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Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the prices
Nutella for the masses!!!
Marie, are you sure? very very sure of such things?
Oui oui, on with it, my father was emperor of Rome
Nutella will calm the masses
Come here Nemo. taste, see even Nemo is tres happy now!
And so France lowered the prices of Nutella
Thus began the nouveau French Revolution
Riots in the streets, brawling in the magasins
The uprising has began, we want our Nutella for free
The masses rose
Nutella for all, Nutella for sans prix
We are all somewhat fou for Nutella you see!
And so the masses fought each other for Nutella's liberty
Nutella one and Nut Ella all!
I swear to your Brigette
We should have given them Macarons!!!
People remain civilized with cafe and cookies! n'est pas?
Emmanuel my love, fret not
The revolution shall be quelled
Qh I have the perfect person for this
He shall restore order to our dear republic
Prey tell Brigette? Who could do such a thing now
Riots everywhere, the masses fight each other daily?
The streets are not safe
There is a shortages of Nutella now, we are doomed cheri
Non non mon amour, I shall call Alizee
She shall sing us out of the terrible mess
She is the mistress of Doug McMillion
This man can save us all!!
Brigitte, who is this man you call Doug?
Why Emmanuel he is the president of Walmart
He has squashed many Black Fridays rebellions
He shall save us all!!!!!!
From these unruly unsavory Nutella shoppers!!!!!
Vive la France!
Vive Alizee
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri
C'est ton droit et ta liberté
Translations
Allons-y = Lets go, pronounced similar to Alizee
Magasins = Stores
N'est pas is written on sound should be "N'est ce pas"
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri = Eat your macaroon cookies my love"
C'est ton droit et ta liberte = Is your right and your liberty
The Political class
The problem with politicians is we need
someone to represent us and they do for a reward
the power and prestige.
Delegates speak fluently give promises they have
no intention of keeping and a prone to corruption
and will always do the bidding of the haves.
In the corridors of power, they strike deals which
are hidden for us and when called out they lies
and we are often too willing to believe them.
Of course, we have democracy and elect someone else
who say what we like to hear, but they the new brooms
somehow blend in with the rest of their class
and many run their own businesses that, they say, is
because they work hard, I call it skulduggery.
President Macron of France is a good example, silver-tongued
and charming he pretends to want a just society
when the truth is he only represents big business
and doesn`t bother to talk to the lower classes except
for platitudes and when we discover the truth, it is too late
a politician who has no ideology is only in for this
for control and when they fail feel no shame just
go back making money elsewhere.
Hurt Europe
Starmer and Macron dislike leaving the scene of a crime, not yet concluded, they will meet for lunch to discuss how they can prolong the Ukraine war and help Zelinsky win over Putin’s Russia, they have been sidelined by Trump who wants peace and gets his praise, a Nobel Medal
Trump, the man doesn't want them meddling it is his alone, needs not a humiliated Europe to snag get their foot in with left-winged nonsense Rutte, the new NATO boss has read the ruins he talks about China to please the USA and thinks of sending troops to defend Indonesia.
After lunch, Starmer had lamb chops, Macron had oysters they walked to the Louvre and spoke about European culture, forgetting Europe is not a state but a landmass of many countries that might not share their knowledge of Rodin, later they went to Cabaret in Montmartre
Europe's cold heart
Evening storm, brown leaves, torn torn lose from
the mother tree blows heather and dither, if lucky, lands huddled in a backyard corner
I think of Macron, yes him, the president of France
is extolling globalization, I gather his idea, is a place
where French society, is a norm followed by lesser nation
No, thank you, the world too manifolded for that
Champs Elycee is not the navel of the natural event
if anything it, is a construct made by old power and money
I'm a nationalist hails from a country evolved naturally
yet no shy absorbing what is useful for other,
there is an unspoken agreement on how people should
behave, which can be strange to others, but fits the national physics.
From our view Macron, in the words of Oscar Wilde
“deep down he is a shallow thinker”
We don't want globality, one culture, one language
on thought, directives from EU. Economic punishment
for those straying rules set by faceless officials
Migrants are welcomed if they can blend in and not
becoming a destructive mob
as we see happens in Sweden, by those who want to change the country to what it is not.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon
it can be avoided by investing in the afflicted countries
but there is a sense economic interest dictate
a large amount of low paid workers
We see how the USA, the beacon of democracy is at heart a tyranny, helped by the opaque Zionism, which want globalization to disfranchise people make them malleable to their agenda
the working class Britain sees this, as do the Germans
alas, the Germans have the burden put on them
by endlessly forced to feel guilty for atrocities that
happened before their lifetime
they know Israel is a malevolent state seeking world
achieved by the death of others
Well, she boiled up the water
in a construction worker’s can now:
seems she forgot all about the library
that she told her old man now:
and with the kettle boiling,
she’ll serve up some cups of Jiguan now -
and she’ll have fun, fun, fun
till her daddy takes the teapot away.
Went to a dance
looking for romance:
saw Barbara Ann,
but I left with JD Vance.
My buddies and me
are getting real well-known:
Zelensky met us
and he sold us a drone.
We came in on the Sloop John B,
Mbappe and me:
Around Nassau Town we did roam.
The beer was like pee:
I caught an STD:
I feel so broke up,
I wanna go home.
She’s giving me good vibrations
with quality lubrication.
I think they’re taking a notion
in Californ – eye – ay
to throw themselves in the ocean
before election day.
The options are gruesome,
as you’ll acknowledge when
it’s bushy-bushy-bon Newsom
or Orange Trump again.
self-interview
Was communism good for Europe
did it give workers dignity and spawn socialism?
Yes, but in the end, it became a terror regime
is socialism good for Europe? Yes, it changed the way we think it could have been a darker place,
but is always against the freedom of expression
Capitalism offers unlimited freedom but also lower
pay, long working hours, a lower standard
of living and drugs in hopeless streets, mass unemployment import of workers from foreign countries riots and starvation leads to a new revolution
Is globalization good for the people
no, it produces leaders like Macron and will only benefit the rich
what can be done?
whatever type of "ism" we choose, we must protect
our borders and make war a criminal offense
Religion is another tyranny that opposes free thoughts
which is the only prerogative that separates
humans from the beast
Written By: D. Collins 1/21/26
All that Gangsta talk was hot air in the wind.
He is wearing the kneepads at the very end.
The "framework" has a tenure that is "infinite"..
I guess Greenland wasn't having Trump owning it.
He seems to have had a taste of humble pie.
Macron winking at him with that infected eye.
Served up on the "menu" like filet mignon.
No one is in fear of our bombs and guns.
I love the way Canada's PM bit back.
No sacrificial lamb laid out on a rack.
After a year, I'd thought I never see this.
Where Richey Rich finally got dissed.
I want a parade
Let it be huge
No chance I’ll be swayed
Don’t be a scrooge.
Lot’s of Brass Bands
Marching Marines
The clapping of hands
This thing’s in my genes.
I may not have served
I wasn’t quite well
But now its deserved
A big show and tell.
Just a few tanks
A fast plane or two
All to give thanks
To the red, white and blue.
Macron does it well
Putin much more
But I can foretell
That both will be sore.
I’ll be the ring master
The one with the voice
The perfect broadcaster
And for that there’s no choice.
For some things I know
I haven’t a clue,
But to put on a show
Is my own special brew.
So sit back and wait
For what I’ve in store
My work’s so first rate
You’ll clamor for more
Cold is the wind in Europe
It is a stormy evening brown leaves flying in the storm, they a
re dank and slimy, torn from the tree with no home to call
their own. I`m thinking of Macron, the president of France
He is extolling globalisation, I`m a nationalist I come from
a country that has naturally evolved has its own culture and
an unspoken agreement on how people should perform.
We don`t want a global nation with one culture one language,
one thought as dictated by a newspaper owned by the globalists.
It has been tried before under the dictatorship of Stalin.
Macron is, in the words of Oscar Wilde:” Deep down he is
a shallow thinker.”
Migrants are welcomed in my country if the can blend be as us
and not a confused mob demanding changes in the way
we have accepted the system as it is.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon it could
be avoided by investing in the countries they hail from and
is political to sow discord in Europe.
We see how the USA a beacon democracy, has been turned
into a semi- tyranny helped by the opaque forces of Zionism
they want globalisation to serve their end that is to enslave
and bend us to their will.
The working class in Britain get it and the ditto Germans
to see the way their countries are going and protests
because of the know if this is not stopped a new war will
begin a war that can only benefit the Zionists.
After 22 hours in planes and a ride on the London tube
our adventure in England had begun…
We met Bryan, Ali and Ava at our hotel…then it was off to have some fun.
To fend off any jet lag…we didn’t rest…we got going quick…
stopping for some French Pastry…which, by golly, did the trick.
Next it was off to Westminster Abbey…where they coronate their kings and queens.
The service was uplifting as the choir’s voices rose up to the heavens
in one of the most beautiful churches we have ever seen.
An interesting note…when we arrived outside of Westminster Abbey
barricades were up and Bobbies were everywhere…we knew something was going on.
It turns out London was being visited by French president Emmanuel Macron.
He was there to lay a wreath on the tomb of the unknown warrior-
(an unidentified soldier who died in World War I)
Then, after waving to us, he was off to address Parliament…
No doubt…given the state of the world today …there is much work to be done.
After our service was completed and we walked out Westminster Abbey’s door
we witnessed some of the pomp and pageantry the British are famous for.
The central band of the royal legion was playing La Marseillaise-
The National Anthem of France…
which we heard two young Frenchmen next to us sing…
this was followed by a rousing rendition of God Save The King
I know there are troubles in the UK…just like in America
(we passed homeless people sleeping on the street)
problems that need to be addressed…
but watching the British…the people who invented pomp and circumstance
we couldn’t help but be impressed.
The evening ended at the Kings Head pub…a fitting end to today’s trip…
in a traditional English Pub…while eating fish and chips.
Sitting around the table of that pub…with our children and grandchild…now grown
I had to stop and smile…as we celebrated with our own pomp and circumstance…
a royal family of our own.