Mother Sarkozy’s got a whole lot to answer for, beginning with the naming of her altitudinally challenged son. Scuttlebutt from SHAPE Headquarters in Mons says that he’s called “Nick the Knife” so we renamed him for her. You’re welcome! Historically, tall people had remarkable evil streaks but when the little guys hop on Machiavelli’s bandwagon, they always stand out head and shoulders above the rest. And the tiny two-faced twerp of French politics isn’t a boy to be trifled with while on the warpath.
Our story begins within the confines of the sixth arrondissment and takes us all the way to the tents of Araby but we’ll skip over all that since it’s another great fiction to chronicle the madman’s rise to power. A good tale begins in the middle of the action, where the “hero” escapes death in the nick of time and must set out to right all the wrongs. If you’re French and it feels like the re-reading of the worst story ever told, you’re only half right. Cowardice, double-dealing and sang froid ineptitude have been expunged from the visible text for all the usual puffed-up quasi political reasons.
As Hardy reminded us; “History belongs to the man who can pay for it!”
Let’s take the French Foreign Legion as the finest example, a collection of dregs booted out of every other society whose legendary exploits are the work of pure fiction, they’ve never ever won a war. In fact, they’re the most talented of losers if one examines the Dien Bien Fu debacle and it’s brilliant encirclement by General Giap. On they cowered while the air-dropped supplies glided down sidewyas to feed the foraging Vietnamese. At the most critical point of the battle, their ‘idea’ starved commander, a bona fide Frenchman, sat down to eat his lunch, a bullet. C’est la vie?
These are the men the sons of Britain will go charging into battle with. Mr. Cameron crouches shoulder to shoulder with the fatuous fibbers and re-colonising fantasists while claiming they possess ‘great ideas’ but talk of roping in accomplices for the heist of the century has been avoided at all costs. Sarkozy took Gaddafi’s money to fund his election campaign while all the time planning to land in Tripoli, grab the treasury. He needs cash for new history, Dave simply longs to be liked at our soldier’s expense!
Even the flaming lunatic of the desert deserves better, it’s not very nice to harm the disabled and then confiscate their wheelchair for scrap metal. Clearly as regards this alliance, Mother Cameron has a lot to answer for too. She should have named her big boy Richard because today, most thinking Britons have him pegged as a Dick!
On to the musical portion of our Sunday program…