European Fat cats eat too much without thinking about the future of their children. They drink what they should export instead of thinking about whatever paradox that doesn’t work. And they seem pretty serious about sinking with their privileges.
Professional politicians are still doing good, year after year.
Ecologist and other social (democrat ?) activists have learnt fast (fast cats ?)
Banksters have been among the best adapted to the Euro environment.
Well known Euro artists are attempting good enough (though they are nothing compared to English singing or playing global stars, not to mention soccer players with German cars or tennis retirees with Swiss chalets and accounts) but they sometimes lack talent and/or don’t train and work enough.
Very watched (loved or hated, who cares as long as Paris talks ?) Depardieu is fat, too, but it is not the same Euro-Money Cat story. Not all people looking like fatcats, or even really being fatcats too some extent, are real Euro Fat Cats, the kind that kill their parents, f… their friends, never paid (more) taxes (than politicians), have been living in Ireland (like the unknown but screaming self-called writer Houellebecq), Patagonia (like maybe you know who, but I never remember the name of that other French screamer with a beard sometimes, sometimes not) or elsewhere like Gstaad (by the way, how is Johnny doing these days ?), Geneva (Montecarlo is not appopriate for French) or anywhere not too far, but not too close either, from La Bastille (byzeway, where is Yannick these days ?) and have a nice Monday whatever end of other worlds (in French : “la faim dans le monde des autres”).
One should not listen to Sardou or other French screamers like old politicians doing show-business or real business when growing still older, neither young show-business or other social activists doing politics when growing old enough to drive a car, being appointed ministers of unserious issues nobody cares about in France like culture, women, justice, digital economy, housing or nature, or cook a chili con carne themselves, when they sing or talk or scream about Frenchonomics (meaning in normal XXIst century globish “economics that may work sur un malentendu with a lot of so French sens de l’humour”) , “égalité” (meaning in English “what is yours should be mine”) or other Euro-issues (meaningless nowadays), if one is not a French masochist. But reading, and thinking, may held avoid sinking into the ridiculous like Titanic or France, as the French (even ministers and other politicians) say when they haven’t smoked too much cannabis, and think when they are sober (which happens more than Xmas, when normal years used to be normal).
But anyway, who cares today about what and where French European Fat Cats will eat and drink tomorrow, if any (or for Xmas, if any) ?
Renaud Favier – December, 17th, 2012 – Café du matin à Paris
But let’s Xmas anyway :
http://joyeuxnoel2012.wordpress.com/
And Go 2013 (give it a try at least) :
http://bonneannee2013.wordpress.com/
Downloading some relevant pdf for printing is another option for readers with a taste for “real” paper books (or just no Kindle, but an iPhone, an iPad or whatever else works to e-read).
To “Compétitivité” : Please click :
http://madeinfrance2012.wordpress.com/
To “change 2013” : Please click :
http://bonneannee2013.wordpress.com/
To go to “Back in 2012” : Please Click :
http://rf2012.wordpress.com/
To “France” : Please click :
http://occupyvousdefrance.wordpress.com/
To “English Coffee” : Please click :
http://bestcoffeeinparis.wordpress.com/
To go to “Café du matin à Paris” : Please click :
http://renaudfavier.com/
To go to “U Are What U Read“: Please click :
http://cestalire.wordpress.com/
http://joyeuxnoel2012.wordpress.com/calendrier-de-lavent/
http://joyeuxnoel2012.wordpress.com/2012/12/07/noel-ca-se-dit-x-mas/
