Viva La French

I never thought the day would come that I would praise the French, anyone who knows me will testify that I am not their biggest fan, I find the French very arrogant and completely racist, though I will concede they are consistent, they hate everybody. Whenever I have been to France  and I have limited my visits there,  I have had a bad experience, whether  it be a shop assistant, waiter,  a policeman, ( or Gendarmes as they are  called there) what a ridiculous word that is. I have returned with a complaint. The French have an exaggerated sense of importance and tend to look down on everybody else.  I am not really sure what they have to be smug about, it’s claimed in some quarters that they excel at food, I have two words to counter that Frogs and Snails . Anyway I digress the reason for my temporary about turn on the French is President Sarkozy’s stance on the Burkha, he wants it banned in France, and I agree that it should be. Sarkozy will get his way, eventually, and it will be banned, the idea already has a lot of support, it also has a few dissenters but then liberals always crawl out of the woodwork when anything remotely controversial is mooted.  Apart from looking ridiculous the Burkha is a security risk, when a motorcyclist enters a bank or petrol station in this country he is required to remove his helmet so his face can be seen,  also security camera’s can record his face in case of anything untoward. The Burkha is much more concealing than a helmet and yet they are allowed.  Not so long ago one of the  the 2007 London bombers tried to escape Britain by wearing a full length Burkha and pretending to be a woman. Apart from the security implications it looks awful, and imagine how very young children feel when confronted with this  black monstrosity walking along the street, to a  toddler the sight would be Frightening. I wish just one of our politicians had the guts to raise this issue in this Country and at least get a debate started, but as usual the PC brigade have shouted it down. So spray me with garlic and call me a Frenchman, temporarily of course.