An Appeal to French Women

I wish I were a French citizen! If so, I would vote, without hesitation, for Ségolène Royal. I feel this way for a number of reasons. Ségolène Royal is cute and sassy. As Presidentess of France she would surely be no worse than Jacques René Chirac who for decades lurked around the putrid-smelling backrooms of French politics cultivating ambiguous relationships with special interest groups; who earned for France millions upon millions of enemies throughout the Third World; who, in his macho delirium, tested nuclear weapons in the Pacific Ocean to prove to the world that he was as stupid as any other nuclear weapon's possessor ("paper tiger;" MaoTse-Tung [1893-1976]) bent on terrorizing—with the same aplomb Roman Catholic prelates exercised themselves during The Inquisition—again millions upon millions of unassuming, vulnerable world citizens brainwashing them with subliminal suggestions of nuclear annihilation; who continued to solidify France's olisocist (oligarchy plus panem et circensus) status quo impeding France's prosperous and salubrious development; and, who connived with other industrial nations to make of a global economy not a Capitalism of Equality, Brotherhood & Justice for all, but a Capitalism of Debts ruinous for all. 

I fail to see how Ségolène Royal could even attempt to match this anachronistic arteriosclerotic (with a Moyen Âge mindset) and his dismal conventional "wisdom" which has kept the French people ideological prisoners for decades in an institutionalised slavery. Rather, I believe that Ségolène Royal just might be that political catalyst who sets this lethargic France on its way to breaking out of its snail-like Death Wish.

It would be foolishly insensitive to suggest that French citizens, especially women, should vote for Ségolène Royal because she is a woman. Nevertheless, it would be equally ridiculous for French people not to reflect upon their political past and emplace Ségolène Royal's candidacy into a larger perspective. The role of women in Western Civilization's continuing debacle is scandalously and shamefully not there. Today in the European "Union," parliaments are top-heavy with mannish politicians. These often incompetent creatures fake through the motions of political efficacy and then stand at attention, when the national anthems of their countries are blared, as if the History of Europe—their political turf, the place of their limp-wrist machinations—is something all the world should be proud of and even prone to imitate. That the centuries gone by have yielded European goodies for all of us!

And the European Woman? She stands on the sidelines—as she has done for two millennia—hoping that one day the imbalance between male and female politicians in Europe and the world might be close to equal—at least!

I contend that a vote for Ségolène Royal will facilitate enormously in opening the floodgates for women throughout the world trapped and aspiring to hold public office so as to represent the interests of all their peoples in a competent and honourable fashion. To vote for Ségolène Royal is to participate in a grander effort that will not only bring to this planet the dream of a New France, but will also fetch for millions of women the sense that their one and the same input is finally becoming part and parcel of the existing state of affairs.

« Le jour de gloire est arrivé »

Anthony St. John April 2007