Today over at WRSA I saw a clip of that scene in Casa Blanca where, to drown out a bunch of evil vicious singing Nazis, the band and all the patrons of Rick’s Café Américain break out into La Marseillaise.
And that got me to thinking about the song, which is one of those things that always get me right in the liberté, égalité, fraternité muscle, even though I’m not remotely French.
Makes me want to rush right out with my musket, form regiments and slaughter me some Prussians sans culottes, y’know? And I don’t even particularly dislike Prussians*. I’ve always felt kinda like I’m betraying some principle every time I get a tear in my eye over it, since somehow the poor thing managed to become a sort of commie anthem, and I’m pretty sure I’m not remotely commie, either – I even heard it in China once. But I still like it.
Another example of this is Ave Maria, which is just damned near the most beautiful song I ever heard and I’d be surprised to learn I’ve had any Catholic ancestors since my Irish ones swam across the pond. And even if I were Catholic I’d probably still feel a little squeamish about Mariolotry, which (sorry, my Catholic friends) makes no sense at all in the context of Christianity.
Guess I just ain’t got no philosophical purity. After I betray the revolution and set myself up as President-for-Life, I’ll have myself shot.
*This could possibly have to do with my never having met one. Pre-1947 I’m sure they were properly despicable, one and all. Even the little baby ones.