Who will buy this wonderful feeling?
I’m so high I swear I could fly.
Today the world is focused on France.
Everything is en jeu.
Forget everything you know about France.
Forget Inspecteur Clouseau. Forget cheese-munching surrender monkeys. Forget fat lazy Arab sheiks with their mega yachts in Cannes.
Forget the fields of lavender, the beauty of the French language, its culture, its novels, films, fashion, and entrancing women.
Forget the Eastern European pimps and the Russian whores on the Promenade des Anglais. Forget this odd wife-schoolteacher thingie.
Forget the affair (or two) you had that summer in Paris.
Forget it all.
Today is the day when Europe shall learn its fate.
Today is the day you shall rejoice, or slouch towards Bethlehem, your whupped tail between your weak-kneed legs.
Who shall buy this beautiful morning?
The balding manipulative dwarf ?
The grotesquely corrupt old clown?
The misfits and the rejects and the discarded — who know life has passed them by?
The people of France?
The smirking trolls who derive cheap thrills out of their largely pointless existence by posting and tweeting pseudo clever inanities?
Will France choose a new captain who is not a pasty sheep-faced racist?
Who will buy this beautiful morning?
Who will be the loser: us, or them?
Everything changes by tomorrow.
Enjoy the ride.
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3PM – Sunday EST –
CONGRATULATIONS TO PRESIDENT MACRON ON WINING THE FRENCH PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION. I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO WISH MOUNIR MAHJOUBI SUCCESS IN THE COMING LEGISLATIVE ELECTIONS IN PARIS. VIVE LA FRANCE!!
and to every American troll who tried to influence la Presidentielle…
TAKE A HIKE, LOSERS
THIS AIN’T TRUMPLANDIA