l’Americain
: Harry Stein goes to France to savor a little anti-Americanism:
At one point in my stay, an old friend, a French journalist, invited me to dine with her and her fianc
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l’Americain
: Harry Stein goes to France to savor a little anti-Americanism:
At one point in my stay, an old friend, a French journalist, invited me to dine with her and her fianc
Hates Americans = hates success, competition, accomplishment, principle, strength…
Hates Americans = hates the future, or more correctly, is afraid of the future…
When someone declares their “anti-American” prejudice and bigotry, a little rudeness goes a long way. Push them into traffic.
France is stalled, and people like Sabine Herold of Liberte, J’ecris ton nom know that… My hope is that the freedom-lovers of that country wrest it back from the chauvins…
er… remember “Freedom Fries” ?!
Er — yeah. I remember all the rioting, the deaths, the herding away into concentration camps of all those who dared utter the words “French fries” or “French toast.” Oh — wait a minute. No I don’t.
Hey Andrea…I spent 6 months in prison for ordering French fries at my local Burger Shack. The jackbooted thugs arrived in black helicopters and hauled me off to a feces covered bathroom where I was locked up with Micheal jackson and three of the Dixie Chicks for an interminable eight days.
After the “trial” I was taken to a secret re-education camp hidden in the Texas panhandle where I was beaten night and day by stormtroopers wearing John Ashcroft masks. Huge Jumbotron TV’s were blasting a live feed from Fox News 24 hours a day. Sean Penn, Susan Sarrandon and I spent our days counting illegal campaign contributions in the form of stacks of hundred dollar bills from Haliburton and Enron for George W. Bush’s re-election. The table with Micheal Moore, Joan Baez and Bill Marre was kept busy pre-punching Florida ballots for Bush for the 2004 election.
I finally was able to dig my way to freedom with the help Of Osama Bin Laden and Saddam Hussien, who were being kept there until it was politically expediant to “find” them. The Terminator robots intercepted Saddam and he was brought back to Camp Reagan while Osama and I hitched a ride with a bus filled with Howard Dean supporters, now we live off the grid as secret operatives trying to wrestle back our once-free country from the oppressive forces of evil.
I see where Saddam was “caught” in Iraq, they must have sneaked him back in using an SR-71 Blackbird like they did when Bush the First was selling arms to the Contras.
I have to cut this E-mail short…I can see the spy blimps are homing in on the RFID chip they implanted in my left ass cheek.
And for the love of God, don’t ask for Frech fries at the Burger Shack!
I found this to be the most interesting part:
“Gruesome as all this sounds, it is more gruesome still to realize that much of America
Isn’t it interesting that making French jokes will get you reviled by some (both here and abroad) as some sort of fascist, nationalist (if that’s not redundant) moron while the same folks just expect and accept French hatred of Americans and America? Luckily, of course, the chance of the French actually amounting to any sort of obstacle to my French antipathy (inherited legitimately from a father who saw their handiwork up close and personal in the South Pacific in WWII) is growing even smaller as we speak.