“It must bleed,” sang Boris Vian.
Well, in France it has to explode.
Regularly.
When it’s not students turning cars upside down and throwing cobblestones at CRS, it’s yellow vests setting newspaper kiosks on fire, communists building barricades, workers demonstrating against the pension law in brothels, and farmers protesting with their Cows block the Champs-Élysées or highly paid railroad workers paralyzing the country because they have just read Germinal de Zola.
As De Gaulle said, in France we are capable of revolution but not of reform.
As soon as the government decides something, we’ll go up to Versailles and cut off your head.
To arms, citizens!
FLICAILLE, SCRATCHES
This time, the country exploded because a police officer, believing he was Bébel, shot and killed a criminal who refused to comply.
Well, that’s the official reason.
The real reason, as everyone knows, is that the scum — which is growing in numbers in Charles Trenet’s land (“Douce France, cher pays de mon enfance, bercée de tend insouciance”) — isn’t waiting for a faux pas by the authorities, a reign of terror to build.
The cops scurry and the scum is scum.
What do you want when you take in more immigrants than you can accommodate, when you park them in ghettos, when you ignite the embers of communitarianism, when you accept entire neighborhoods being turned into areas of lawlessness, when artists and… With Glorious and dough-crammed intellectuals spend their days extolling the virtues of revolutionary violence, well, you got it in the end.
The constant mess.
As Stéphane Venne wrote: “And it’s not over yet, it’s just the beginning, we haven’t seen true ecstasy yet…”
Expect the Olympics next summer.
Paris becomes a city of chaos. And a police state.
Because riots are like Hygrade sausages.
The more breakage, the more cops. The more police officers, the greater the damage.
Paris is a party, said Hemingway.
You speak Charles.
POWDER FIRE
And don’t tell me it’s all because of the evil French state, which allows immigrants and young people to wallow in poverty.
In 2005, I traveled to La Courneuve, a deprived suburb of Paris, to do a report for the show Les Francs-Tireurs (a show that aired before Télé-Québec was called Télé-Woke).
The state had just inaugurated a million-dollar sports and cultural complex.
When we arrived there was only smoking ruins left.
The day before, the scum had set it on fire before the center even opened its doors. Much to the chagrin of the local population, whom these scum are supposed to be defending.
The cops landed, the scum started ganging up, and the cops got to work.
It’s the blue java.
The most beautiful Java that will enchant you.
