René Galinier, 73, ill, and robbed 3 times before shoots two women who try to rob him on the 5th of August. This act of self-defense, of course makes him the subject of handwringing, pedantic “débats,” and such-like, most of which expresses outrage that he’s been remanded to the crowbar hotel, and the usual stuff otherwise. Such as?
Such as stock blather about how this all has to do with poverty, gaunt waifs stealing apples to live, etc.
When you’re 73, the ability to use a weapon is a blessing, and a leveler against threats from hoods that are twice your size, one-quarter your age, malicious, and take advantage of those who they think can’t strike back.
Unaware that he’s an old French guy, a bunch of them are getting seized up on his saying after the fact:"J'étais en danger avec cette sale race"
as if that would have made the attack any different. The indignation of the more polite is perhaps somehow believed to be able to change the path of brass in flight or something.
This strange penchance for expecting people to be able to mentally time travel seems to create all kind of expectations in, what we are told, is some sort of nirvana of civilizational civility. The Avocat Général stated openly that legitimate self-defense doesn’t apply to this case, and that Yosemite Sam can’t even be released into house arrest, especially now that the case has made it’s way into the media - as if that’s supposed to change legally relevant prior events too.
What’s hilarious in all of this, is the strange standard of privacy involved. The two women are called “les blessées,” or the injured, and we can’t know their names, but the victim’s name is all over the place.
Excuse me, but can’t you read?
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