Some Americans are wondering, “Why all the hoopla over Hollande’s courtesy call on Obama?” Is there something sinister or even serious going on? The obvious answer—and even some journalists are aware of it—is the natural affinity of two Marxist political hacks. “Dear Barack,” as Hollande now refers to the American President, would like nothing better than to adopt France’s ruinous taxation rates, while dear François would simply love to join forces with the USA to make war on Christians in the Middle East.
But Hollande and Obama have always loathed the Christians and businessmen in their respective countries. They don’t need a face to face meeting to plot their nasty little agenda. The simple truth is that both the American and French administrations are in a shambles, and when all else fails, disgraced presidents inevitably try their hands at doing star turns in international diplomacy. It’s almost as good as a war, and costs so much less money.
It was only a few months ago that Obama turned in despair to negotiations with Iran as the life-raft for his sinking regime, and now that his “peace” negotiations have faded from the evening news, he needs a new bauble to dangle in front of his admirers in the media. And poor Hollande, faced with a sagging economy and rising unrest, has managed to dig himself an even deeper hole by betraying his pregnant mistress.
What drab little creatures to be heads of state of two once-magnificent countries!
There is one bit of consolation for Americans. Whenever you are tempted to lament the state of our sorry nation and its ridiculous president, just think of Hollande and what the election of such a manifest loser indicates for the current state of French civilization. What’s next for a country that could elect Hollande? Dinners of Cheez Whiz and Wonder Bread washed down, preferably with Coca Cola, the soft drink that has made itself the beverage of choice for the worldwide LBGT community.