the dissident frogman

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I Fart in Your Gener

the dissident frogman

Necrothreading much?

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...Well, only if you're part of the French Mediocratura or the Worldwide IdioConspiratura, of course.

Latest news:

I'm still in London and being intensively trained and emboldened by a wild bunch of uncompromising and upright individual liberties activists.
Consequently I have bad news for those who thought, said and sometimes even wrote on any variation of "Now I hope the dissident frogman is toasted": I'm afraid you'll have to postpone that highly expected orgasm you were foresighting at the evocation of that idea. Until further notice.
Hey, I even have a good analogy for you - that happens to be part of my British training:
Dog shit on my shoes won't stop me from walking.
If you're waiting on the pavement, hoping the dissident frogman "is toast" I hope you will enjoy.

Guess what? I even have more bad news while you wait: far from giving up, the dissident frogman will most likely get even more involved in putting your dirty authoritarian faces in your dirty authoritarian faeces. But more on that later.

Sorry. Life is tough, dissident frogman lives. Please have a cold shower, it may help.

Paradoxically, I suspect this bad news will be a good one for the numerous people who, from Texas to the south of France via the capital of Great-Britain emailed me on any variation of "Don't give up dissident frogman".
The weather is outstanding here. I just figured out that through all my trips to Britain, I never saw London under the rain.
I'm starting to suspect that this is just another urban myth like, for instance, the proverbial French courtesy. Or the proverbial French intellectual superiority. Or the proverbial French subtlety. Or... Okay, you get the point.
The food is terrific. Yes, that's another urban myth about England that crumbles; you can take my French word for that. And there seems to be no problem to get the wine that goes with it.
Wherever it comes from.
Anyway, if you stop here, you're actually missing all the pictures.

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...Bon, seulement si vous appartenez à la Médiocratie Française ou à l'IdioConspiratura Mondiale, bien entendu.

Dernières nouvelles:

Je suis toujours à Londres où je reçois un entraînement et un encouragement intense de la part d'une sauvage équipe d'intègres et intransigeants activistes des libertés individuelles.
En conséquence, j'ai de mauvaises nouvelles pour ceux qui ont pensé, dit et parfois même écrit sur l'une des variations de "Maintenant j'espère que le dissident frogman est grillé" : j'ai bien peur qu'il vous faille reporter l'orgasme hautement attendu que vous entraperceviez à la simple évocation de cette idée. Jusqu'à nouvelle ordre.
Hé, j'ai même une bonne analogie pour vous - qui se trouve participer de mon entraînement britannique :
La merde de chien sur mes pompes ne va pas m'empêcher de marcher.
Si vous attendiez sur le trottoir dans l'espoir que le dissident frogman "soit grillé", j'espère que vous apprécierez.

Devinez quoi ? J'ai même d'autres mauvaises nouvelles pour meubler votre attente : loin de laisser tomber, le dissident frogman va très certainement se trouver plus encore engagé dans la noble tâche consistant à mettre vos sales faces d'autoritaires dans vos sales fèces d'autoritaires. Plus sur cette question, plus tard.

Désolé. La vie est dure, le dissident frogman vit. Prenez une douche froide, ça peut aider.

Paradoxalement, je soupçonne cette mauvaise nouvelle d'en être une bonne tous ceux - et ils sont nombreux - qui, du Texas au sud de la France en passant par la capitale de Grande-Bretagne m'ont écrit sur l'air de "Ne laisse pas tomber dissident frogman".
Le temps est tout simplement splendide ici. Je viens juste de me rendre compte que malgré tous mes voyages en Angleterre, je n'ai jamais vu Londres sous la pluie.
Je commence à me demander si tous cela n'est pas simplement l'un de ces mythes urbains, à l'instar de la proverbiale courtoisie française. Ou de la proverbial supériorité intellectuelle française. Ou de la proverbiale subtilité française. Ou de... OK, vous m'avez compris.
La cuisine est succulente. Oui, c'est un autre mythe qui s'effondre, à propos de l'Angleterre, vous pouvez me croire sur parole. Et il ne semble pas y avoir de problème pour trouver le vin qui va avec.
Quelle que soit sa provenance.
Quoi qu'il en soit, si vous en restez là, vous manquez toutes les images.

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I own, built and run this place. In a previous life I was not French but sadly, I died.

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435 - Jack Gallow

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Le Grille?! What the hell is that!?
  • July 21st 2003
  • @ 2332 ZULU

436 - Warren Eckels

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Went to Borders two weeks ago, and saw quite a few cookbooks authored by British chefs and TV hosts. Even Michelin has been passing out stars north of the Channel. Also, the BBC reports that, possibly thanks to global warming, vineyards have returned to Britain. For what it's worth, much of eastern England, including London, gets less than 25 inches (630 mm) of rain each year. In most of the US farmbelt east of irrigation country (100 W longitude), a year with so little rain would mean drought and disaster.
  • July 24th 2003
  • @ 0733 ZULU

437 - the dissident frogman

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Warren: Thanks for confirming my impression on British food and weather. Besides the global warming issue, of course (my personal opinion on this is that it's a fraud - http://www.frontpagemag.com/Articles/Printable.asp?ID=7746). But then again, coming from the BBC...