Letter to Georges Freche and statues he forgot to erect
From here, Georges Freche, with your procession of statues, pots and excesses of all kinds. Died tragically at the end a long and painful Septimanie the toni-gangster mayor of Montpellier has been unfairly sidelined by his evil socialist comrades. And yet, what builder! What a visionary!
Well, in defense of the elephants of Solferino, we must recognize that Georges Freche had the strange habit, particularly towards the end, to compete with Le Pen and Mélenchon with the little people. Never late for a good joke on the Harkis footballers or blue "too black" for his taste. Good, but can we really blame a man who said that Laurent Fabius was not a "face very Catholic" and Nicolas Sarkozy "great mamamouchi heels (talent?) compensated." I ask you, indeed!
But all this is frothy lapping days and vulgar. SEPTIMANIE I will anyway in history thanks to his carefully erected statues before disappearing.
What a splendid idea that, unfortunately fallen into disuse, to brighten our provinces consisting of statues allowing our beautiful youth to learn history first hand rather than in buttock of a goat.
few days before moving from life to death, Georges Freche unveiled the bronze figures of Jaures, De Gaulle, Roosevelt, Churchill and Lenin. So many choices, but great figures are missing from the pantheon outdoors. Starting
course by Paul Deschanel, which is hopelessly impossible to find a statue, a square, a square or a small street on the outskirts of an ordinary sad garrison town. No, really, short memories and ingratitude are too often both breasts of France!
And yet, what a great man this Deschanel ... A powerful sword, not least for his work in favor of wearing pajamas and car beds.
A mind awake and bright too. Fierce opponent of the reactionary autocrats such contemptuous of universal suffrage, those mystics who believe that disaster, which could emerge a new world, Paul Deschanel is foremost man of great sentences, the oratorical talent, far from pathetic soundbites punctuating the early morning radio and the appointment of little interest cathode Sunday evening.
"France is a democracy in his soul and his body in a monarchy. The Revolution was a desire to escape his body . Who wrote these lines of light? Victor Hugo? Clemenceau? François Mitterrand? Micheline Dax? Lady gaga? Nay! They are signed Paul Deschanel, the President alone to worship French Buster Keaton.
But the powers of money and ragoteurs have been there, plotting a heinous attack against our great man, going up to drop a train. Rescued by a lifeguard from the shadows, almost anonymous but probably notorious alcoholic, saddled with the name of Raft (Bombard was not free), Paul Deschanel has owed its salvation to the presence of mind of Mrs. Raft . In Seeing the "feet so clean" of his host for the evening, she helped the highest authorities to trace the tenant of the Elysee.
man of peace and culture, he was the victim of the hawks, not to mention true. It is high time to report, finally, a fitting tribute and to erect a statue in the pantheon frêchien.
With him, France has to repair a serious omission. Instead of folding the ears with the letter, certainly sympathetic and moving, Guy Mocquet all uncultivated and Stalinists were decked out as the subject of resisting, let us instead of Guy Mollet.
This man had, as the egg of the same name, a singular and original political destiny: either overcooked or too raw, not fried or hard, just soft! Guy Mollet curiously dies of cardiac arrest at the beginnings of the creation of the PS in 1969. As Grossouvre later, Guy Mollet discovers signs of friendship unique to Francois Mitterrand. And with him died any hope of social democracy to the French.
third and final personality that urgently need to erect a statue septimaniale: Marguerite Duras
How this woman, who collected lovers like good vintages, perhaps, it also deprived of representation in bronze. That leaves the marble, no? 
Long before Eric Zemmour, Marguerite Duras, aka Marguerite Donnadieu Germaine, projections were very divisive. She said so in 1940 it was the duty "of superior races to civilize the inferior races." Sincerely
alcoholic, always an alcoholic, Marguerite Mitterrand joined the network in the resistance. Suddenly, she is experimenting with pipes before thinking: she attends and the Sonderführer Gerhard Heller, minister of culture in Lacombe Lucien. It quenches his thirst for knowledge new experiences to "attend" Charles Delval, an active member of the French branch of the Gestapo, who stopped her husband Robert Antelme.
Drunken rage, Marguerite joined the Communist Party at 44. Drunk by his strange habit of making sentences, our friends have excluded the Stalinists in 1947. EC, which earned him a long friendship with a certain Morland, which we lose track of it 42 in a spa town in the Allier. He veni, vici not he, but he Vichy! Tired
by alcohol, Marguerite Duras began a rehab in May 68, leading him to support the protesters at the time, football commentators now on Canal +
Revenue to alcohol and lucidity, Margaret bought a turtleneck in 1975. Sublime necessarily sublime.
For her, like Paul Deschanel and Guy Mollet, plead my friends so that their statues swiftly join the great men of Georges Freche. There will be time to think of other notable absentees: Hervé Vilard, whose statue adorns the port of Gijon already, Father Rochard, garage eponymous Saint-Jean-de-Boiseau, champion of victims of Alcatel, Marcel Chopin, a musician and builder of a stadium foutballe Nantes, Micheline Dax, Jean Lefebvre Of course Jean-Baptiste Carrier, creator of Estuary 1793 which the maxim does not leave us: "No one is supposed to ignore the Loire."
Me FOLAC
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