While the young Nicolas S. tenant ai 55 Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré in the 8th in Paris, requires reading the letter by Guy Mocquet to his parents, us, curious sailors whose habit of making sentences, hope it is replaced by that of Guy Mollet's children. This letter has been read two years ago in a rugby tournament in Nantes (Loire-Less), by a designer but nonchalant talented, who has a daily called the Lightning of its heyday.
Me FOLAC
's letter to his children Guy Mollet
My dear children, when you read this letter, I do will be more - and quite frankly it leaves me froid.Vous can not imagine what I endured with such a name. Guy again, I'm not saying you can live with. Guy Take the Lightning, including a large newspaper Nantes still bears the name, or Guy Béart Guy Bedos, Guy Drut, Guichard, Guigou, Johnny Guitar, Yannick Guin, and even let us not mince words, Guy Mollet Lorant ... But, I ask you a bit! As the egg of the same name, my political destiny was mapped out: neither too cooked or too raw, not fried or hard, just soft. Victim in 1969 of the infamous barbarity of Mitterrand, died with me all hope of big night, breaking with capitalism, dictatorship of the proletariat, and even let us love one another, how would Ségolène or multiplication of the loaves, as recently wrote gueule.En Jospin in a word, the Social Democrats. I know, that makes two words, but with the Socialists, are we not entitled to expect still more? Besides, do you know why social democracy is the only tolerable diet? Because there is no example in the world, dictatorship Social Democrats (except in Nantes, but here it matters not, it's a pilot). No, I do not wish on my worst Mollet known enemy. And even less Tongs, incidentally. I will spare you the go ahead mollo Molay and other at the stake ... Since Philip the Fair, the annals of Congress socialists are full of these little phrases that hurt the French, and divert the real debate participatif.Non, to paraphrase Lawrence Fabius.Remarquez well, I could call me Edith Cresson that it was not easy either. Or Bernard Tapie. Or Jacques Faizant or Paris Hilton, that which derives at Courtepaille.Et then it is wrong to mock the name of gens.C is why, I tell you the truth, as might have said Segolene, have in this solemn moment a thought for our loved ones: my heart hugging each other at the mention of their names ... Jean Jaures, well known antique Nantes, Leon Blum, Pierre Mendes-France, Gaston Deferre, Pierre Beregovoy, Francois de Grossouvre, Roger-Patrice Pelat, Jean-Christophe Mitterrand ... And even more recently, Dalida, Sevran Pascal, Jean-Marie Bockel, Bernard Kouchner, Jack Lang! Ah! Loved ones! Enter here with your cortege of black Safrane! And let you look through the generations, including one wonders who will pay the pensions. But the past do coffee table, as oft repeated Jack Lang in plundering the Mobilier National - Jack Lang, which can not be overstated what he did for design and variety stores merguez sausage when summer comes . And then the young, eh, one wonders if the calf it still means something to them, apart from which inflates under the shorts to inform the midget fat ass of Hungarian origin. But that's another story ... Go small!
Whereof Guy Mollet
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