Tea at Trianon: The Olympics Opening Ceremony

John Wilson Croker on Marie-Antoinette

"We have followed the history of Marie Antoinette with the greatest diligence and scrupulosity. We have lived in those times. We have talked with some of her friends and some of her enemies; we have read, certainly not all, but hundreds of the libels written against her; and we have, in short, examined her life with– if we may be allowed to say so of ourselves– something of the accuracy of contemporaries, the diligence of inquirers, and the impartiality of historians, all combined; and we feel it our duty to declare, in as a solemn a manner as literature admits of, our well-matured opinion that every reproach against the morals of the queen was a gross calumny– that she was, as we have said, one of the purest of human beings."

~from History of the Guillotine by John Wilson Croker, 1844

Edmund Burke on Marie-Antoinette

"It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely there never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she had just begun to move in, glittering like a morning star full of life and splendor and joy. Oh, what a revolution....Little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fall upon her, in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers! I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards, to avenge even a look which threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone; that of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded...."

~Edmund Burke, October 1790

Monday, July 29, 2024

The Olympics Opening Ceremony

Many people are deeply disturbed by it. From The Spectator:

A peculiar introduction to the BBC coverage from actor Tom Hiddleston was an early warning sign that something was askew. Hiddleston breathlessly told us, in that very specific sick-in-the-mouth reflux register of 21st century sentimentality, that the Olympics were: ‘Watching someone’s dreams come true. Seeing them light up the world and feeling proud of them, together. So prepare for moments that will light up your eyes, and fill up your heart.’ Who writes this sub-Edwardian yoghurt-pot-blurb drivel? How do they live with themselves?

We learnt that, unlike previous ceremonies, the host city itself would be the stage. We soon realised why every previous opening ceremony had been conducted inside the arena. Because it rained – mon Dieu, did it pleuvait.

The sheer variety, pace and brevity of each section of the 2012 event contrasted with what began, very slowly, to unfold. This was bloated, each separate thin section swiftly outstaying its welcome. It went on, and on, and on. You were a different person with different hopes, beliefs, when it started. You could wander off, get married, get divorced, spend eleven years in prison, and emerge to find it still going on.

The scattergun array of the offering was bewildering. For some reason we were served forgotten noughties American pop star Lady Gaga – shocking if you’re 14 in 2008, but that makes you 30 now. There was a headless Marie Antoinette, a piano inexplicably set alight, and – inevitably – a bevy of slaying and sashaying drag queens and ‘non-binaries’, performing a sassy vogue parody of The Last Supper. This is the kind of phoney rebellion that was already embarrassing on stage at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern in 1994, but at least was confined safely to bad gay pubs.

This maybe makes it sound quite exciting. But it’s important to get across the sheer slowness and dullness of it all. And there was so much dancing, another aspect of corporate-sanctioned 21st century culture. There must be endless choreography. Everyone must dance, at all times, everywhere.

The most tedious part of the ceremony is the arrival of the athletes – the ‘ooh look is that Tom Daley’ section. So naturally that part became grotesquely extended, with the competitors processing endlessly down the Seine in small boats. Endless boats, endless floats. A feeling of despair. How can there be this many countries? (Read more.)

From The Georgia Record:

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
Revelation 6:8

Evil reigns in Paris during the so-called 'Olympic Games', which has been literally unwatchable for years now.

Mockery of Christianity is on full display, with blasphemy of 'The Lord's Supper'.

Revelation 6:8 is also on display with a vision of the white horse of death.

This can be nothing but a desire for nuclear war, among the pestilence and famine we are about to experience under a globalist regime. (Read more.)

Meanwhile, while Paris was darkened by a power outage, the Sacred Heart Basilica on Montmartre was illuminated. From Breitbart:

A “technical anomaly” plunged major areas of Paris into darkness on Saturday evening as a blackout struck the City of Lights just one evening after the lewd LGBT-themed Olympic Opening Ceremony drew backlash from Christians around the world.

On Saturday evening, at around 11:40 Paris time, power was cut to tens of thousands of residents of the French capital. While there was initial speculation of potential sabotage, this has since been ruled out, with the local energy firm saying that it came as a result of a “technical anomaly.” Energy provider Enedis told Le Parisien that “a network incident due to a technical anomaly has caused power cuts in… Paris, affecting nearly 85,000 customers.”
Enedis said that the blackout impacted people in the 1st arrondissement, the location of the Louvre Museum, the 9th arrondissement, the home of the Paris Opera, the 17th arrondissement, which partially contains the Arc de Triomphe, and the 18th arrondissement, the location of the Moulin Rouge cabaret and Montmartre hill.

Strikingly, pictures shared on social media appeared to show that during the blackout, the Basilique du Sacré-Cœur de Montmartre (Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Montmartre) remained lit as the surrounding areas were driven into darkness. (Read more.)

"And the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it." ~John 1:5