Gay Paree
Here’s a headline you won’t see every day:
Iran condemns 2024 Olympics for mocking Last Supper:
Aussie Cossack’s telegram channel, 29 July 2024.
Ah, the Paris Satanic Games. What can you say? Well, one thing is, when you hand over the creative direction of the opening ceremony to a French poofter, what do you expect?
Thomas Jolly – you couldn’t make this up – was chosen for the job because:
Jolly was a bold choice but was consistent with our [the French Olympic Committee’s] vision.
Quelle horreur! Along with turds in the Seine, drag queens carrying the torch, the lights going out, the TGVs not running as a result of arson, the unrelenting, drenching rain on the floating athletes and all the sodden (sodding?) spectators and the poor Aussie girl gang raped by – was it Presbyterians? – you would have to say that, well, no wonder Channel Nine is losing tens of millions on its Olympics coverage.
Jolly denies any reference to things Christian.
Well, he would, wouldn’t he. Of course, the French are easily confused.
It is only a matter of weeks since they voted in massive numbers for a right-winger, then, shortly thereafter, changed their minds! “When the facts change”, said JM Keynes, “I change my mind. What do you do?” Well, I am not sure the facts of French politics changed very much over a couple of weeks.
Non-Christian viewers of the catastrophic opening ceremony at the Olympics were merely offended by its length and endless boredom.
Here is another recent headline, from Alexandra Marshall at The Spectator Australia:
The Olympics have gone to s**t
https://www.spectator.com.au/2024/07/the-olympics-have-gone-to-st/
Flat White continues:
There was a time, not so long ago, when poodles shitting on the streets of Paris were considered to be the government’s biggest cultural problem. Oh the outrage…! All those beautiful, romantic areas (as depicted on Hollywood billboards) were full of tourists tripping over foul-smelling crap.
… Paris never solved its dog shit problem.
Instead, it has added a whole lot of new ones, including excrement floating down the Seine River.
Olympic swimmers have been left to grimace at the murky water, hoping they don’t pick up some disease from the Middle Ages on their way to a medal.
PR is pretty bad when various officials, including the Mayor of Paris, have to jump in the water to ‘prove’ it’s safe for athletes. What an excellent vote of confidence for ‘The Greenest Ever Games’!
Perhaps they should be re-named the brownest ever games. With neither cleanliness nor godliness.
But the problem is much deeper than faeces. Less scatological than eschatological, you might say. Of course, the pooping in the Seine problem – it was suggested at one point, when mayors and presidents were threatening to jump in the river themselves to establish its purity, that protesters could “time their number twos” to maximum effect so as to spoil the proposed swims of the twin princes of Paree – are a useful metaphor for the decay of Western civilisation so clearly revealed in the Paris disaster.
Where does all the French blasphemy come from? Bishop Barron of Minnesota and the Word on Fire Ministry has some thoughts:
Bishop Barron said the blasphemous act was emblematic of a "deeply secularist postmodern society" that identifies Christianity as its enemy.
See also the thoughts of this “viral influencer” at:
Other leaders have weighed in:
For his part, United States Senator Marco Rubio, a Catholic, responded to what he called the Olympic “freak show” by quoting Jude 1:18 “In the last time there will be scoffers who will live according to their own godless desires.”
A freak show, indeed. A celebration of weirdness and perversion. One homilist (Fr Chris Alar) has listed all of the ways in which this carefully scripted attack aimed for its target.
There was no accidental offence-giving here, despite the inevitable non-apology from the Games organisers.
Paris Olympics organizers apologize after critics say 'The Last Supper' was mocked. Paris Olympic organizers apologized Sunday to people offended during a tableau of the opening ceremony that depicted the Greek god Dionysus and an ancient festival meant to honor him. Critics said it mocked “The Last Supper.”
USA Today doesn’t even allow that The Last Supper WAS mocked. People just SAY it was mocked. That is clever stuff. It is how winning narratives are built and maintained.
Echoing Bishop Barron, the powerful Catholic Unscripted Podcast, featuring the Queen’s former chaplain, Gavin Ashenden, said:
The opening Olympics ceremony tells us they are afraid of Catholicism.
It is out in the open. The perverts have named their enemy, in what some see as a spiritual, indeed, Luciferian, war. A call to arms is upon us. Their demonic propaganda – for that is what it is – is there for all to witness. Many Church leaders and Christians generally have taken to the airwaves since Friday, heeding Bishop Barron’s advice to be vocal and loud. One voice, though, seems to have remained silent since the furore. Yes, you guessed it. Paris by night seems not, so far, to have overly disturbed Pope Francis. He was on-message, though, before the event:
During his Sunday Angelus address on July 21, Pope Francis expressed his hope that this year’s Olympics will bring athletes and spectators together and “peacefully unite people from different cultures.”
“I hope that this event may be a beacon of the inclusive world we want to build and that athletes, with their sporting testimony, may be messengers of peace and authentic models for young people,” the Holy Father said. (Emphasis added).
Ah, that inclusive world. Be careful what you wish for, Holy Father, beacons-wise. Perhaps the Pope has been busy working on his next anti-Trump speech. Trump, of course, only to weeks ago, thanked “Almighty God” for saving his life. Ben Carson, a renowned American and deeply Christian friend of Trump, has suggested that God has great plans for the 45th and possibly the 47th president at this time of what Os Guinness has called “our civilisational moment”.
https://www.arc-research.org/research-papers/our-civilisational-moment
(To those who argue, God help us if Trump is the man to lead us at our civilisational moment, well, some of the Twelve Apostles plus Paul looked decidedly ordinary on many occasions).
God’s plans for our man in Rome seem to be less clear. Back to Paris and what Ashenden calls the “solipsistic madness” of the age, exemplified in hedonistic Paris.
In relation to the source of the blasphemy, in the case of the Olympics drama, failure has many fathers. Two specific French events come to mind. The first was the French Revolution of 235 years ago this month, where the old order of hierarchy and tradition was, literally, put to the blade in a decade of Jacobin bloodlust and anarchy, carefully disguised as “liberte”.
The second was the other French revolution of the 1960s, the intellectual – if that is the right word – mopping-up operation led by a bunch of neo-marxists, critical theorists and assorted postmodernists that included Foucault, Derrida, Lacan and Lyotard (pronounced, yes, leotard).
The late Roger Scruton termed them, first, thinkers of the new left, and later, “fools, frauds and firebrands”. (These were the titles of two of Scruton’s books, the second a twenty-first century update of the first. The first, written in the mid-1980s, caused the forced separation of Scruton from his previous academic career when the leftist British establishment, in both the universities and in publishing, blackmailed decision-makers in the latter industry into refusing to publish him. British universities refused to employ him).
Look what happens when your intellectual parents are Freud and Marx, from Austria and Germany respectively, beyond the Rhine to the east. They were all there in spirit on Friday last. As were, no doubt, the neo-marxist sons and daughters of those who cancelled Scruton for writing the truth about their “intellectual” forebears.
Of course, two things that united the two libertine movements were opposition to the normal family and opposition to organised religion, especially Christianity. These were, and are, the enemies of both the classes of 1789 and of 1968. The streets of Paris became rivers of blood in each case. Roger Scruton witnessed the events of 68 up close and personally, and they informed his then emerging conservatism. Rod Dreher recently noted:
That era was the making of one of the greatest contemporary thinkers of the Right: Sir Roger Scruton, who told of how bearing witness in Paris to the 1968 student riots turned him into a lifelong conservative. In a 2003 essay in New Criterion, Scruton recalled those tumultuous events. He confronted a French friend who had been among the brick-throwing protesters demonstrating against “the old fascist”—Gen. de Gaulle, a liberator of France from Nazi occupation.
What, I asked, do you propose to put in the place of this “bourgeoisie” whom you so despise, and to whom you owe the freedom and prosperity that enable you to play on your toy barricades? What vision of France and its culture compels you? And are you prepared to die for your beliefs, or merely to put others at risk in order to display them? I was obnoxiously pompous: but for the first time in my life I had felt a surge of political anger, finding myself on the other side of the barricades from all the people I knew.
She replied with a book: Foucault’s Les mots et les choses, the bible of the soixante-huitards, the text which seemed to justify every form of transgression, by showing that obedience is merely defeat. It is an artful book, composed with a satanic mendacity, selectively appropriating facts in order to show that culture and knowledge are nothing but the “discourses” of power. The book is not a work of philosophy but an exercise in rhetoric. Its goal is subversion, not truth, and it is careful to argue—by the old nominalist sleight of hand that was surely invented by the Father of Lies—that “truth” requires inverted commas, that it changes from epoch to epoch, and is tied to the form of consciousness, the “episteme,” imposed by the class which profits from its propagation. The revolutionary spirit, which searches the world for things to hate, has found in Foucault a new literary formula. Look everywhere for power, he tells his readers, and you will find it. Where there is power there is oppression. And where there is oppression there is the right to destroy. In the street below my window was the translation of that message into deeds.
Dreher concludes:
In the decades since, Foucault’s disciples marched through the institutions of American academic life. On the campus quads, teeming with anti-Semitic radicals, and in the occupied libraries of once-great universities, is the translation of that message into deeds.
https://europeanconservative.com/articles/commentary/roger-scrutons-1968-lessons-for-our-time/
Dreher’s focus here is on the recent pro-Hamas campus protests in America. His piece was written in May this year. I wonder if he would also be linking Scruton’s take on 68 to the far more recent events in Paris. Here is Dreher again:
Director of the opening ceremonies was the gay French theatrical director Thomas Jolly, who told British Vogue:
… there is “room for everyone in Paris. Maybe it’s a little chaotic, it’s true, but that allows everyone to find a place for themselves.” The opening ceremony will be a success, Jolly says, “if everyone feels represented in it.”
Right, except for Christians, whose most sacred moments must be mocked for the sake of queer inclusion.
And just to bring us all back to the French revolution, Dreher continues, on other elements of the Olympics opening:
Here is another shocking image from the opening ceremony, using the decapitation of Marie Antoinette to illustrate “the quest for liberty”. She stands in a window of the Conciergerie, a revolutionary-era prison where she was held for a time before being guillotined.
Watch this clip. In it, the severed head chants, “All will be well” before a heavy metal band, Gojira, begins to play.
They played a metal version of “Ça Ira” — “all will be well” — an anthem of the French Revolution. Marie Antoinette is said to have played the melody of the song in better days, before it became the setting for lyrics celebrating the Revolution. How sinister it was to feature the severed head of Marie Antoinette singing this song, from a window of the prison where the Revolutionaries held her before her execution.
This is all satanic. You know that, right? Straight-up satanic.
And the French students of 68 didn’t even have (or need), then, all the Algerian and Middle East migrants that have since invaded the place, roaming the streets looking for trouble and opportunities to hate their new environment and destroy things. And rape Western women. In more recent times, the new arrivals have proven to be unexpected and strange allies of the domestic radicals in their own war on the Western tradition. They were all Frenchmen, back in 68. Same in 1789.
This is a story of continuity, not recent rupture. The French have form. Over a long time. Rod Dreher:
But what will the response of France be [to the Olympics opening ceremony]? Prediction: nothing. If the Paris elites had chosen to mock Islam in a similar way, Paris would be burning now. They know that. We all know that. They also know that Christians will not respond at all. Eight years to the day earlier, on July 26, 2016, Father Jacques Hamel, an elderly French priest, was martyred by two Islamists in his Normandy parish. They slit his throat.
All over France today, arsonists are burning down churches. Mosques are going up in France at the same rate that churches are coming down. And yet, the contemptible elites who rule France stage this kind of blasphemous spectacle, attacking the ancestral faith of France, and what Christians still remain there.
These blatantly queer Games are the direct descendants of Foucault and his peers and followers. On this theme, the term Gay Paree is quite ironic, of course. The term was first used in the nineteenth century, as far as one can gather. As Quora notes:
It's “gay Paris” (the French pronunciation of “Paris” is approximately “Paree”) and the term comes from a time when “gay” meant “happy and carefree”. “Gay Paris” means something like “joyous Paris”. It has nothing to do with homosexuality.
Simpler times. Happy and carefree. In the same spirit, Humphrey Bogart said to Ingrid Bergman, “we’ll always have Paris”. Then there as Ernest Hemingway, who wrote:
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast."
https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/GayParee
Well, the diseased version of Paris that we now confront, with its mass reverse-colonisation from the third world, its Muslim rape gangs, its communist governance, its ludicrous, mini-me Napoleonic president with his cougar wife – who may be a woman – its out-of-control shitting dogs, and its collapsing infrastructure, might be a grave disappointment to the late Hemingway. Let alone Bogart and Bergman. But yes, the Paris of today IS a movable feast. It is a pan-European feast of French post-modernism tinged with German Marxism, Austrian Freudianism and Brussels-led globalism. A giddy combination of Godless secularism, communism and anything goes bohemianism, informed by faux-love-is-love, leave-truth-at-the-door satanism.
Hemingway is just lucky he did his Parisian gap-year some time back. He is said to have been a baptised Catholic who was, however, religiously indifferent for most of his life, but alive to biblical themes in his literary works.
Perhaps some amalgam of the Tower of Babel and Sodom and Gomorrah mind have occurred to him, had he been writing today. He did, of course, pen For Whom the Bell Tolls. If the heavy, drenching rain dumped on those witnessing and participating in the opening ceremony, which soaked them all to the skin, is a foretaste of God’s reaction to the Parisian blasphemies, the title of Hemingway’s classic might well be prophetic. As Dreher suggests, God will not be mocked. The lights went out. Just like on Calvary. Chastisement surely will follow these Olympics.
No doubt, those behind the Gay Paree Olympics would be thrilled at the coming to the NSW Parliament of the so-called Equality Bill, inevitably sponsored by Sydney’s king of gaydom, Alex Greenwich.
Monica Doumit writes on the Greenwich legislation:
After all, despite its benign-sounding name, the bill includes many anti-religious, anti-woman and anti-child provisions. Not only would it remove all religious protections from anti-discrimination law except for those that allow Catholics to maintain a male-only priesthood, it would allow kids to be prescribed puberty blockers against their parents’ wishes, give men the ability to legally change their sex on their birth certificates and access female-only spaces, and permit NSW residents to shop for surrogate mothers and children overseas.
Additionally, it would permit people to solicit for prostitution outside churches and schools, among other places. As I have written before, if this was passed, we would live in a state that punishes quiet prayer within 150 metres of an abortion clinic with six months’ imprisonment but allows prostitutes to sell sex in the forecourt of St Mary’s Cathedral.
https://www.catholicweekly.com.au/nsw-equality-bill-pushback/
See also:
https://www.catholicweekly.com.au/equality-bill-nsw/
Bishop Barron is urging Christians to push back. Ordinary people who aren’t Christians might well want to join us. As Daniel Jupp at TCW has noted:
The reality, though, is that I didn’t watch it [the Olympics opening] because I knew exactly what it would be. Major celebrations like this are Globalist spectacle. They are controlled by a small international elite who may work through bland-sounding organisations governing things which should be wholesome, but who are really a depraved, degenerate, parasitic upper class completely divorced from ordinary people.
And every one of these celebrations is now an opportunity for those elites to mock us. What they are celebrating, every time, is their power over us, and their ability to spend our money insulting us and insulting the core beliefs that have defined the Western world until they got into power.
Here is what I wrote just before the ceremony in my scathing comic style, although it’s fundamentally not a laughing matter at all:
‘The only interest I have in the Olympics these days is wondering how full-on Satanic the opening is going to be. It’s increasingly become like a banquet at Epstein Island set to pan-pipes music while Alex Soros dances in a gauzy white dress. Like the Met Ball with jugglers and rapists on stilts. And everyone going “oooh it’s good to have something normal to enjoy”.’
https://www.conservativewoman.co.uk/judge-them-by-their-celebrations/
And so it proved. Jupp’s long and detailed list of ceremony atrocities, which parallels Fr Alar’s list noted above, demonstrates that the Last Supper take-off wasn’t the half of it. And it is an eminently just cause for broad-based push-back.
One final thought on the French Olympics wankerama, simultaneously gay, woke, net zero, globalist, meatless, vegan, and all the rest of it. I gather that athletes in ancient Greece performed (on the track) naked. The only surprise (and blessing) is that the gay Parisians didn’t decide to revive the tradition. Even Jean-Jacques Rousseau, the intellectual progenitor of the French revolution and all its demonic outworkings, would probably be spinning in his grave at that thought, and at the unseemly events of the past week.
The DEI Olympics. Taylor Square meets Paris.
Paul Collits
29 July 2024
Brilliant article - A tragi comedy but more tragic than comic I think!
A symbol of the rotting carcass of a dying civilization killed by its own hand. To be bleak about it!
And who takes notice of the Olympics anymore anyway?
I turned off the Olympics eight years ago. A massive waste of host cities monies for the benefit of politicians and the IOC parasites to tour the world at their governments expense. I’m so pleased I refused to watch the opening ceremony…I just bought a TV and wouldn’t having to replace it after throwing my coffee table through it…. Europe, particularly France, is on a steep downward slope akin to the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah. That spectacle I will enjoy watching.