The Rottweiler, The Pussy President And The First Booty Call
D-d-darling, did you l-l-like the interview?
You would not believe what is happening in France these days.
The woman who accepted to become the mistress of a man living with another concubine plays victim because another woman has now accepted to become the mistress of the same man. All three of them grown up – at least anagraphically – and with children.
The same First Concubine, who tried to play the forgiving partner for the sake of the five servants, the life of luxury, and the international prominence, has now been pretty unceremoniously kicked out. She was only the concubine, you see, so no big formalities here. Adieu, servants who cater to her every whim. Adieu, photo-ops at the side of the powerful husband (eh? Oh, sorry, mistake!). Adieu, meeting with the Obamas next month. She would have looked so good beside man-jawed Michelle O., her dear, dear friend! Their conversations on “how to house-train your husband” were so funny!
As to the Child President, he must have had with some trusted functionary a conversation of this kind: “look, Monsieur le President: it’s clear you can’t keep your little friend in your pants, and it is only a matter of time before another woman takes the place of this actress. It would, therefore, be much wiser to keep the palace free from concubines and mistresses of all sorts. When the time comes to take the next toy on board, the noise will be greatly reduced. You want to stand for re-election one day, n’est-ce que pas?”
The President – who is a child, but an ambitious one – realised these were wise words, and decided to henceforward become officially single, though with the – how banal – actress on the side. He now has the double advantage of getting rid of the old witch without having another one squatting on the Élysée palace and making his life miserable. That should make for a happy child for a while.
Oh, about the witch… It turns out Ms Trierweiler is affectionately called “Rottweiler” by those who know and, as far as it goes, love her, and her stern behaviour towards her man-child is now becoming universally known. Apparently, on one particular interview Monsieur Hollande made the big mistake of mentioning – as in: mentioning – his once lawfully non-wedded quasi-wife, Ségolène, and later complained with the interviewing journalist the Rottweiler would now make his life hell for that; and he said this in all seriousness, and allegedly bleaching as soon as he realised his faux pas. Granted, the rumours of great devastations and damage in the Palace from the angry she-dog in a horrible bout of Rottweilerhood have been denied, but the entire country seems to have considered the tale of 2.5 million Euro damage credible for a moment. Go figure.
I am, therefore, probably not the only one to think Madame Rottweiler will now submerge Monsieur le Président under a tsunami of unsavoury revelations, and … bite him as hard as she can. As the Bard said, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Particularly – though the Bard didn’t say this – when she is a Rottweiler.
So there you are: an angry Rottweiler now unceremoniously kicked out of the extremely luxurious kennel; a first-mistress-in-waiting who will not be allowed to be one, and is now also unceremoniously relegated to the role of First Booty Call; and, most tragically, a man who is called to lead a great Western power and is such a spineless child that he is terrified of his concubine, even to the point of paling for having pronounced in an interview the name of his once lawfully wedded wife.
This bunch of children, sluts, and witches is a perfect representative of the liberal society; people who play the good and tolerant whilst they destroy families, behave like children or sluts, live for the notoriety and power and fake prestige their bed companions give them, or are such spineless jerks they are afraid of their own mistress even as they control nuclear weapons.
Are you surprised these people reflect that kind of society always ready to attack Catholicism, and to glorify sexual perversion? What do you expect from a President like that: that he upholds traditional morality?
France is, hopefully, waking up to the kind of infinite ass they have sent to the Élysée Palace. One hopes for the future they will elect I do not say chaste men – not much hope of that in France, anyway – but at least men decent enough to know what is right and what is wrong, with some respect for Christian values, and possibly with some balls to boot.
Still, it’s a democracy, and in a democracy you just get what you deserve.
Enjoy the show, France. Enjoy the motherload of manure the Rottweiler will unload on your President, most of it very probably deserved. Enjoy the spectacle of the man you have put at the top of a Nuclear Power behaving like a capricious child, and he in his Sixties. Bask in the knowledge he was terrified of his mistress, and is possibly only looking for the next woman of whom to be terrified – pussies don’t change, you see; not at that age -. Wait for the next instalment of this Old Children Saga, showing you once again how rotten your society has become.
Still… perhaps there is hope. Perhaps the healthy part of France will in the next years manage to carry others on the right side. Perhaps this pit of insolence, stupidity, immorality and sheer childishness will serve to wake up some people, and wake in the French nation a new desire for at least basic decency. The Manif pour Tous is an excellent start, and it is branching out in other countries, like Italy.
For the moment, though, the French will have to cope with an angry Rottweiler, a Fitst Booty Call, and a Pussy President.
It won’t be pretty.
Mundabor
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Posted on January 29, 2014, in Catholicism, Conservative Catholicism, Traditional Catholicism and tagged France, Hollande, Manif pour Tous, so-called "same sex unions". Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.
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In fact Hollande was never married to Segolene Royale (not even a French “civil pact”) although he did father 4 kids from her. Trierweiler then broke up this relationship – think of the poor kids here. And Hollande now has a First Bit-On-The-Side to replace the First Concubine.
And this is the man who is implementing oppressive same-sex “marriage” legislation…
Thanks, bruvver!
The man is truly something (bad)!
I will modify the text accordingly…
M
Someone from Luxembourg told me that the French are lucky to at least have a leader who prefers women. They don`t even have a deputy primeminister with this preference, let alone a primeminister.
Ah, the Germans had a pervert foreign office minister.
But honestly, Hollande abets sexual perversion withotu even being one of that parish. I don’t know what’s worse.
M
Me thinks such behavior would not have occurred under, say, Francisco Franco, or under anyone with a vague sense of decency. But as you said, they are a democracy, and in a democracy you get what you deserve.
Of course, if this was Mussolini’s concubine, she would have…disappeared, if you know what I mean.
Ah, I beg to differ here.
Firstly, Mussolini as a good Italian always stood beside his wife and the mother of his children; even if, if truth be told, he apparently slept with a different woman every day in his, ahem, leisure hours.
Secondly, when Mussolini ended up having a “fixed mistress” (the famous Claretta Petacci, who was executed with him by the Communists, the usual barbarians), he always kept his family, and the country, away from scandal. And he wasn’t Hitler, the idea of having a mistress of his “disappear” in order not to become uncomfortable to him is just absurd.
Il Duce wasn’t a saint. But a child like this one, he most certainly wasn’t either.
You remind me I have not prayed for the repose of the Duce’s soul for a while. My Bad. I’ll do it tonight.
M
Wasn’t Mussolini a Socialist? I could be wrong, but I do remember reading that he was quite liberal.
He was a bit of everything. I will take some time to explain in short sentences.
A mad anarchist in youth (like his father, who called him Benito as a tribute to Benito Juarez; Italian for Benito is actually Benedetto), Mussolini then “evolved” into an atheist socialist and quickly rose to political prominence and the top of the Socialist party. His strogn nationalism and support for Italy’s entrance in the WWI cost him the expulsion from the party, but he remained a top cat in the Italian politics through his own newspaper (“Il Secolo d’Italia”, exists still today) and was a prominent voice in Italy’s entrance into war in 1915. When that happened he went as a voluntary in the trenches (as an officer), and came back with a decoration and an even higher prestige. In the meantime the Socialists and the Commies were becoming (particularly the latter) more and more aggressive and a period of undeclared quasi civil war (known as the “biennio rosso”, 1919-1921) ensued, with up to 1000 violent deaths a month. Mussolini created the Fasci di Combattimento, another very violent grouping, to counter the Communist violence. Sooon the Fasci (among whose founders was Artuto Toscanini, the director, later to become the poster boy of Antifascism in the US) showed they were, well, rather better at being violent, and their clearly conservative social stance (compared to the reds) was not unwelcome to the Liberals and the middle-class in general, who thought the Duce and his boys would do the dirty work for them.
In October 1922, Mussolini forced the government’s hand with the Marcia su Roma, a pacific but in reality extremely subsversive march to occupy the power. Neither the Prime Minister (Facta) nor the King (Vittorio Emanuele II, with many friends of the Fascist within the Royal Family) dared to give the army the order to shoot, and indeed no one will ever know whether the order would have been obeyed, or would have triggered an all-out armed revolt within the Army in favour of Fascism. At that point Mussolini (who had stayed in Milan, reassuring Big Capital he was just what the doctor ordered, and ready to cut his losses if things had gone sour) was the strong man and rising – nay: risen – star. He was called to preside the new government, largely composed of Liberals and with decisive Liberal support in Parliament: obviously – but this is not said much today – with the task of liquidating the Commies and the Socialists, in the complacent security of disposing of him afterwards. Mussolini’s men went to work, and boy they did it right. In the Italian way of course (Italian aren’t very violent people; they use the stock, or even the cod liver oil, rather than the pistol or the knife), but they did it all right. At that point Mussolini had the country in his hands, and it was clear he was there to stay, making himself more and more heard in a government in which the Liberals were now slowly the extras.
A good and talented man and the most prominent of Mussolini’s opposers, Giacomo Matteotti, was beaten to death (without Mussolini’s knowledge or desire) in June 1924, and this triggered an institutional crisis, with the liberals stupid abandoning Parliament, stupidly hoping to force Mussolini and his government to go home that way. Months of stall ensued, as the opposing forces sounded their own strenght. On the 3 January 1925 Mussolini spoke in front of the (largely empty) Parliament, took all responsibility, and and all power. A dictatorship was born.
At this point he was already socially fairly conservative, the darling of the industrialists and the land owners, and the man the thankful middle-class trusted more than anyone else to keep law and an order and get rid of the reds once and for all, and Mussolini was only too happy to oblige. He steered immediately even more to the right, introduced the crucifix in middle schools and other public building, and reassured everyone he would have the greatest respect for the Catholic faith. His brother and closest counsel, Arnaldo, was a very fervent Catholic – Mussolini was in those years as atheist as you can imagine – and he was a couple of years later asked to put together an agreement with the Church. The man was very honest, and well esteemed throughout, so he was the ideal one for the task. Years of negotiations followed, ending with the Patti Lateranensi in 1929.
At this point, things changed again. Mussolini opened the party ranks to Catholics – up to then the observant Catholics had been largely out of the political scene, with the only episode of the Partito Popolare, which the Church itself euthanasised when they understood Fascism was far preferable, though this is also not said much – and they, basically, changed the party into a conservative Catholic force. Mussolini knew the country was deeply Catholic and saw with favour the anticlerical and revolutionary “edge” taken away from what was now, and widely so, a force for the status quo. Arnaldo Mussolini died at the beginning of the Thirties, and Mussolini himself had such a crisis that he, basically, “got religion” though this was never publicly admitted in order not to “sissify” his strong public image and let him appear as taken in the nets of the Church. It’s not clear whether he ever went further than a generic faith in God, but again he would not publicly identify himself with the Church anyway.
During the Thirties, Italy was the best example of “third way” (basically, a regulated Capitalism with unknown-of care for the poor, and a strong accent both on subsidiarity and on statist intervention, for example in maternity protection, strong child money, employment rights legislation, etc.) you could have imagined up to then, and the “old guard” of Fascists “duri e puri” (say: the great writer Luigi Pirandello) constantly lamented this dictatorship now clearly smelling of holy water, fat, satisfied, utterly conservative.
This was the gradual parable of Mussolini from a mad anarchist in his youth to a, I say this with pride, benevolent and wise dictator in the Thirties. He was popular abroad too, and very much so in the US. A song of Cole Porter says “you’re Mussolini” to say “you’re so cool”.
Then the 10 June 1940 came, the “ora segnata dal destino”. And the rest is history.
If you ask me, Mussolini was not a great, but a very great one. A man truly sent from Providence, as Pius XI said. Sinner and fairly violent as he was, he incarnated the best of the Italian genius. He gave Italy almost twenty years of unprecedented economic growth (no stupid Peronism with him; trade unions crushed and reduced to irrelevance; sound capitalism within a sound legal frame; exceptionally capable and honest civil servants), and the security of a life in a deeply Catholic country now finally at peace with itself.
There can be no doubt his purgatory, if he indeed made it there, will be long and painful. But I wish him Paradise with all my heart.
Mundabor
Thank you very much for explaining this to me. I see I was badly mistaken about him. In fact, I’ll say a rosary for him tonight.
Thank you so very much for such a splendid summary.
Here in the USA he is sadly portrayed as nothing more than Hitlers court jester. I know enough to know that this is just propaganda but your timeline is quite enlightening. Perhaps you know of some good books (in english) it help me gain a greater understanding?
Nicholas Farrell’s book is the best I have read in English. From what I recall it is not the book I would have written, but it is infinitely better than most books most Anglosaxons would write.
I have looked on Amazon and they are available used at decent price, the new ones are far too wxpensive ( I paid £15.99, or around USD 25.00 in 2005 or 2006).
M
Thanks so very much!