It was recently July 14, so I said to a guy, "Happy Bastille Day"! He sort of rolled his eyes and churlishly mumbled. "The fuck do I care about Bastille Day? And why the fuck do you? Why should we care in the U.S. about some dumb French holiday?"
All rudeness aside, I decided to explain it to him. I love talking to churlish brick walls. I'm like a perky, blond Sisyphus.
"Well, you see. You should maybe have a little interest in what was going on leading up to Bastille Day. Let me give you the very broad strokes.
Back in France at the time, they were having a lot of natural disasters. Whole towns had been wiped out by storms. Many people had lost their homes. Crops had been decimated. That meant there was very little in the way of food. And bread prices went through the roof. People were homeless and starving…
Anything? Any lightbulbs overhead? No?
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Comedy Person
i’m guessing the french government
didn’t have heavily armed “national†quasi-military police
to knock the sh it out of the little people
like we have here in the usa
oter than that small detail
i agree with you
or i should say…
otHer than that small detail
i agree with you
You know, I actually learned something. Thanks.
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