Monsieur Misanthrope,
How dare you link history to such meaningless spectacle. You know not Sarte. Nor Camus. Uneducated bumpkin, it’s all useless. If you had a shred of education, you would know this. Did the great Derrida not proclaim that to know is not to know, and knowing is but folly, and in folly we find greatness? Well, maybe not, but he might have. Should have. Besides, it’s only the narrative that matters. And Ney was aptly named by the Muse of History, what’s her face, because he sounded like a horse. Probably the only reason he got the job. But I digress.
You are a fool, sir. Obama is no Napoleon, not even a pastry when it comes to it. He is the great Louis XVI, and his wife an Austrian princess. Do you not recognize royalty staring you in the face? But Tocqueville said it best: “Americans are basically assholes.” It took him 150,000 words, but he said it.
Misanthrope, you are entirely too erudite for your own good. And you’re a racist. Unless you hate all people seperately but equally. Only then can you be a true post-modern man. Maybe even a democrat. Merde!
My mistress is on the phone. I throw my scarf around me and draw heavily on a Galoise. She must wait. I need another absinthe.
