Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Today's France is all his...unglory.
The President is supposed to represent France, to be its living symbol and he is doing perfectly.
The one who's riddled by an irrelevant inferiority complex and who wants to make himself as big as the others.
He could take the high road and try to prove one should not judge a book by its cover but how could he when he judges everyone and everything by their covers?
So he remains a pathetic twat and makes himself big by means of cheat.
It's fake. It's meaningless, pointless. There's no depth whatsoever. Just image matters.
Everyone can see it and honestly, when you see that, why would you go behind the cover and waste your time reading the book?
He's doomed to remain a twat and a dog desperately looking for a master.
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