D-Day 2: Chicago Invades my Fucking School

Eleven in the morning.  A deadly silence fills the courtyard of Henri IV high school in Béziers.  The soldiers garrisoned in the courtyard look around nervously, anticipating the battle ahead.  Some cross themselves, others vomit copiously into their helmets.  Others just sit around and tell fart jokes.  Heh.  Suddenly, a rumble sounds off in the distance.  The soldiers jerk their heads up.  Here it comes.  The big one.  Suddenly, a bus crashes into the reinforced steel portcullis!  It’s a yellow school bus that you see in all those films.  Kindergarten Cop… Uh… And all those other films.  The door swings open and out pours a stream of preppy American students from some far away land!

The brave students of Henri IV try and hold them back, but their inane comments on how “they were really the only people who liked Obama for his policies rather than the fact that he was black” and how “David Letterman just isn’t what he used to be” push our valiant heroes back.  Oh, the blood!  Oh, the mind-numbing dullness!

Like this. But, yanno, with less guns and soldiers and blood and shit.

The main squad is down!  They’ve taken over the school.  The day is lost.  Bummer.

Of course, the above scene was just a dramatic re-imagining of the scene that did greet me in school this morning.  I’m currently in talks with Michael Bay concerning a film adaptation.  But yanno, he wants to put fucking Transformers in it.  Rhy, if you will:

So, yeah, Michael.  Great fan of your work.  I always liked films with shitloads of explosions and shit in them.  So, what kind of ideas do you have for the opening scene?

Well I thought we’d have one of those big friggin’ Harrier jets fly over the school and drop a shitload of fucking napalm on everyone, like yanno, a pre-emptive strike on the school?  It’s be like WHOOSH and everyone would be like AIEE! And the napalm falls like KERBLAMMO! and everbody’s running around on fire screaming and burning.

But… uh… the opening scene is just a simple montage of the beginning of the school day. And… hey, why the fuck would a Harrier jet drop napalm on a school full of children?  I mean, you’re essentially killing off the protagonist in the opening scene.

Yeah, but no, but he’d be like late for school… or whatever… and uh… stay with me on this.  Uh… he’d see all like the burning bodies and drop to his knees and roar.  And uh… he’d like find these survivors and he’d like… yanno, gather them together for a last stand.  And at one point he’d turn around and say “God’s gotta take a back seat on this”.  And you know the Americans would arrive with their oppressive policies and superior technology and the protagonist would be forced to run into the countryside with the survivors and form a rag-tag resistance gr-

Michael, I’m gonna have to stop you there.  That’s kind of like the plotline from Red Dawn.  Just… yanno… Dumber.

Wait, no!  For the closing battle, the ruins of the school turn into Optimus Prime and he beats the shit out of th-

Gonna have to stop you there again, Mike.

Why?

No reason.  I’m just… gonna have to stop you.

A behind-the-scenes photo from back when Michael was still making our film about a typical schoolday.

So we figured we weren’t really getting anywhere with Michael Bay.  The guy had to look up the word “plot” in the dictionary.  Rhy suggested we turn to visionary director Mel Gibson to convey our vision to the world.  We figured his subversive directing would fit our image just perfectly.

Mr Gibson, what an honour!  Can I just say that I loved you in Mad Max.  So what do you think of the script?

Well, uh, Rhy.  Can I be honest?  I think it needs a couple of re-writes.

Oh?  Well, you’d know better than us.  What with you being a world famous director and all.  What didn’t you like?

Well, I… how can I put this?  You know in the fifth scene where the Principal orders the doors to be shut, stopping the smokers from getting out at recess?  We need to make the Principal a Jew.  He needs to be up in his office with a big pot of Jew gold, a massive nose and a wicked chuckle.  I mean this guy is the main antagonist, we really need to show the viewers that he’s part of a world-wide Jewish conspiracy that controls the media and-

Uh… Can we do that?  I mean, legally do that? Wouldn’t Jewish viewers be offended?

Well, they killed Christ.  What do we care?  Oh, and the protagonist of the film has to be Jesus.  And he’s gotta be crucified at the end.

Pro: Béziers is full of homeless who could play Jesus in Mel's re-write. Con: Mel is a fucking nut.

Jesus?  But… what the hell would Jesus be doing in a small town in southern France?  And didn’t you already kind of do that with The Passion?

Mel walked off the set muttering something about a giant pot of Jew gold at the end of the Jewbow.  We were getting nowhere fast.  Was there any director who could properly translate our story of greed, lust and alcohol for the big screen?

Mr Lynch.  Jesus, man.  How are you?

I’m uh… yeah, I’m good.

I gotta say, we love your work here at FTD.  Jesus, we must have watched Eraserhead… god, must be twice now!  Haha!  And wow, you’re like, so down to earth!

Yeah.  I guess so.  Listen, about your script…

Yeah, what did you think of it? Wow, I can’t believe David Lynch is actually checking out our script!

Well, I can see a lot of potential.  I can see a lot of metaphors being able to be slipped into the film.  I was thinking maybe having a subliminal message flash at the viewer through different points in the film.  Like, have “THE CAKE IS A LIE” flashed through at random intervals.  Oh, and we’ve gotta show that the protagonist has repressed sexual urges towards his imaginary uncle who was invented through a subtext of…

He continued like this for a good few hours.  We liked his vision and decided to go with him as our director.  Finally, our film was finished.  Rhy, want to unveil it for us?

Sure.  Ladies and gentlemen!  I present to you the most subversive piece of cinema you’re ever going to see in your pitiful lives!  Oh, and if there are any epileptics in the crowd, you might want to look away.  It didn’t test well with one guy in our test audience.  Now.  I present to you: D-Day 2 as directed by David Lynch!

It's a metaphor you idiots!

Isn’t like… the image supposed to move or something?

Uh… yeah… lemme check the reel.  Wait, they’re all the same image!  For two hours!

And… how does this represent the social problems at school?

Who the fuck cares?  It’s David Lynch, maaaaan!  You don’t have to understand it!  Just go with the flow and talk about “hidden meanings” and shit.  I mean David Lynch is the fucking GOD of ambiguity and jesus, Eraserhead?  That was…

Coming soon to a DVD Bargain Bin near you,

J

Yez muzrfuggn buhsturdfuggrs… (AKA,the day after St. Patrick’s Day)

Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t actually drink as much as I intended to last night.  And I intended to get paralytic.  Don’t be surprised if photos of myself in coitus with a lamppost surface upon teh intarweb.  Although in my defence, the lamppost was begging for it.

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I spent a rather surreal two hours in literature class yesterday.  The teacher started out by reading some passages from one of Sade’s “novels”.  Can’t say I was too pleased about that because I fucking hate Sade.  The guy was a nut and a dingus.  If I wanted to read about people shitting on each other, I’d read the local newspaper.  Then he went on a long tirade about how if things are banned, people are going to be all the more tempted to try them.  Rhy, could you narrate this for me?

Certainly.  ‘Twas ‘twixt the hours of four and six, and the noble pupils of TL2 were perched upon their wooden chairs in the cold classroom.  The chairs were actually quite comfortable if you could sit just right in that particular position that evenly distributed the weight of your post-

Get on with it.

Eh?  Oh.  Instructor Charbonnel perched on the desk in front of the class.  From time to time, he would leap up into the air like a crazed, coked-up macaque monkey.  He’d also sniff from time to time which suggested that in fact he was a coked up macaque monkey. Shit, we’d best look into that.  Anyway, with a cheeky glint in yonder eye, he spoke.  Ahem, Napoleon?

Mes chers enfants, when you ban somezeeng, you will tempt ze peasant folk to seek it elsewhere.  Zees was ze fateful story of mah beautiful town of Perpignan, corrupted and raped of eets few-tility bah ze accursed General Franco!

He paused for a moment, as if to recall fond memories.  Oh, those were the days!  The times!  The life he had once lived!  Oh, the memories!

You see, mah faithful apprentices, Franco had long oppressed ze people of Spain by banning ze porn film in Spain!  Oh!  Ze cru-el monstrosity de justice!  Wah was la democratie created?!  Oh, mon dieu! Parbleu!  Argh!  Oh-

He continued in this fashion for quite some time, flailing his arms about and creasing his brow, shrieking at the indignity of a country deprived of it’s hardcore pornography.  Finally, he crept into a corner and wept.  After some time he regained his composure.

Eet was ze summer of 1973.  Or was eet 1974? Ze Spanish had crossed ze border into mah belle ville de Perpignan.  Suddenly mah friends and ah noticed ze popping up of… Ze adult theatres.  All around ze city!  Popping up like… well… something zat pops up.  Oh, ze town coffers were built upon ze hardcore pornography zat tempted ze Spaniards so!  Ze dirty bastards!  Ze sex-keraaaaved infidels!  Ze streets were sticky with ze bodily fluids of Spaniards!

And sir, how did you know where all of these adult cinemas were?

Well… Ah… uh… Next question!

What’s the point of this goddamn story?

To show, dear chahld, zat ze human body just needs to… explode from tahm to tahm.  In the Spaniards case, zey needed to explode in a torrent of semen.

And this has something to do with Les Liaisons Dangereuses because…?

Mais sacre bleu!  ‘ave you not understood ze moral of ze story?!  Zat ees how ze libertinage was born!  Through ze interdictions of sexual freedom!  Parbleau!

Aye, Charbonnel was a strange and fascinating creature indeed.  The pupils did not fully understand why he had been sent upon this earth to instruct them in the ways of the world.  Was he a demon?  An angel in disguise?  Or was he simply a drug-addled schizophrenic who had escaped from the local loony-bin to somehow inflict pain and suffering on a group of young adults in the final throes of adolescence?  Only time could tell, but they felt connected to this man, somehow.

No, we don’t feel connected to him.  Intimidated, maybe.  But not connected.  If anything, I’d like to run in the opposite direction as fast as I can. The guy’s a nut.

Oh.  So he’s not like one of these zany, innovative teachers usually played by Robin Williams or Jack Black in the upcoming film adaptation?

No, he’s one of these teachers who makes you want to slit your wrists after spending two hours with him.  He truly is away with the fairies.

Good GOD!  That could be the title of his biopic!  Away with the Fairies: A Charbonnel Story, starring Robin Williams as Mr Charbonnel and Mel Gibson as the pesky administrative employee who can’t handly his zany take on teaching!  Fuck, we could make millions!

Wah cannot I play ze Meester Charbonnel?

Because you’re a figment of James’ imagination and you don’t really exist.

Oh… But ah… Well… Eef…

Sorry, Napoleon. But I don’t think the film is going to go ahead.  It’d just be a rip-off of Dead Poet’s Society.  Just with more swearing… And… yanno… tits.  And dark comedy. Oh, and booze, too.

Sounds like my sort of film.

Yeah, s’not very PC though, is it?

Fuck that.  If Mel Gibson can film three hours of a man resembling Jeebus being tortured to death, why can’t we have our film?  Throw a couple of artsy shots into the editing process and maybe a few subliminal messages about hope and being all that you can be and we’re set!

I’d start writing the script, but I really hve better things to do.

Like?

Goddamn you.  Well, we’d best rap this up.

‘Till next time,

J

Donnie Darkos: The French Paradox

The crowd is teeming in front of the old, majestic building. Betwixt the crowd passes a stirring, a murmuring; a certain electricity in the air. Why are they here? What’s going on? Why can’t they get into the imposing building in front of them? The crowd is comprised mostly of students, young adults who are fresh-faced and ready to face the world that their forefathers have laid out in front of them. Slowly but surely, a cry builds up from their bowels. A murmuring becomes a wave of sound, voices slowly raise up and cry in union…

DARKOS ENCULÈ!

The crowd goes wild! Laughs! Cheers! Screams of the paranoid insecurity that only those at that curious age could feel! Then they look around, unsure of themselves. Something has disturbed them, but what? For what reason? A boy in the crowd turns to his friend; “Hey, who the fuck is Darkos?”

This was the scene that greeted me on Tuesday morning in front of school as I tried to go to class. This is of course the student revolution in France that has risen up to combat the education reforms in France as being implemented by the French education minister Darkos. Yeah, I know. He sounds like the villain from some lame fantasy movie.

We had already experienced some minor uprising on Monday morning, as bright eyed and fresh faced, we went outside at 10 am to socialise and were greeted with a bunch of midgets hurling firecrackers at people. Oh, you crazy shiners, you. It was all fun and games until they came back on Tuesday morning to throw firecrackers at us again and one went off next to my frikkin’ EAR. But I digress.

I actually felt quite positive about these demonstrations. I am usually rather skeptical about student activism over here, especially in Béziers as most people getting out there are looking for an excuse to skip school and generally fuck around. But this seemed different: people actually seemed to care about what was going on because it affected their little brothers or sisters. It really seemed as if the student body of France had had enough of being pushed around by the government. It also bore exactly the sort of trademarks I look for when it comes to open revolution; the internet was only being used to keep people informed and to organize things and everyone I talked to was advocating active and open dissent and civil disobedience. What more could you want in a coup d’état?

But alas, all solid plans eventually go to waste. The student body is incredibly sloppy when it comes to organising such endeavours: a blocus (barricade) was supposed to be set up on the Tuesday: it comprised of several dustbins and a handful of arseholes trying to stop people from getting past. Luckily they rectified this problem on the Thursday, constructing metal grills and proper barricades on the stairs so that people were unable to get in. They actually did a decent enough job when it came to blocking up the school. At 9am we marched to Jean Moulin to “re-inforce” the barricades there, to find that half of the so-called “activists” were a bunch of 16-19 year old potheads who weren’t actually sure WHY they were demonstrating. They thought that Darkos was a character from Star-Wars. Oh, the horror. Nor did the sit-in in front of the mayor’s office (though I was not present, I had given up in exasperation) any use. They didn’t do anything. They just sat in front of the town hall and shouted obscenities at the police and mayor. No violence, nothing.

I mean what the fuck?! Did Che Guevara defeat Batista with harsh language? Did the Bolsheviks take over Russia with insults? I think not. Yet we’re here facing the pinnacle of apathy: people are happy to lend their support unless they think they’ll get arrested for it.

‘”Ah, but James!” you say, “Why were YOU not out there, molotov cocktail in bag and AK 47 in hand?! Why were YOU not killing cops left and right?” Well, dude. Come on, if you’re going to revolt at least make it for something worth while. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for student activism concerning the education reforms, but I don’t think an open revolution will change it. I’m simply trying to stereotype the mentality of the people who were protesting this week.

This has manifested itself perfectly today: half of the people want to keep the barricades up, half of them want to take them down. As I sit here writing this, I feel regret. Regret that the student body, while willing, is still horribly disorganized. How can we stand up for our rights if we can’t even agree on basic agendas? How can we do anything if we’re squabbling between ourselves?

How depressing.

Till next time,

James

You know you’ve got a problem when you can’t remember whether or not you were sick the night before the morning after

Good GOD, I am feeling hungover.  But shoop-doop-de-woop!  Better backtrack and explain the events leading up to last night.

The past week or so has been one of unmitigated stress.  No, guys, I’m serious.  I know that we teens in our last year of school tend to fold under even the slightest of situations.  ZOMG! Bad Hair Day!  WTF?! Too much homework! BBQ! Parents being annoying!  Holy religious syphillis, Batman.  Well, I gotta admit that I haven’t had any of those particular problems as of late.  My hair is wonderfully sculpted into a sleek finish that makes the ladies go all wobbly-kneed at the sheer sight of it.  Seriously, if you ever saw my hair after I’ve been at work on it you would SHIT.  BRICKS.  Nor do I have too much homework.  In fact I don’t have any and haven’t had for the past week or so.  I’m living in a tide of easyness (is that even a word?) when it comes to schoolwork, I just need to get my thumb outta my ass and work a little harder.  Oh, that’s metaphorically speaking.  I’m not actually pleasuring myself with my thumb.  And believe it or not, my parents are actually pretty cool.  No, seriously.  They don’t give me too much hassle and they send me money each month for food and shit.  So I shouldn’t have much to complain about, right?

Wrong.  First of all, a family member isn’t in tip-top form at the moment.  She puts a brave face on things but from what I hear she’s not great at the moment.  Kinda makes me feel bad because she’s been very supportive to me and my family when we had money problems and is helping me get through my university applications.  And that’s another thing.  Fucking University.

See I always figured that when I finished school in July, I’d have a clear run of everything.  ZOMG no more school!  I can finally live out my dreams of taking the phrase “all you can eat” to the extreme and getting some fat Italian guy who runs the buffet to throw me out into the street, where Japanese tourists would take my photo!  Bachelor-ism FTW!  But the English are horribly anal when it comes to university.  It doesn’t help that I was pressured into applying for the socialist’s wet dream that is Cambridge University (that’s me being sarcastic, of course), as the application had to be in by the 31st of October.  That wasn’t a problem, though I forgot to send in any work for them to pore over and reject so they’ve been up my ass about all that.

Then there’s the unmitigated disaster that is my relationship status.  Women: the great mystery that I don’t try to understand.  After the shit I went through trying to convince Her that I was well worth a shot (which went tits up) my opinion was considerably soured.  I promised myself that I wouldn’t get myself down about women again, which left things a bit awkward for a while because I distanced myself from her so that I didn’t re-develop any feelings.  Nevertheless, yesterday I proved to myself that I can have a platonic relationship with her without fucking myself over.  So what did I do?  I asked another girl if she wanted to go out with me.  This was last Friday.  She said what every bloke dreads to hear: “You’re a really nice guy… BUT”.  But I’m not too pissed off about it, she let me down gently which was considerate.  I’m just a little annoyed at the fact that I’m in my last year of school and I’m still celibate.

Something else happened on Friday.  Every school seems to be having this problem at the moment, whether or not you live in the US, England or here in France.  On Friday afternoon we had a philosophy test that finished early so we hung out in front of school waiting for afternoon recess to start.  All of a sudden my buddy Florian said “turn around” and to our surprise there was a large group of chavs at the opposite end of the street carrying metal bars and the like.  Can I be honest?  Don’t mind if I do.  I almost shat myself.  I very nearly evacuated the contents of my bowels into my undies.  Let me make this very, VERY clear.  I go to school because I want to secure a future for myself that excludes the possibility of me working in McDonalds for the rest of my life.  I do not go to school to be threatened, kicked by kids because I walk past them and generally wonder if I am going to be mugged or stabbed today.  No child should have to go through that every day of their lives.  School should be an overly positive experience, not a Vietnam reenactment.  Also I would like to point out that adults do not understand what this is like.  No, you did not go through something similar when you were kids.  No, you didn’t.  Being accosted by a couple of “rowdy youths” on the way home from school because they want your lunch money is not the same as being mugged at knife-point for your MP3 player by a kid probably no older than 14.  I would like to point out that this has personally not happened to me, but I do know people it has happened to.

Adults’ attitudes over this situation also greatly annoys me.  The conversation I have had with some people generally goes along these lines.  Rhy will fill in for adult in question.

O Hai!  Glad you could join the Not-So-Royal Shakespeare Company for our stunning adaptation of James’ best selling play “ZOMG UR A RACIST!!!????111!!”  Shall we begin?

Oh, Napoleon will also be filling in stage directions.

Ah-hem!  Ze curtains go up.  We join JAMES having a conversation with your typical contemporary adult.

…so they beat the shit out of him?  Good god, that’s insane!

Yeah, I know.  His face was pretty puffed up.  Some nasty shit.

Which kids were these?  I mean were they French or what?

Well, they were the Arab kids who hang around there.  We’ve had a few problems with them in front of school, too.

Racist!  You’re a racist!  You can’t use that word!

What, Arab?

HE SAID IT AGAIN!  Racist, here folks!  There’s a racist sitting here!

But they were Arabs.  I’m not using the word “Arab” as an insult.  I’m just using it to show you that the kids were Arabs.

You don’t understand what a hard time they have of it all!  They can’t get proper jobs, they’re put in council flats, they’re thrown out of schools so them being overtly aggressive is just a reaction to the hard time they get from all of you racist bastards!

Ze political correctness police arrive to throw James in ze prison for having offended every soul on Earth who just wants everybodee to get along.

Fin.

Let me make something very, VERY clear to anyone who is intending to give me backlash over my comments here.  Please listen because this is very, VERY important and if you try and say that I sound a “bit racist”, I will hit you because I am sick to the back teeth of getting this.

I am not racist.  I know very well that “Arab” and “violent” are not mutually exclusive adjectives.  I have several Arabic friends who prove this.  I get on well with them.  When I say that I have problems with the Arabs at school, I am under NO circumstances trying to imply that I have problems with them solely because they are Arabic.  There are several white kids who severely get on my tits, too.  I have simply noticed that the majority of the kids who hang out around school and who threaten my friends and I are predominantly minorities.  I am not implying we should get rid of all of the “immigrants”.  This is stupid.  I myself am an immigrant, but I try to get along with the French.  Whether you be European, Asian, Hispanic, Black, Arabic… WHATEVER… I do not see the point of coming to a country and being violent and aggressive to people because they are not like you, because they dress funny… WHATEVER.  I do not try and understand the reasons for their attitude towards my friends and I or towards the rest of the students in general.  I have given up on that, but I do not think it is as a result of being poor or underpriviledged.  I say this because up until very recently I was in a very VERY tight situation financially, I lived in a shitty home with depressed parents and it did not make me want to mug, stab or beat up people.  It could be the parents, I don’t know and I am passed caring.  If they wanted to get along with me, I would welcome that.  Hell, it’d be nice if EVERYONE could get along, but this is not the case.  Whenever I try to voice these opinions to the majority of adults, I am branded an ignorant racist and I am fucking sick of it.  The people who call me “racist” have no idea what I have to go through every day of my life because times have changed since they were kids.

This Political Correctness lark is really getting on my nerves.  It’s fine to blame us whites for all the woes in the world, but if you hint that SOME of the perpetrators represent an ethnic minority, you are fucked.  I recognize that there are a lot of assholes who are White and are French.  I recognize there are a lot of assholes who are British… whatever.  I realize that maybe the fact we try and avoid these kids may exacerbate the situation, as they feel ostracized.  Hell, I even admit that there’s some inherent racism within the System that prevents minorities from getting many of the chances that you get from being White.  But I do not understand why instead of working to overcome these obstacles, they just make things worse on themselves by threatening anyone who walks past them.
Let me make it abundantly clear that I am NOT a racist.  I will not go out and join the BNP, I will not go out and join the National Front or a Nazi Skinhead gang.  They are violent idiots who judge people based on the colour of their skin.  I am not going to firebomb an Arabic home, I am not going to suggest we tell them all to fuck off.  I am not suggesting we fight them, I want to avoid violence and I just want to be left alone.  I am saying what I say because I am sick of walking to school every day and being scared shitless when I walk past these kids.  I am sick of wondering whether or not I will come home that day.  The majority of adults will not understand this because no matter how dire their situation was when they were kids, it is MUCH worse now.

So if you do decide to go off and play the “racist” card on me, whether or not you be a parent of mine, a family member or a reader of this blog, you can FUCK RIGHT OFF because I don’t think I’ll be speaking to you for a while.  You can see why I usually try to skirt past this subject, because it gets me worked up.  Everything you need to know is written here, and unless you are willing to have a conversation that doesn’t include the word “racist” with me, you can piss off.

And I went off on a tangent.  So to bring this post back to where it started, last night I drank heavily.  This was partly due to my situation and partly because I don’t want Jean Marie finding the booze when he comes over on Saturday.  I felt fine until I went to lie down.  I woke up this morning trying to remember if I’d been sick or not.  The fact that some of it seems to have spilled onto my Ramones T-shirt indicates that I most likely have.  My head is pounding.

My apologies for the long post, I’m happy to hear your comments, hell even have a civilized debate with you about your opinions. Please don’t be put off by the fact I seem to be quite aggressive over the subject, it just gets me worked up.  I’m actually a pretty nice guy who’s willing to have a chilled conversation with you.  Just be nice.

And to those who want to comment but don’t have a wordpress addy, you should be able to comment without one, so please feel free.

Till next time,

James

And Now for Something Completely Different…

Ok, Ok, so I know that the hot topic at the moment is the presidential election… Who’ll win, who’ll get their asses kicked… is McCain the demon spawn of George Bush? Is Obama merely a pawn for Osama “Bin Man” Laden… Is Sarah Palin into S&M…  But quite frankly, I’m starting to get a little bored with all of that stuff.  Sure, the presidential election is always fun, because it gives my crazy Socialist mind a chance to figuratively tear all the candidates a new asshole… But I decided to take a look closer to home and talk to you all about the changes going on in France at the moment, especially in my school.

First of all, we can all cheer.  The elephant is dead!  Jean-Marie LePen has officially stepped down from far-right organization of fucktards known as the National Front.  LePen is notorious in French politics for his anti-Semite remarks including the infamous pun he made over his opponent Michel Durafour saying that Durafour would annihilate the French right by putting them in “Durafour crematoires” (a pun on the French for “crematory ovens”), which was a kind of bad move, seeing as Durafour is Jewish… Ech.

But we can celebrate, LePen is dead in the water!  … Or can we?  Let’s face it, in order to head the National Front, you ain’t just gotta be an asshole.  You gotta be an asshole to top all other assholes.  So the question is, will they get in someone WORSE than LePen?  Only time will tell.

On a more local basis, my school Lycée Henri IV is going to hell.  One good thing about having a politically motivated History teacher is that you actually learn a little about what’s going on in school.  I do know several things: first and foremost there’s going to be a lot of changes this year with the new principal.  Lemme give you a little example:

Last Tuesday we started lessons at nine.  We tried to enter the school via the main doors before the bell rang and were thrown out.  My and my friends were standing there wondering just what the fuck was going on.  Turns out the new principal doesn’t like the idea of us being able to come into school in between lessons, so we’re not allowed to do it anymore.  The thing that’s pissing everyone off is the fact that he instated these new rules without warning us or giving us any indication as to what was going on.  Kinda dodgy.  He also wants to stop people going out to smoke during recess.  Now, I gotta admit, if you go in front of school at recess, it’s pretty fuckin’ difficult to stomach.   A lot of dealing goes on cos there aren’t any coppers to watch over us, and the arabs threaten more or less anyone who walks past them.  It’s not nice, but it still constitutes an essential part of our basic student rights.  They stopped people from smoking inside school, so they went out and now they want to stop them from smoking altogether.  There’s going to be a sodding revolution I say.

Things aren’t looking good at all.