HALF-FULL REPORT 06/15/12
It was yet another lousy week for Zero, but to tell the truth, it's getting reeeeaaallly boring talking about this guy. I am so excruciatingly bored with him and his grimacing wife and his moonbat supporters and his groveling media sycophants and his union thugs and his crony business-shysters and his airhead celebrities.
So let's get outta here and go somewhere else. How about France? That should be fun - for it's simply awesome to witness the French immolate themselves.
When I was growing up, there were two Frances. One was that embodied by Maurice Chevalier (1888-1972) - completely captivating, oozing French charm and savoir-faire, impossible not to like. Here's a link to him singing Thank Heaven For Little Girls in Gigi (1958).
The other France was embodied by Charles de Gaulle (1890-1970) - completely pompous, oozing arrogance and pretentiousness, utterly ungrateful to America for saving his country in World Wars I and II, yearning for the days of French gloire (glory) centuries ago and pretending they still existed.
De Gaulle's France is the only one left now, still pompous, still the arrogant beggar, with a hopelessly incompetent champagne socialist running the place.
