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Friday, December 14, 2018
Monty Python - Repressed Citizen
The peasants are revolting! Long live the yellow vests!
Holy Grail was hilarious when it came out in 1975. It is still hilarious today.
Regarding France, I saw an interview in which people said they could not survive no matter how hard they worked, and how many jobs they had.
Workers must watch every penny. They don’t eat out at restaurants, which means that people in the restaurant industry have lost their jobs. Flowers for your wife? Forget it. Toys for the kids? Maybe a small one at Christmas. Even with qualifications and a “good job,” you must work two part-time jobs to make it to the end of the month.
Since most French people are paid monthly, a common joke is, “The end of the month is difficult, especially the last thirty days.”
In France, one soup kitchen charity, Les Restos du Coeur (Restaurants of the Heart) has 2,000 outlets. In 2017 they handed out 136 million meals to approximately 1 million people, including 30,000 babies. And that is just one charity among many. One in five French people cannot afford three meals a day.
In 2016 the poverty threshold in France was set at €1,026 per month. There were 8.8 million France people living on less than that. That is 14% of the total population.
There are endless tax increases, but never for the rich. If the rich had to pay taxes, they would order the government to stop its assaults immediately. The entire euro nightmare would end.
Macron is the latest in a long line of presidents who shyte on the public. There was Mitterand, Chirac, Sarkozy, Hollande, and now Macron-the-Maggot. “Little Jupiter.”
Rich people condemn the violence of the poor, while boasting about the violence of the rich. The worst form of violence is poverty.
Macron claims that he wants to go green, but how can people buy electric cars when they can barely change the tires on the cars they have? The French people were told to go diesel. When they did, the taxes on diesel went up. If they go electric, the taxes on electricity will go up.
The purchasing power of the majority of the population is collapsing – while the richest have never been so rich.
With or without the vile dwarf (Macron) the French nightmare will continue to worsen as long as France uses the euro, grovels to Brussels, and has a trade deficit.
“Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. You can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watering tart threw a sword at you. I mean, if I went around saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bit had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away…”
“We can’t risk another frontal assault. That rabbit’s dynamite.”
“So, if she’s made of wood, she weighs the same as a duck.” “And therefore…?” “A witch!”
“STOP! He who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, 'ere the other side he see.”
“Open this castle door at once!” “No chance, English bed-wetting type. I fart in your general direction. I wave my privates at you and call you silly names.”
“When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tailed and fled; brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin…”
Holy Grail was hilarious when it came out in 1975. It is still hilarious today.
ReplyDeleteRegarding France, I saw an interview in which people said they could not survive no matter how hard they worked, and how many jobs they had.
Workers must watch every penny. They don’t eat out at restaurants, which means that people in the restaurant industry have lost their jobs. Flowers for your wife? Forget it. Toys for the kids? Maybe a small one at Christmas. Even with qualifications and a “good job,” you must work two part-time jobs to make it to the end of the month.
Since most French people are paid monthly, a common joke is, “The end of the month is difficult, especially the last thirty days.”
In France, one soup kitchen charity, Les Restos du Coeur (Restaurants of the Heart) has 2,000 outlets. In 2017 they handed out 136 million meals to approximately 1 million people, including 30,000 babies. And that is just one charity among many. One in five French people cannot afford three meals a day.
In 2016 the poverty threshold in France was set at €1,026 per month. There were 8.8 million France people living on less than that. That is 14% of the total population.
There are endless tax increases, but never for the rich. If the rich had to pay taxes, they would order the government to stop its assaults immediately. The entire euro nightmare would end.
Macron is the latest in a long line of presidents who shyte on the public. There was Mitterand, Chirac, Sarkozy, Hollande, and now Macron-the-Maggot. “Little Jupiter.”
Rich people condemn the violence of the poor, while boasting about the violence of the rich. The worst form of violence is poverty.
Macron claims that he wants to go green, but how can people buy electric cars when they can barely change the tires on the cars they have? The French people were told to go diesel. When they did, the taxes on diesel went up. If they go electric, the taxes on electricity will go up.
The purchasing power of the majority of the population is collapsing – while the richest have never been so rich.
With or without the vile dwarf (Macron) the French nightmare will continue to worsen as long as France uses the euro, grovels to Brussels, and has a trade deficit.
“Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. You can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watering tart threw a sword at you. I mean, if I went around saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bit had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away…”
ReplyDelete“We can’t risk another frontal assault. That rabbit’s dynamite.”
“So, if she’s made of wood, she weighs the same as a duck.” “And therefore…?” “A witch!”
“STOP! He who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, 'ere the other side he see.”
“Open this castle door at once!” “No chance, English bed-wetting type. I fart in your general direction. I wave my privates at you and call you silly names.”
“When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tailed and fled; brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin…”
I stay away from anything with Python's name on it but that was good.
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