I don't know what I was dreaming about last night but I woke up thinking about the French national anthem - La Marseillaise. We learnt to sing this in First Year at Wollongong High School with Miss Mills. I had been given the name Charles in the class, as Jacques and Jean (which might have been more appropriate for someone named John) had been allocated to other students and I was quite enthused about learning this rousing anthem; much better than the dirge, God Save the Queen. I've been saying for years that Australia needs a new anthem and our move to Advance Australia Fair was no improvement.
Somehow in my imagination, I've started to link La Marseillaise with Donald Trump. I think he'd be impressed with the references to 'sang impur', the impure blood of our enemies and the demands to Marchon. Marchon (March! March!) Perhaps he could add another verse "Il manger les chiens!", "Il manger les chats!" I think that might translate as 'they eat the dogs, they eat the cats', but it's been 69 years since I studied the language.
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