It Is · 1 May 2002
International Workers Day and yeah, Herself and the kids are gone for a week, and I’m stuck here alone with Oliver watching Me, Myself and Irene on free-for-the-month-of-May Canal+. It’s raining like a bitch outside. This movie makes me laugh out loud, then afterwards I feel embarrassed, though the only one around who’d notice is a Weimaraner presently farting and licking his own genitalia.
Today the French march and sing the Marseillaise. Driving, listening to Charles Trénet tell someone in song that he had forgotten his horse, I saw dry wit everywhere: droll alterations to Le Pen’s Front National campaign posters. In the photo that was chosen as the public face for Le Pen, Le Peuple it looks like he’s about twenty years younger and also in the middle of pinching a loaf.
And from the empty but comforting political gestures by those who aren’t even citizens yet department, there’s this, available to anyone who wants it.
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