Showing posts with label Courage of the Gauls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Courage of the Gauls. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 04, 2012
Sunday, July 01, 2012
Monday, December 05, 2011
Pepe Keeps That French Actress Terrorist Threat at Bay
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Dead Copts Good, Deader Copts Pepe-ier
The Killing of the Christians may not quite be as much pound for pound fun [on Planet Pepe] as the Gunning of the Jews, but then there are so many more pounds of fun available.Related:
Copt, Go Home!
Obamakles Knows its SBJ's fault
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
A Glorious Victory for France
Turns out he broke his collarbone. "Mangez la Merde de Vichy, Cochon 'Ricain " ululates throughout Paree.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Versailles SHOULD be Very Ashamed

Yes, in the Salons they are so very ashamed of Brigitte. They once thought she was a proper royal courtesan, and now she speaks like some commoner who believes her stinking eyes over Vichy writ.
If ""destroying our country and imposing its acts" isn't a thought crime deserving the Bastille, what are the brilliant Green&Red minarets of Future Notre Dame for?
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Shut down the pissing boy!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Flanders fields
On Armistice Day, here's a little poem, by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Maginot line up in the Alps
So why did the French build this fortification, close to the Italian border (just the other side of the mountain)? Afraid of mountain goats chasing them? Or Tex-Mex-Italians coming at them from Courmayeur? Inquiring minds need to know.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sarko goes Coanda
But do the French still have fighter jets, or did they go the way of the Coanda jet?
Labels:
Aahhh the French,
Coanda,
Courage of the Gauls,
Iran,
Sarko watch
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Mendez to the rescue
So how would a Versaillist interpret this story? Rah-rah-rah, pffftt! would be JJ's guess, yes?
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