Could our ancestors have imagined that one day popular feasts would become events tracked by the left and its state media? Yet this is what is happening. The table, however, is part of our long history. Whether it is Dionysian, Gallic, a setting of the Last Supper, medieval, royalist or republican, the banquet has always been a place of sociability rooted in our provinces, our villages, our popular festivals. For centuries, people have gathered there and sung around simple and generous gastronomy. In a word: we live there. And in a deconstructed era, where moments of sharing and freedom are becoming scarce, its return in grace, especially among the young here, reflects a craving for moments of joy and reunions in a “homegrown” atmosphere. That is enough to exasperate a sad left that hounds everything that exudes “Frenchy” tints. Thus, in a now well‑rehearsed sequence, the young guard of the deputies from La France insoumise launches campaigns of harassment and defamation against the organizers, venues, and service providers of the singing banquets of the French Canon, all with the complicity of certain media and local elected officials. Then the baton was passed to the public audiovisual service, turned into a militant auxiliary, which sends a France 2 commando of hidden cameras to track down barroom remarks and informal discussions, taken out of context, to amalgamate the gaps of a few drunken provocateurs with the thousands of good‑natured participants. A method that will strangely never be seen in the aisles of the Huma festival or among the customers of Tasty Crousty. An indignant method, designed not to inform but to discredit and defame. The message is clear: everything that brings the French together must be destroyed. The slightest square centimetre of France that has not yet fallen under the control of political correctness or diversity ideology must be eliminated, especially when a right‑wing entrepreneur dares to invest financially in such a project. Worse, the hunt for the banquet does not confine itself to the left. Last Saturday, even the Macronist deputy Jérémie Patrier‑Leitus was indignant at seeing me feast with my table neighbors while singing in tribute to the sailor Robert Surcouf at the May 1st banquet of our Identité Libertés movement. But let everyone be reassured: the table police will not win. With or without approval, our youth will continue to celebrate popular traditions and the art of the table by singing what unites them across the centuries. And at every banquet, we will continue to raise our glasses to the health of France! __📲 Share on X!