Saturday, October 23, 2004

Why France Can Go F*** Itself; A Report by DeathBug
Just to clear the record, I was disgusted with France before it was cool. It was not the Iraq controversy that ignited my dislike, although the whole "Oil for Food" scandal sure didn't improve my opinion very much.

See, the thing with France is, they're the anti-America. I don't mean that in the sense that they don't like America; I mean it in the sense that they're the antithesis to America.

America has always been a country with a long history of immigration and cultural diversity. Not only does it invite a person to come live their, it doesn't even force you to abandon your customes and culture in the process. As long as you can speak basic English, you can get along fine still celevrating your traditions from wherever you came from.

Not only does America allow that, it encourages it. It will bend over backwards to accomodate your culture, sometimes even to its own detriment.

Compare this to France, which has to be one of the nastiest places to immigrate to in the world. You damn well better be really, really French, or the government will punnish you. You may not celebrate your heritage in France; if you ever use non-French words in public, you can and most likely will be punished by the government.

(This is true; a couple of weeks ago, a Frenchman was fined for using the English word "Sale" in an advertisement.)

Really, what kind of country actually uses government money to make up French versions of foreign words, then makes it a law to use these new phax-French words? France doesn't have freedom of speech.

In America, even though the majority of the country is Christian, you can worship any darn faith you like. Furthermore, unless it's causing a disturbance, you can display your faith however you like; America will even go out of its way to make sure your religion isn't stifled, as it shouldn't be. Unless you're into the whole human sacrifices thing, you should display your faith in the manner you think appropriate.

France uses the power of the government to stifle all forms of religious expression; remember the anti-head scarf laws?

(If you don't: the largest minority in France are Muslims; French parliment passed a law making it illegal for Muslim women to wear their head-scarves in public.)

So, France has no freedom of religion.

In America, the capitalist system encourages innovative people that take risks, and rewards them if they develope valuble skills. You are encouraged to be self-reliant and responsible.

In France, the socialist government controls the market, and their communial government ideals stifle individual action as their populus is nursed at the useless teat of the nanny state.

(France would have been opposed to any country acting without the consent of the totality of the world no matter the circumstances, because they don't recognize the individual, or the soveriegn nation; they only see the masses, or the group.)

In America, no cause is more celebrated than the fight for advancing civil rights. Our ideal is equality of treatment and opportunity (Equality of results is questionable, even though I personally think it's qa bunch of crap). We constantly strive for that, and it's a noble cause.

France has a racist party called the National Front party, that's anti-immigrant and anti-minority. Losts of countries have similar parties, even the US. The difference is, where decent countries ignore the bigots, France doesn't. The National Front party controls a third of the French parliment. A third.

And don't even get me started about the cultural anti-Semetism that French officials and celebrities don't even try to hide anymore.

So, basically, France sucks. Not all the French do, but judging the nation as a whole, it's garbage. it has degenerated into a pathetic, racsist Soviet-offshoot. How sad.

And on today's Halloween note:

Ernesto and I saw The Grudge last night; my sister got called for a babysitting job and cancelled.

The Grudge is one of those movies where the plot doesn't have to be excellent. I mean, it was okay, but the storyline's pretty standard: a house is haunted, and the ghosts there haunt and try to kill anyone who enters.

All things considered, the acting wasn't that great; I went to see it because of Sarah Michelle Geller, but her acting wasn't imprtant, when she just had to alternate between being scared, being sad and being confused. (As did everyone else in the movie.)

What made the movie very good was the cinematography. The non-linear progression and the excellent use of camera angles and music effects make the movie scary, in a creepy way. It's the kind of film that sits with you for several hours afterwards, gnawing at your mind.

So, go see it. At night.

Thought of the moment: I'm gonna' buy a volume of Excel Saga at work today.

Quote of the moment: "Anyone who enters the cursed place will be consumed by its fury." -Opening dialogue of "The Grudge"

Song of the moment:

"The Monster Mash", Boris Pickett


I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise


He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash


From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes


They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash


The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son


The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"


They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash


Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"


It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash


Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you


Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash

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