Well, today was a very important step for the women of the world, as the people of France bravely elected their new president. But I am a little confused: Is Emmanuel Macron their first woman president or just a really fey, homo-looking, Euro-trash poser? I'm all for gender confusion, but even I had a tough time figuring out if France had just elected Bruce Jenner in a business suit.
From what I hear, Macron won by a very large margin, which is what was supposed to happen here for a woman last year, except that the French
Unless my meds are really off, this French thing seemed to be one very strange contest, with the man being the woman and the woman being the man: Macron is very young and kind of weird and not exactly the John Wayne of the French Republic. It doesn't help his image as a weenie that he married
Form where I sit, I have to ask, "What does it matter?" The day after all the drama, Paris still has the same streets, same bridges and same lovely museums it always did. The only difference is that now, muslim refugees are taking dumps in the streets, peeing on bridges and raping white women just outside the museums.
Why are people so afraid of change? They should embrace it, like we do. We don't discriminate who rapes our women or poops in our streets -- isn't that what a true democracy is all about?
I am very relieved to know that
I never understood high finance. I just give Bessie the VISA and she comes back with groceries. I should have a lot of airline miles by now. Maybe I should go on a vacation somewhere. But not Paris. It's really smelly there now.