(The third of Louis-Ferdinand Céline’s pamphlets, “Les Beaux Draps” (A Fine Mess), published in February 1941, is his analysis of the causes of France’s defeat at the hands of the Germans. The causes according to Céline? The Jews, the Freemasons, and the weak, stupid, French, their souls eaten away by drink, laziness, the Jews, the Freemasons and the Communists).
The German presence vexes them?
Well what about the Jewish presence?
More Jews than ever on the streets; more Jews than ever in the press; more Jews than ever in the courtrooms; more Jews than ever at the Sorbonne; more Jews than ever in medicine; more Jews than ever in the theater, the opera, at the Français, in industry, in the banks. Paris and France more than ever handed over to the Freemasons and the Jews, more insolent than ever. More Lodges working backstage and more actively than ever. All of them more determined than ever to never surrender an inch of their farms, of their privilege to white slavery through war and peace up until the final jolt of the last confused native. And the French are quite content, perfectly in agreement, enthusiastic.
Such stupidity is beyond man. So fantastic a stupor reveals a death instinct, a gravitational pull towards the mass grave, a mutilating perversion that nothing could explain if not that the time has arrived, that the devil has captured us, that destiny has been fulfilled.
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How is public opinion made? It’s simple: it’s made in Paris. And how is a Parisian made? It’s simple; he comes from the countryside. He arrives one fine morning with a little wagon and an apple cart. And there he is on the street. And the Jew is there waiting for him, with his newspapers, his radio. He’s going to make Bidasse a Parisian; confused Bidasse is ripe for it. Let loose the brilliant slogans! A cow’s asshole in his village, Bidasse is now promoted to someone on the asphalt of the City of Lights; he’s become the object of affection, of a constant passionate solicitude. It’s decreed that he has “taste”, flair, delicacy!
Innate personal genius! The jewel of the planet! They tell him this, they declare this to him in extra-special editions with immense headlines, in fireworks, in neon! To such an extent that he’s immediately shaken up, led astray, acrobatics and everything. After a week he no longer recognizes himself. A vertigo of the intelligence! The masterpiece of twenty-two centuries! He and no one else is unique! Everywhere else they’re savages! People who don’t exist.., countries full of the pitiful and the horrid with tails growing out of their backs!…
Try to understand what they want? What is it they want?… They don’t know anything about it! The Radicals? The monarchy? The return to “the way things used to be? The Sociale? Phalansteries? The electoral civil war? Alexandre Dumas dictator? The Mascuraud committee? Leon Blum? Reynaud? The Jesuits? Proportional representation? The lottery? The grand Mogul? What is it they want? They don’t know themselves… They’ve fucked up everything, rotted it, puked all over the place, everything they touch will be the same, disgusting, shit in two days.
They want to remain swine, slobs, disorganized, baby-bottle-suckers, that’s all. They have no other program. They want to demand things everywhere, for everything and about everything and that’s it. They’re debris with rights. A country comes to an end in “rights”, in supreme rights, in rights to nothing, in rights to everything, in the rights of the jealous, the right to famine, the right to wind.
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Communism is the hobbyhorse, the warhorse of the Jew.
There’s only one way to be done with him: take his horse from him, hop up on it, and we can.
The Jew bluffer, filthy asshole, lazy good for nothing won’t even know what to do with communism when he’ll finally have it. He’ll fuck up, wreck everything. He can’t help it, it’s his nature. Social justice for the Jew? He the pheasant, the pharaoh, the blower of powder, the born pimp of the universe, the hysterical satrap reject of the Orient, the bastard of all the mystics, the useless of all professions, the imposter of all traffics, the moron turned canaille! This is the new man? Excuse me! That would be funny, that would be a miracle, this would be the first time in the world that we’d see the Jew leave behind words, filthiness, plots in order to retreat to the common rank, to regular, correct work, to grumble like everyone else like equals. That’ll never happen! It doesn’t exist! It’s contrary to his nature! Shitted out by Moses he holds to his rank of super-luxurious turd, friends only with the other shitted in Moses and the Eternal! He’s nothing but rot that rots. There’s only one authentic thing in his shit substance, it’s his hatred for us, his contempt, his rage to make us fall deeper into the mass grave. What do he hope for from communism? To tie us up tighter, squeeze our garotte ever tighter in the Jew prison.
Everyone a worker, yes, but under him! And to do what? To act on his whims, his fantasies, his fake-nigger apotheosis. There is a bit of Louverture in every Jew. Me, I’d send them all there, to Saint-Domingue, Caribbean, it would be a good climate for them. In the islands they’d see what it is, communism among cousins since they no longer want Palestine.
If there were a little more marrow in the French carcass this would be the moment to try out, absolutely among us, right here, the famous communist gris-gris, the universal panacea before the Jews inflict it on us without asking our opinion, for their victory and our torture. It would be elementary prudence, the Jews excluded, otherwise it’s a catastrophe, it’s the somersault into the abyss, the kabalistic reptilarium, the chasm of ulterior motives.
(translated by Mitchell Abidor)
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