Three years ago, ¡No Pasarán! started with a story reflecting on what remains a bugaboo and greenie strawman called VOCs , Dieudonné, who is still a fascist crackpot, and some dude with the hutzpah to name himself W.
imploring himself to hang loose and let the therapetic coolness enter the vertebrae.
Being a tad worried about my reputation [over at the blog Merde in France] I have decided to not write any controversial posts on this blog. Therefore, I will commentate on France's current events with all the psychotic calm and serenity of a Palestinian father who explains that he can't wait for his two surviving sons to become martyrs. How's that?Sounds great. If anything changes on the blighty continent. we'll let you know.