Hey, Macron, Tais-Toi! Consider Louis XVI…

The Baron and I were discussing this latest unfortunate incident in the Yellow(ed) Vest demonstrations. [They’re getting yellowed with age on those French streets, y’all. That poor woman was a “jolie jeune fille” when these marches started so long ago. Now she’s a discard being lectured by Macron.]

Macron! Of all people!

Rumors are he has a helicopter on standby… when the going gets tough, he evidently plans to get going.

Well, those Yellow Vests used a forklift to open some gates, remember? Emmanuel had better hope one of them doesn’t have an anti-aircraft gun in his sac à dos.

Here’s the late Alan Sherman, a favorite of Americans of a certain age, warning Louis XVI what was gonna happen. Macron should pay careful attention.

Mr. Sherman’s lyrics are below the fold.

Louis the Sixteenth was the King of France in 1789.
He was worse than Louis the Fifteenth.
He was worse than Louis the Fourteenth.
He was worse than Louis the Thirteenth.
He was the worst since Louis the First.
King Louis was living like a king, but the people were living rotten.
So the people, they started an uprising which they called the French Revolution, and of course you remember their battle cry, which will never be forgotten:

You went the wrong way, Old King Louie.
You made the population cry.
‘Cause all you did was sit and pet
With Marie Antoinette
In your place at Versailles.
And now the country’s gone kablooie.
So we are giving you the air.
That oughta teach you not to
Spend all your time fooling ‘round
At the Folies Bergere.

If you had been a nicer king,
We wouldn’t do a thing,
But you were bad, you must admit.
We’re gonna take you and the Queen
Down to the guillotine,
And shorten you a little bit.

You came the wrong way, Old King Louie.
And now you ain’t got far to go.
Too bad you won’t be here to see
That great big Eiffel Tower,
Or Brigitte Bardot.

To you King Louie we say fooey.
You disappointed all of France.
But then what else could we expect
From a king in silk stockings
And pink satin pants.

You filled your stomach with chop suey.
And also crepe suzettes and steak.
And when they told your wife Marie
That nobody had bread, she said
“Let ‘em eat cake.”

We’re gonna take you and the Queen
Down to the guillotine,
It’s somewhere in the heart of town.
And when that fella there is through
With what he’s gonna do,
You’ll have no place to wear your crown.

You came the wrong way Old King Louie.
Now we must put you on the shelf.
That’s why the people are revolting, ‘cause Louie,
You’re pretty revolting yourself!