A Gold Muddle
...There are people
like you and me...and then there
are the French. How many
Frenchmen does it take to
negotiate a surrender? God
created the French as a
punchline. And these people are
our allies? Why, pray tell? They
haven't won a military battle
since Napoleon, they routinely
refuse to open their airspace to
American warplanes when we deem
it necessary to pound someone
into submission, they're
obstinate to a fault, and were it
not for the blood of the
English-speaking world, including
Canada, they would be speaking
German. We have better wine here
in California and more girls. So
why do we need the French at all?
They don't dance, sing, or
compose great literature, they
don't play baseball, and their
vaunted national
independent-mindedness is nothing
more than arrogance of the poser.
Perversions often have French
names ("femme mimic",
"menage-a-troi"), and
they didn't even invent the
French Fry! They're fakes,
cheats, and schemers who will
sell-out anyone and everyone,
including their own (Vichey); a
pink-feathered albatross around
the neck of the civilized world.
I'm not surprised to find them at
the heart of the Olympic pairs
figure-skating scandal, because,
on top of everything else, the
French are fools. They deserve
nothing but contempt, and the
next time Germany expands its
frontier to the Atlantic, we,
including Canada, should look the
other way.
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