Letter to civilization "sunblock"
Go on, admit it, you're tired of this life completely devoted to
screens, tv, computer, the I phone, console, unable to win,
for a wii or a no ...
Born with the Fifth Republic, yet you have allowed your father
bringing the first "post" in color with eyes looking caciques Patagonia, then
incredulous admiration, Antoine de Tounens establish his kingdom in Tierra del Fuego
. A better world was opening new windows on, did you
naively. Danielle Gilbert finished in sepia us Giscard receiving
scavengers technicolor. Okay, they were black, but the revolution did
Quad chromic was in its infancy.
Embedded on an improbable Mayflower Technology, the herd left
an old black and white world to a new horizon of happiness. "Obviously
best" would cleverly added an intellectual turtlenecks, which
incipient Alzheimer's and appeared to be about where the bottles were stored
!
The ship left in its wake the greyness of Mr Spoke
information, the late Alain Peyrefitte, for the freedom of modern
rebels at the time, Christine Ockrent, PPDA, Bernard Kouchner
not to mention the ineffable BHL. The new philosophy had also taken off.
on the shelf by Bernard Pivot, BHL admonished us, in black jacket and white shirt
on barbarism with a human face.
We would see what we would see! And just watch the show.
black sheep we left, and a speedy reinforcement, we are sheep bleating
arrived at the port of digital bliss. And what do we see? A country
anesthetized in a barbaric face lifted and light tan. Five columns to the
gave way to a Secret Story, President Felix Faure died
quietly ecstatic arms of his mistress in the Elysee
away from paparazzi, is relegated to the dustbin of history by Berlusconi
pathetic clone of Mussolini sauce Roman bread and circuses, which is
been photographed with call girls and minors on board his yacht gleaming
in bad taste. Pépette starboard to port Viagra! Before, our wives
zom's policies had a physique that inspired more respect
and knitting as a merry. Remember Aunt Yvonne and sister Bernadette
. Y'avait really nothing to get up at night. Or, rather,
to emulate the good Felix Faure.
Berlusconi has found the solution. The hookers, he installs in parliament or
home, with a broad smile stérident, a skin self-tanning, the implants
well slicked and an eternal smile facelift, with the effect of the rise
secondary bullet hole in the brain. Without much consequence
elsewhere. There was no rejection ..
And France, you say? But, sir, we have our clone
Berlusconi. Like him, he worked with Mitterrand at the time of the creation of the Five
, it seems like him badly burned face.
him as he was attached to the true values and signs
enrichment procedure. Well, it's too easy, you have recognized Jacques Seguela,
man whispering in the ears idiots that life is worth more shot
living if, at age 50, his left wrist is not burdened with a
Rolex, the golden calf third millennium of little sausages.
be widowed and wrist at age 50 is the sign of an alarming
deafness pleasures in vogue. The same
courtier bronzed, summer and winter, went blithely
Mitterrand Sarkozy. Bé Hey, what do you think? In belief, there
especially viction .... His weapon is the 3rd millennium stammering is to have presented
Carla Bruni's son putative friends thirty years, Chirac and Balladur
. And this couple comes from an unlikely immigration Hungarian-Italian
we rehashing the ears of the necessary defense of property and acquired the French-born
... Will understand, great Charles?
And youth in all this? She revolts that our age deserves.
Under the keypads, time slots so long as the Landes
download free to petition against a government seeking to regulate this
jungle. It no longer reads Okapi cons Hadopi mouth is!
"No to flicage internet" slogantent they, while leaving the bulk of their private
book on buttock. 1984 was just twenty six years ahead ...
So? Dealing with bad winds of mediocrity? Compete in the
wall facing the sea, the elbow at the door? Play fops we
accuse passeism, longing to two bullets, the temptation always
fruitless "It was better before." Nay! We do not want
back. We just do not go too far back,
resist this world is that the digital version of Rome before his death
before the invasion of barbaric inhuman faces.
After repeatedly that life is the adventure and the wind, whether
sea, in deserts, mountains or land of fire, he'll have to find a small
we dismounted. With some of the comrades resistant
spiraling world, we foment in the greatest secrecy
an invasion of the islands of the Ponant Atlantic. Given how little that is excited
of Elysium of the sea in general and especially Britons, were
intend to break as 'pov' con "in our islands, that Vauban
wisely with citadels and forts impregnable.
It remains for us to find our Tounens Antoine King
of Patagonia, lonely conqueror, dark confessed Perigord flown on
fleets of outrageousness, his blue flag, white, green
slamming the winds of Cape Horn? Far from the lunatic, the naive, the pathological liar described in encyclopedias
sold at the prevailing thought was above all a man worthy of the name,
carries a great destiny that will continue throughout his life, despite failures ,
treachery, sarcasm. "Are you king of Patagonia? I am!" Did not budge it
.
King he was a few days at least, and a lifetime. Subjects, it was
: Quillapan, of Araucanian cacique, Calfucura, cacique of Patagonia, but also
Verlaine, Charles Cros, Commodore Templeton, General Chabrier,
Admiral Dumont d'Urville, the astronomer Camille Flammarion, Colonel von
Pikkendorff, Veronica, Queen of Patagonia, with many faces Marcel
Botafoin, pamphleteer, and many others, heart full of emotion, which
declared themselves at one time or another, just for a moment, the king's subjects
Orelie Anthony. For we are all Patagonia. There, in Patagonia,
man becomes king. Les Iles du Ponant, Hoëdic and Belle-Ile in mind, deserve the same fate
chivalrous, nonchalant, placid.
We will establish an elective monarchy and parliamentary lit.
as promised, the first step will be to admit that a television channel
in black and white. To delete Internet 4G to return the phone
Levantine.
Political life will be punctuated by the MRP, the Conservative party and literary
and the SFIO, a leftist party in search of a better world, whose members
have to wear a beard in the Jules Ferry and a sub
-acrylic sweater. Violators will
imprisoning the Citadel Palace, sentenced to hard labor
formatting bottled fruit of our vines.
It will not life grand?
Delafoy-Antoine Grandurbain
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