Here is the French Foreign Minister, Laurent Fabius:
M. Fabius seeks an international arrangement to impose strictures upon the sovereign nations of the world in an attempt to control the Earth’s climate. (That such an arrangement will also transfer aspects of that sovereignty to gentlemen such as himself and his professional colleagues is, I believe, what is called a “lagniappe”.)
Were we to ask him, I am sure that Monsieur Fabius would speak with approval about the spread of modern liberal democracy. I’m sure that he would agree, as would all educated and bien-pensant Westerners, that it has been a great blessing to the modern world, and that for any member of our enlightened community of nations to take up any other form of government would be a retreat into darkness.
I note with interest, however, this news item from a week or two ago:
FRENCH MINISTER: 2015 CLIMATE DEAL MUST AVOID US CONGRESS
I suspect that M. Fabius, along with the like-minded American President with whom he hopes to consummate his ambitions, attaches quite a different meaning to the word “democracy” than you or I might.
If, reader, you happen to be an American, by all means feel free to bristle a bit, if you like. Reflect also, perhaps, upon the stubbornness of hierarchy and inequality, and how they always find a way.
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Un vrai salopard, celui-lÁ . Qu’il se fasse enculer par une licorne.
I think it is time for Germany to invade France again. Then let them keep it.
Note also this chilling remark at the very end of the piece, directed at fossil-fuel companies:
That is the sound of a man with God on his side, and a sword in his hand.
“Qui sÁ¨me le vent rÁ©colte la tempÁªte arome.”
— Henri LeGrand
Unfortunately it’s not just the French.
http://www.ecmag.com/section/your-business/obama-administration-steps-fight-against-climate-change
(There’s another *little bit* on efficiency standards for lightbulbs in May’s article but, as Malcolm’s fresh back I don’t want to take a chance on having a comment deleted for the third time.
I know what is said about third times and charms.)
Of course this being Waka and we’ve all decided on and retreated to Alamo-Style we shout
Sauve qui peut!
Expecting … whatever.
“and a sword in his hand”. A sword huh? Break his friggin’ hand and call him “comrade”.