Les Brigandes — La Loge des Jacobins (The Jacobin Lodge)

Yet more gold from Les Brigandes. A Jacobin was a member of the Jacobin Club, the infamous Freemasonic revolutionary movement at the dark core of the rabidly anti-Catholic, and thus anti-God, French Revolution (1789–1799), which helped spawn Bolshevism (note here the clever Russifying of the infamous "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity" motto of the FR), Vatican II, the Sexual Revolution of the 1960s and, in short, so much of the rot we're immersed in today. The Jacobins were assisted by Judas priests, especially traitorous Jesuits, symbolized by the black rat here (notice his Jesuit IHS sign). The Jacobin legacy lives on today in demonic figures like the Jesuit Antipope Francis, Klaus Schwab, Joe Biden, and indeed in the whole cabal of today's perverted and demonic pseudo-elites masquerading as angels of light.

Les Brigandes--who peaked in late 2015 and were then gradually canceled--were a group of French "traditional" (that is, simply actual) Catholics with an intact, healthy sense of self-preservation and were thus not infected by the pathological altruism flowing from today’s pandemic of suicidally xenophilic white ethnomasochism. To their infinite credit, those of the diabolical establishment condemned them as “far-right”...thus proving Les Brigandes were simply sane.

The toxic liberal bias against them in the following entry redounds to their great merit: https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Brigandes

Les Brigandes, as actual ("traditional") Catholics, were necessarily anti-globalist, anti-communist, anti-Freemason, etc. They've now gone off the grid, having renounced virtual reality in favor of good old-fashioned reality. See lesbrigandes.com for their announcement of renunciation.

They specialized in deeply ironic, and also deeply earnest, catchy pop tunes, kitschy choreography, and scathing lyrics that, to the great horror of today's fully propagandized Wokesters, even Marshall Petain would have approved. Their sharp critique of the Anglo-American-Zionist hegemony over the culture and politics of France and the West won them bitter enemies as they mocked the post-war myths of the "good guys" winning, rejected the anti-Catholic foundations of the French Republic, ridiculed the evil Jesuit buffoon Antipope Francis.... Yet they managed to keep their sense of humor intact, thus avoiding the taint of Puritanism that occasionally seeps into "traditional" (actual) Catholics today, especially in the US. They made a virtue of the fact that they had to hide their identities by donning stylish masks, giving their aesthetic a note of added poignancy which calls forth instincts of chivalry from their audience and supporters.

Their brilliant music and lyrics were written by Joël LaBruyère.

Lyrics:

My sister secretary, the secret can you keep it quiet?
You my sister speaker, tell us about true happiness.
Happiness is not rocket science...the great work has progressed
We remake the human race, at the lodge of the Jacobins
At the zenith…of human rights!

My second head sister, what are they saying behind my back?
Check if all the brothers on your column are cushy
Venerable sir, the apprentices look like real jerks
We will make them initiates, at the 33rd degree
To the rank… of nickel-plated feet!

Let's cut off the heads, root out error
Like in 1793, we sowed terror
In the lodge of the Jacos, in the lodge of the coconuts
In the lodge of the rascals, the lodge of the Jacobins
To the rite…Republican!

My first head sister, tell us what's going on?
On the side of the companions, it snores like pigs
My column of wankers is not better off than elsewhere
There are only bastards who paw behind my back
To the rank... of bastard's children!

I note once again, that the level is very low
But for what we want to accomplish, that should be enough
Down with all prejudice, in our unified world
Let's show humanity our beautiful Brotherhood
To the rank… of the Enlightened Ones!

Let's cut off the heads, root out error
Like in 1793, we sowed The Terror
In the lodge of the Jacos, in the lodge of the coconuts
In the lodge of the rascals, the lodge of the Jacobins
To the rite…Republican!

To the Order for the Acclamation: “Long Live the Revolution! »
Let us part in the secret of our sacred mysteries
At my last blow of the mallet, the work is finished
It's time to go stuff yourself, and I want to piss
Au rite…which is French!

Yes, the work has progressed well, we can go and have fun
Sipping a good drink, to the health of Robespierre
To the rank…Genocide!

Let's cut off the heads, root out error
Like in 93, we sowed terror
In the lodge of the Jacos, in the lodge of the coconuts
In the lodge of the rascals, the lodge of the Jacobins
To the rite…Republican!