A parable of the 18th Century
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If I May Sumarize my feelings on QAnon… Well allow me to share an Anecdote about my Ancestor:
Sansculotte was similarly a radical, but in the 18th century. He saw how the French aristocracy and catholic church exploited the French Peasant, how the king’s every over-prepared Eclaire and Macaron was bought with the starvation and blood of the humble farmers who reaped and ground the flour for those pastries... How the Queens beauty was bought with the ruination of a thousand girls more gorgeous. And he wrote anonymous papers to this effect.
Then one day he was speaking with a Fish monger and this Fish monger said the most fantastic anti-Royalist things! The King was Cannibal, and he and his aristocrats dined on the flesh of peasants they stalked on their night hunts. And how the Queen was a satanic priestess, her Beauty gained by bathing in the blood of Virgin girls kidnapped from the countryside.
Well my ancestor was shocked for a second and then, with the wry smile of meeting a True comrade, slapped the Fish Monger on the back and laughing replied “My friend, you are more right than you know!”
Then the fishmonger replied with a smile equally large and laughter in his voice “It is good to meet another supporter of the Duke of Orleans¹! Soon he will overthrow and expose them! Then he and the True pope will lead us Frenchmen into a new golden age! It will be as if the Sun King is reborn!”
My ancestor rolled his eyes so hard it snapped his neck. His Pregnant wife, witnessing this and now widowed, fled into Germany.
¹ A hereditary title given to a close relative of the King of France, Usually a brother or son, often his heir. Analogous to the English Prince of Wales.
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