An Appeal to French

Women
I wish I were a French citizen! If so, I would vote, without hesitation,
for Ségolène Royal. I feel this way for a number of reasons.
Ségolène Royal is cute and sassy. As Presidentess of France she
would surely be no worse than Jacques René Chirac who for decades
lurked around the putrid-smelling backrooms of French politics
cultivating ambiguous relationships with special interest groups; who
earned for France millions upon millions of enemies throughout the
Third World; who, in his macho delirium, tested nuclear weapons in
the Pacific Ocean to prove to the world that he was as stupid as any
other nuclear weapon’s possessor (“paper tiger;” MaoTse-Tung [1893-
1976]) bent on terrorizing—with the same aplomb Roman Catholic
prelates exercised themselves during The Inquisition—again millions
upon millions of unassuming, vulnerable world citizens brainwashing
them with subliminal suggestions of nuclear annihilation; who
continued to solidify France’s olisocist (oligarchy plus panem et
circenses) status quo impeding France’s prosperous and salubrious
development; and, who connived with other industrial nations to
make of a global economy not a Capitalism of Equality, Brotherhood &
Justice for all, but a Capitalism of Debts ruinous for all.
I fail to see how Ségolène Royal could even attempt to match this
anachronistic arteriosclerotic (with a Moyen Âge mindset) and his
dismal conventional “wisdom” which has kept the French people
ideological prisoners for decades in an institutionalised slavery.
Rather, I believe that Ségolène Royal just might be that political
catalyst who sets this lethargic France on its way to breaking out of
its snail-like Death Wish.
It would be foolishly insensitive to suggest that French citizens,
especially women, should vote for Ségolène Royal because she is a
woman. Nevertheless, it would be equally ridiculous for French
people not to reflect upon their political past and emplace Ségolène
Royal’s candidacy into a larger perspective. The role of women in
Western Civilization’s continuing debacle is scandalously and
shamefully not there. Today in the European “Union,” parliaments
are top-heavy with mannish politicians. These often incompetent
creatures fake through the motions of political efficacy and then
stand at attention, when the national anthems of their countries are
blared, as if the History of Europe—their political turf, the place of
their limp-wrist machinations—is something all the world should be
proud of and even prone to imitate. That the centuries gone by have
yielded European goodies for all of us!
And the European Woman? She stands on the sidelines—as she has
done for two millennia—hoping that one day the imbalance between
male and female politicians in Europe and the world might be close to
equal—at least!
I contend that a vote for Ségolène Royal will facilitate enormously in
opening the floodgates for women throughout the world trapped and
aspiring to hold public office so as to represent the interests of all
their peoples in a competent and honourable fashion. To vote for
Ségolène Royal is to participate in a grander effort that will not only
bring to this planet the dream of a New France, but will also fetch for
millions of women the sense that their one and the same input is
finally becoming part and parcel of the existing state of affairs.

« Le jour de gloire est arrivé »

Anthony St. John
6 April 2007