Okay, so here it goes.
Paris is burning.
Those frogs know how to throw a party like it’s nineteen ninety infinity and that hot spot is a big indication that people really don’t want to be under the German yoke.
Europe is under the yoke of Germany.
Talk to the locals from Glasgow to Naxos and they will say that a fourth Reich by any other name is standing tall and strong pushing the commoner down as a new European superpower.
Yeah, the French know how to throw a party.
Like no one else.
Try Philosophy, cinema, and art.
Soft power is a heck of a force of nature, one that can not be argued with.
Language skills, not STEM geekology will repopulate the earth if the big one goes down and things are looking pretty dicey.
Backing that up is the fact that Africans are still fucking and making babies.
Who else is?
Maybe in some Asian countries.
Latin Americans deserve a shout out too.
But Africa is rising precisely because they are fucking and they have a heck of a higher immunity to any Coronavirus yadda dengue fever what have you.
The fact of the matter is, they can get bit by mosquitoes and not die better than anyone.
See my point?
Without further ado, I shall move on to why the frogs will win the day. Because they can communicate.
Yeah, in Africa, the single most spoken language is French.
Not Chinese, not Black Panther mamba voodoo pidgin but the language that has stood for centuries as a royal tongue, spoken by kings and queens, not that marauding Anglo Saxon logician speak from the north country.
In retrospect, Marvel/Disney kinda’ had it right with Black Panther.
You see what I am saying?
Where I am going with this?
Asia is going to be a boiler room — might be the axis Mundi of world war three.
But in Africa, there’s room to roam about and not worry about squirting alcohol onto your hands and wearing a mask every time you enter a 7–11.
You already got bit!
I’ll bring it back around by mentioning the Rothschilds again.
I don’t know why, there’s something about that damn banking system, linked to the Bank of France, that I can’t quite shake, like a monkey on my back.
My buddy Mel in Hollywood was working on a project about that bank that burned about a week ago in Paris.
Now he’s off it according to IMDB.
And I can tell you this as a Hollyweird reporter, the reason why is he has been compromised.
The game is over.
Sorry to break it to ‘ya, but the American dream is more like a wake-up call.