[Trigger
warning: Disturbing, vile, unspeakable un-P.C. image follows.
Avert your gaze.]
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[Hey, what are you
doing? We warned you not to scroll down!]
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[Ho-kay, it's your funeral
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Vile, vile, vile:
Aren't you outraged?!?!???
... No?
Don't know why you should be?
(Hint: It's not copyright-infringement against DC Comics.)
Well, the French Socialists, bobos, et autres bien-pensants, sure as H-E-double-hockey-sticks are!
To find why you should be too, consult the following politico-semiotic essay:
[Note]
Don’t imagine we’re just picking at nits here. The gentleman at the centre of that photograph is M. Nicolas
Anelka, a huge French soccer star.
He lost his job over the “quenelle”
gesture, and is currently unemployed.
For
a similar instance of the ambiguity of metaphor, and French political
correctness, try this:
[Appendix] Intriguing readers-comments to that article
& photo in Le Figaro:
c'est bien ce que j'avais écrit il
y a quelque temps, (commentaire d'ailleurs refusé) il ne faut plus que, comme
tout un chacun (les hommes), j'urine contre un arbre, car la position de mon
bras pourrait me valoir des ennuis
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ça sent le sapin pour lui, encore quelques
semaines et ce pov type aura disparu et comme c'est un vrai gentlemen, il
commence déjà à cracher dans la soupe qui l'a grassement payée.......
décidément la grande classe
(One
thing I love about the Figaro commenters, they have a vast metaphoric
vocabulary. “Sentir le sapin”: to have one foot in the grave.
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