Going to France

France is a country which is heavily weighted in the American consciousness. Many Americans experience  arousal (amusement) at the  joke that the French are “cheese eating surrender monkeys.” Guillotines flash in my eyes when I hear that joke.

I understand the joke. The French are perceived as haughty and effete, but one must only be familiar with the smallest aspects of French literature to see the socialist libertarian current that seems to run through their country.

We have another word for socialist libertarian; Anarchist.

I have an anarchist dream, that someday we won’t be so fucking dumb and rulers will be considered a form of obsolete technology.

I believe the French have that in their history very strongly.

I have these kind of expectations, but I will probably project them onto everything unless I am corrected. I think if I see the French as a species of revolutionaries they will probably like it. I will be a buffoon locked in his own fantasy world of Napoleon, Robespierre, Voltaire, Descartes, the Paris Commune which inspired Marx to invent communism, where Chinese exiles formed the Chinese Communist party working as dishwashers, a tale which belonged to many high ranking founders of the Chinese Communist party.

France is also regularly cited in my manuals on Satanic or Left Hand Path magic. The French seem to have had a taste for hellfire.

France was the orgiastic athens of Benjamin Franklin, and other Founding Fathers of our great nation.

America was born in a mutual explosion of libertarianism from Europe. Our modern democracy rises from this hellfire.

For me France will be a pilgrimage.

I will enter Geburah on the Qabalistic tree of life. The place of virtuous war.

But France always knew what to fight for, liberty. And though the country surrendered to Hitler, which we judge at a distance, there was one of the most heroic guerilla movements of all history in the French Resistance.  

We should all heed the example of the noble French Resistance fighter as we uncover the oppressive in our society.

Clearly I am excited and flailing about with bias and preconceived ideas. Though what other things might draw one to another country I can not imagine.

Onto France!