Even as ISIL pushes the bounds of savagery in their
attack against all that is not Takfiri-Salafi, certain forces in the West seem
bent upon demonstrating that, indeed, our cultural corruption has reached such
a point that we are past saving.
Nor are these forces merely marginal; they currently rule France.
Here are just the latest provocations from the socialos.
(Note: I use
the French slang term here in
preference to the official word socialiste,
since the Hollande crew have little to do with traditional socialism, and
nothing at all to do with the international working class. To apply the term to their
antics, would be to sully it.)
(1) On nous prend pour des cruches.
Smack in the middle of the Place Vendôme, the socialo mayor of Paris had a monstrosity
installed (using taxpayer funds).
She then had the effrontery to pretend that it depicts a “tree”; whereas in fact (as the artist itself
stated to Le Monde), it is nothing less than a giant “butt plug”:
Most of us had previously been unaware of the existence of
this paraphiliac sex-toy, but now the socialos
are rubbing our faces in it.
In France, the sculpture was titled “Sapin de Noël”,
thus as an added benefit degrading the holiday that celebrates
the birth of our Lord. Those who
pretend that the thing is just a stylized tree, take us for idiots. Here is another work by the same
soi-disant ‘artist’, titled “Train”:
I don’t think that is actually a real train.
(Note: Back in days
more innocent than our own, when it still was licit to speak aloud, a very few warned that celebrating pedicatio
might lead, in time, to
countenancing theriophilia. For that, they were roundly
denounced. But the monstrosity
above is Exhibit A.)
Fortunately, a French citizen with some gumption did not
take all this lying down, and (literally) pulled the plug on the giant
inflatable affront to the republic:
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| The Plug, in a state of detumescence |
This invert truly has a fecal obsession; and a spineless public, cowed into
submission in the face of repeated paraphiliac assaults, allows itself to be
almost literally shat upon. Here
is another of the perpetrator’s public installations, tolerated by the
taxpayers:
(2) The second
mistress of the abject Hollande (de son vrai titre, “Madame le Président”),
having pushed out the first mistress, was later herself dumped for yet another
presidential plaything; out of
spite, she published a sordid tell-all (or invent-all) potboiler. The bienpensant press gallantly refers to her as the “former first
lady”; that she is not, nor really
even an ‘lady’ tout court. Here is
one of her latest antics:
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Valerie
Trierweiler
at
Jean-Luc and Christophe's wedding anniversary party
at
the Banana Cafe in Paris
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The ‘newlyweds’, as you might guess, are ipsigeneric.
More here, including an account of her latest physical
assault against yet another female rival:
(3) The attack
on the family proceeds apace:
Pour garder vos allocations familiales, un conseil : divorcez !
Pour l'historien Benoît Pellistrandi,
la gauche abuse de l'argument de l'autorité pour justifier l'écrasement fiscal
des familles.
http://www.lefigaro.fr/vox/economie/2014/10/17/31007-20141017ARTFIG00397-pour-garder-vos-allocations-familiales-un-conseil-divorcez.php
Some reader comments:
les féministes de la gauche caviar
et laïcarde continuent de dézinguer la famille !!
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Touraine détruit les couples,
Hollande n'est pas marié donc il s'en fout.
More on Le suicide français:
http://blog.lefigaro.fr/rioufol/2014/10/bloc-notes-ltat-pyromane-avive.html
For further glimpses of the truly desperate state of
morality in France:
Aux armes, chrétiens!
[Update 19 October 2014] Plans to transfer the butt-plug to the Vatican and to reinflate it in St Peter’s
Square, as a sign of pastoral welcoming to the vibrant diversity of
Christendom, have been canceled at the objections of those bishops who have not
yet taken leave of their senses.
[Update 6 Sept 2015]
First, a giant, publically subsidized butt-plug; and now, a dehiscent machin named “Dirty Corner”; in the article below it is referred to
as “le Vagin de la Reine” : which we might translate, having recourse to an
earlier English, as “the Queen’s Quim” (or perhaps the quean’s, given the context.) And some socialo invert thought it cute to plop it
down smack in the middle of the
gardens of Versailles:
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| The drain down to hell (paid for by your tax francs) |
The strategy of these publically-funded paraphiliacs, is to
keep pushing the envelope (by now already well-bent), to see how much the
public will stand for; this
is the technique of the ‘Frog in the Crock-Pot’. And once again, some hardy soul among the citizenry
has meet that egregious defacement of the public square, with a defacement of
the defilement itself.
[Nebenbei] The multikulti Kurturministerin (like
Taubira a twofer, and by her
heritage foreign to the grand siècle
whose monuments she defiles) indignently defended the Muschi-Machwerk (dass ich es so nenne). As a PS-approved PC person, is she happy with its
title, “Dirty Corner” (deutsch: "dreckige Ecke") or that
rust-riven depiction, of the late queen's ce-que-je pense (in Gigi's schoolgirl phrase) ? Trump's
"her wherever" was gallant by comparison!
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