said something like “Oh. Bastille Day, the day where the mob took over, and turned into a bloodthirsty, vengeful, irrational Lord of The Flies rabble that ate itself beginning at its own tail? THAT Bastille Day that someone wants to celebrate?”
She had no idea what I was talking about.
I’ve said the same thing and gotten the same reactions.
Next time around we’ll be closer to the French Revolution than the American War of Independence, though.
I agree. And that scares the hell out of me.