Twas the night before the elections…
And not a creature was stirring, except for these louts
The tv was warming above the chimney all bare
In hopes that St. Nicolas would have a good scare
The children were drunk and sunburnt instead
While visions of white-skirted baguettes danced round their heads…
One can never be sure with French politics whether the evening will end with broken bottles, funny hats, massive screaming, or just several bald men stepping out of line. Our elections night, where, among the voters present Bayrou won hands down, was tarnished by these two baldies, both of which were virulent Sarko supporters. The screaming and tantrum pulling was enough to make me throw two books at their heads (Oh Beckett and Strindberg! You deserve better!). If they represent the right, there’s no hope for intelligent life in this country. The next time I’m going to put an immigration policy on my door: no village idiots allowed.
