It was a very busy week with South Sudan, the Central African Republic, North Korea, the cold and animals, but especially for the affaire française. The president sleeps around. Who cares? And why have I included photos of it in this revue? Just being glib, I guess. The jubilation of the English-speaking press, the hypocritical cries of horror, are to die for. Everyone knows that sex in England is a bedroom matter. I have no problem with Union Jack, but their stupid fury never ceases to amaze me, like the way they talk during the France-England rugby match. Oh well. I’m much more disturbed by the English judicial system, which lets the police get away with everything, as they do in France. That’s a real problem with democracy, the kind we see in Korea, Slovakia and Russia, where alpine skier Jean-Claude Killy, following in the footsteps of Gerard Depardieu, has become pals with Putin. It’s enough to give one a headache. And now I’ve got one.
Have a nice week.
