Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Dear George,   This must be a happy day for you, now that France is about to be run by a fellow headcase.  Slowly your sterile worldview is spreading over the face of the earth.   Let us hope Nicolas Sarkozy snuffs France’s infatuation with Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite. Nick promises to dance to your tune, so expect to see the imminent torching of the Frog safety net and a joint Franco-American effort in Iraq.    That’s life for you:  Just as you lose one lap dog, another jumps up to take its place.   Like you, Nick thinks Big Thoughts.  France can kiss goodbye to her thirty-five hour workweek.  Her drones will soon have the honor of being as burnt out as American workers when Nick yanks their job security.  Nick knows the purpose of work is to produce stress, not fulfillment.    Like you, Nick was able to float into office on a sea of brown skin.    Like you, Nick is a proponent of perpetual neoliberal impoverishment as the road to eternal prosperity.    Like you, he knows that “trickle-down” proves to be an old man’s tinkle of urine falling drop-by-drop on the arid plain of need.  Piss purifies the masses.   French troops will be a valuable addition to our “coalition” forces in Iraq.  They will gladly teach us the techniques they employed to suppress the Algerian insurgency. They were dealing with illegal enemy combatants before there was such a thing.   The French bailed us out of our Revolutionary War; now, they will bail us out of Iraq.   Your admirer, Belacqua Jones 5:58:15 AM    comment []

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