France Getting Education From Students

After a weekend of nationwide mayhem, life in France has been calmer for a few days. You see, after weeks of so-called protests and unmistakable rioting, the likes of which the country may have never seen before, French authorities suddenly had a eureka moment: Curfew! We can impose curfews where needed, and that could help quell the riots!

Sacré bleu! What a revelation. It’s made perfect by the fact that the word “curfew” comes from the medieval Anglo-French coverfeu, meaning “cover the fire.” And beaucoup fires there have been. But should we even ask…what took so long? Perhaps the desire to avoid stirring up any unwarranted Islamophobia, given the heavy presence of a certain demographic amidst the flames and destruction?

In any case, more “demonstrations” are scheduled, so we’ll see if authorities continue with the coverfeu. One thing’s certain: France’s youth, particularly its multicultural youth, are still enflamed over shortcomings in the nation’s schools and education system. That, we are told, is what had the young scholars pouring into the streets, engaging in behavior civilized people normally think of as barbarism. Apparently, the line between bookworm and barbarian is thinner than we knew.

Did you know that in many schools in France the paint is peeling, the air conditioning is inadequate and there aren’t enough No. 2 pencils to go around? No wonder the lads lost it! Of course, there are additional issues that have their collective schoolboy knickers in a wad. For instance, an adequately carefree life of luxury and ease has not yet been served up on a silver platter. After graduation, the prospect of a 35-hour work week and only five weeks of paid vacation per year is simply too much for the young schoolers to bear.

And then there is that segment which finds it intolerable that the length and breadth of la République française is not yet covered by the dictates of Sharia law. They shouldn’t fret over that, though, since demography will likely solve the problem in time. In the meantime, they'll blow off a little steam in the streets. After all, fire can be so cathartic and strangely renewing.

The whole thing was starting to look a lot like our own “Summer of Floyd,” which at the time seemed to go on forever. After all, Rome wasn’t destroyed in a day—er, I mean, “built.” Kamala Harris understood this, saying that the demonstrations should go on for as long as necessary. That is, if you’re going to build a diverse socialist utopia, you have to crack a few heads—er, I mean, you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelet. Something like that.

Anyway, if we’re sticking with seasonal themes, what should we call this, the “Multicultural Autumn?” The “French Fall?” Wait, I’ve got it: The “Fall of France.” (See the double meaning of “fall” there?)

But perhaps this is what we should expect in a modern, secular European country where existentialists outnumber the Christians. It just seems logical that a nation of people who aren’t grounded by anything in particular is more likely to come apart at the seams than, say, a nation of bible believers. After all, something is bound to eventually fill the vacuum of existentialist nothingness. Why not socialistic multiculturalism and Islam? Jean-Paul Sartre, France’s most famous existentialist, was himself a multiculturalist, long before it was cool. If only he were still alive to enjoy its fruits, but alas, he’s languishing in some atheist purgatory.

Nonetheless, the French who are currently among the living are reaping the inexorable fruits of gratuitous multiculturalism on a grand scale, and making world news headlines in the process. The BBC, for instance, is all over this story. The esteemed broadcaster, for its part, has seemingly learned little from Britain’s own experience with diversity and defiantly maintains its state of blissful ignorance and profound cluelessness, keeping a stiff upper lip, as it were, in the face of stark reality. Reporting in Paris, which to all the world looked like a war zone, a grown man masquerading as a professional journalist for the BBC actually used that widely ridiculed phrase of contemporary riot coverage: “mostly peaceful.”

Other than “your check’s in the mail” and other more colorful crudities, isn’t that one of the biggest lies in the world? That is Baghdad Bob-level gaslighting. Enticing as it is to roll on the floor laughing, at this point in the decline of Western civilization you can’t because you see so clearly the dishonesty and foolishness of the people who, as ostensible messengers of the facts, are supposed to function as the bridge connecting the people and rulers. Speaking of which, where has President Macron been during the late unpleasantness? I mean, other than the well-publicized Celine Dion concert? (The show must go on!)

A while back, Macron recognized “Palestine” — a country which is about as real as Wakanda — in a grand virtue-signal/appeasement gesture. Apparently, the target audience was unimpressed. But then, what do the school children who’ve taken to the streets really know about geopolitics and the Palestinian question, other than it's all the Jews’ fault and the Zionist entity must go?

Much fun has been made of the legions of zombified protestors who have robotically chanted, From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free. We know most of them could not identify which river and which sea. The current crop in France, however, may eliminate all guesswork when they eventually chant something to the effect of: From the Rhone to the Atlantic, the French Republic will be Islamic!