Ever since I started blogging, I had two reliable targets for kicking. Massachusetts will always hold first place in my heart when it comes to bashing (to the point where I created a special category for it — “Mass. Insanity”), but on one or two occasions France almost gave the Bay State a run for the money.
Bashing the French is easy. They’ve spent literally centuries giving us material, and reaffirm it on a regular basis. And more importantly, it’s fun.
But with the election of Nicolas Sarkozy as president of La Belle France, with his affirmations of friendship for the United States, a firm stand against Islamism, and a rejection of the socialism that has pretty much turned France into an economic basket case, I might have to put things on hold.
I must say, though, that this is in accord with Bigwig’s First Rule Of French Warfare: “France’s armies are victorious only when not led by a Frenchman.” Sarkozy is, of course, a French citizen, but is the son of a Hungarian father and a French/Jewish mother.
Zhut alors, what shall I do with myself without my second favorite bete noire to kick around?
As others have noted, there finally seems to be an awakening in the western nations to the threat of Islamism, the seductive femme fatale of socialism, and the power of democracy and free enterprise. Leaders espousing such principles have won elections in Canada, Mexico, Australia, Germany, and now France.
I’m not quite ready to shout “Vive la France!” or sing La Marseillaise, but the next time I watch “Casablanca,” I’ll try not to laugh at the Dueling Anthems scene.