Article copyFrance is run by stinky bitter old impotent fags. (yeah, you knew it too didn't you?)
Real men with firmly implanted pubic hair and a brain receiving a constant and consequent flow of top quality juicy testosterone like Dubya, greatest President of the United States since Ronald Reagan as well as the dissident frogman, know that Turkey should join the EU. In fact, we believe that Turkey must join the EU now.
And we mean now as in right f* now and possibly now as in as soon as yesterday.
Otherwise, we'll leave the demographically doomed EU to the old stinky bitter impotent fags of all kind (see how that helps to improve the birthrate, ha!) and move to the Oriental Spellbinding Splendour of the Mysterious East, singing "Turkey! Turkey! We're Okay For Turkey!"
But first, a cold shower.
1. While we're at it, there's a message for the Islamoronic mujahideen here: you're not going to convert anybody as long as you'll put your best arguments in bags.
Yes, I know you call that 'burka' or 'hijab' or whatever you call that.
However, where I come from, we call that a bag or a sack (and sometimes a stuffed sheath of slut, when we talk about 25 year old 'militant' wearing that willingly as a political statement in the University of Nanterre, that Communist
Oh in the name of Allah-la-la, quit whining and don't give me your "We Victims" comedy again.
That's multicultural juicy goodness for ya, so stick your hardcopy edition of The Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion where the old stinky bitter impotent fags find their entry to Jannatu al-Khuld.
2. No offense for the other fags of course. That is to say, those who are not stinky, old, bitter, impotent, or simply, not a fucking bunch of angry
And no, I don't call them 'homosexuals' or 'gays' either.
I call them by their individual names, just like any other bloke, because that's usually how they introduce themselves, just like any other bloke.
That said, I imagine that if I ever meet someone who would introduce himself with a vibrant "Hello, I'm gay", there's a serious probability that I would end up calling him an asshole, or a dickhead.
And possibly, yes, a fag.
Just like any other narrow minded bloke who principally defines himself by his party card, religious belief, football club membership, skin color, social class or sexual orientation.
The only minority it is essential to defend is the individual. But you know that already, right?
3. The Oriental Spellbinding Splendour of the Mysterious East (yeah yeah, 'Okay for Turkey!') picture I 'stole' from The Camel Toe Report, which is not really safe for work, especially if your job is Islamoronic mujahid or Old stinky bitter impotent fags running France, but is utterly hilarious nonetheless.