THE RECENT SCANDAL INVOLVING the photogenic President
of France, François Gérard Georges Nicolas Hollande (above) and his possible bonking
relationship with actress Julie Gayet (sic) and subsequent hospitalisation of
his partner Valérie Trierveiler due to grief and stress, has once again served
to show the Anglo-Saxon world the depths to which the European Union has
plummeted.
ONCE UPON A TIME we in Britain considered that French
gentlemen had a certain savoir-faire
and panache, and that French girls
had a je-ne-sais-quoi that we did not
know what it was until these same girls did it to us, bringing us a joie-de-vivre that was unusual to find
on our home shores.
EQUALLY, IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN ASSUMED in England that
French men enjoyed the idea of dipping their wick in foreign vulva, never managed
to get the job fully done but went about the ville bragging about the shagging. So the fact that socialist Monsieur
le Président Hollande was caught with his pants down and then refuses to admit
he did the dirty, then threatening the press with court action is revealing of
what Europe has become.
WHEN DECENT BRITISH POLITICIANS,
such as Labour's Robin Cook and John Prescott, and the Conservative Party's
John Major, Boris Johnson and David Mellor can openly admit to having a bit of
afternoon relaxation with their secretaries, yet the French refuse to admit
that this goes on, we can see how the effect of the Euro currency has reduced
that once proud nation to a state of wussiness. And once a French wife used to
give her errant husband a good smacking, throwing suitcases into the street.
Now they check into hospitals.
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