#I am a Pharisee

Yeah, that's right, I am a Pharisee, and every day I thank the Lord(s) whomsoever they may be on bended knees in my inner sanctum, for having made me who I am: Ibero-Celtic, Anglo-Indian, Italo-Belgian and Balto-Polish, with quite a few more regional variations on the genetical theme. Anything but French, which is an identity that doesn't exist except in the minds of opportunistic post-revolutionaries anyway, on account of France having been made up rather hastily from formerly independent kingdoms, principalities, counties, chunks of land taken or traded from other entities, and migrants from absolutely everywhere in the world. This is not a manifesto in favour of immigration, it is a manifesto in favour of intelligence of the plot. By today's standards, I could strut my mostly Indo-European origins - even if there is no guarantee yet that my Baltic ascendants may not have been from Ural or Siberian Asiatic populations genetically closer to the Mongols than to the Indians, or that some Turkic ancestors may ultimately appear when DNA technology becomes even more refined. I don't mind. There was enough with one Hitler going berserk (the word is originally a Viking euphemism for going bananas or ape s..t) over being himself quite possibly more Turkic-Mongol than massively Indo-European. His obsession with the swastika and the so-called purity of the alleged Indo-Aryan-European race seems very suspect to me. In fact, Aryans were Iranis, and not Nordic. Descendants of Iranis and Irakis, anyone? Pakis maybe? No answer, I thought so. I am all for the generalisation of such tests as long as they are carried out by seriously professional firms - I am not paid by CRI Genetics to advertise for them, but I was very happy with the thorough job they did for me to the best of the information available. A bloody worldwide war we still suffer from was fought on the completely falsified assumption that there are races, pure or impure, superior or not, which doesn't even apply to us because there are no races, just the one human race, and as far as I am concerned it is not superior or pure, it stinks. I am ashamed for the apes if we really are their descendants. I am sure they would thank their ape-lords for not having let them evolve like us, if they could.

Now of course the race thing is taking another wrong turn with the tribalisation of Europe. The EU and national parliaments/big governments having not done their stunts properly, a lot of citizens tired of not being heard are taking to the streets and becoming quite vocal, if not violent AND separatists. Immigration is only the tip of the iceberg, the foolscap covering the claims of protesters. The real deal is that people don't want to be governed from elsewhere.

Journey to The Centre of the World

Indeed in the case of France, centralised government to whatever extreme a Western country could avail itself of without sinking into blatant dictatorship seemed to have worked for a while. But not forever, everything being on the move in the universe, as Einstein rightly pointed out. Why am I so happy to do a Pharisee act on the knowledge that I am not French? Because the ancient known centre of the world is sinking faster than the Titanic, because of what Hardy (Thomas, not Ollie) described as "decrepit families imply decrepit wills, decrepit conduct''. The unfortunate descendants of prominent Frenchmen, the primus inter pares (not primates, it's just a Latino expression for ''the bestest''), nourished in their youth by such popular films as Beau-Pere (Stepdad), La Passion Beatrice, and that hit-song Un Zeste de Citron (a word-play on the F words for lemon peel and incest), without speaking of that dime-store Trimalcio of an openly paedophile writer, the children of the French elite have come forward to denounce their Causa Nostra: incest. The last straw.

If people do not know who they are, they are more likely to be attacked, vanquished and subdued, all the more so if they live in a rape-fancy culture. To know who you are is very liberating and the best self-defence you could think of, follow my Bruce Lee look. I was dumbfounded when I found out that DNA tests for personal and private use, for ''recreational'' use as they say over there are banned in France, as if your DNA was just a joke, and that such tests are even vilified by the controlled press as a potential source of family issues. From what they report, clandestine users are still hesitant for fear of uncovering a dirty ''family secret'' (read Gran's/ Gramps shenanigans in their younger days). I have to say it as it is, what a petty bourgeois way of looking at DNA. I'm not surprised, I've lived with them, and the big fear of such people is to find out the existence of an illegitimate heir they will have to share their inheritance with. That's all there is to it. DNA is bad if it affects my money. I didn't fork out close to 200 dollars (for a double ancestry/medical test) on a recreational whim or a dubious trip down memory lane. Some people would spend more on recreational drugs or dubious togs. Pfffffffffffff. Get over yourselves, the entire world is sick with Covid. It makes my blood boil to see one of the major advances of the 20th-21st centuries reduced to a measly Claude Chabrol film (Le Beau Serge comes to mind quite to the point), a below-the-belt navel-gazing exercise, nothing further your Honour, is really insulting the relentless efforts scientists and marketeers (it isn't easy to translate DNA-test results into something intelligible to the general public) have made to help us, us the entire humanity, to find out the beginning of an answer to that all-important question of all times, Who Are We? Incidentally, DNA/RNA are also at the basis of the Covid-vaccine that is going to save humanity. Sex hasn't, if you remember well the AIDS pandemic years; let me be perfectly understood, I have nothing against prendre son gai pied, what two - or more - consenting and informed adults do in the privacy of their bedchambers is none of my business. What I understood too well in my days was the way French nationals treated me as a person; with suspicion, always asking me if I was French (they meant White), although I spoke the language without an accent, because I didn't look French enough for them, I had what they called ''the type''. ''Il/elle est type(e)'', they would say of people they suspected of being of mixed race, or of being a full-blown foreigner. By ''type/typee'' they meant of another race, but not of the right, Nordic sort. Well, Ladies and Gentlemen of the ancient centre of the earth, I am quite happy to declare that yes, that's right, I am not like you, I am immensely relieved to be a diverse, happy Pharisee. My own too kept it in the community.

Parisitism

The fall of the miniature Roman Empire is nigh: this is the end, my friends. Do you know of any Parliament over the surface of this earth that would shilly-shally over 13 as the age of consent, giving therefore no recourse against rape to children above that age? MPs might as well vote an amnesty for all paedophiles past, present and future. It may be what they secretly hope to save themselves the trouble of law-making about issues nobody wants to deal with. Ban sex over 13 then. Ban DNA tests for re-creative use - it would do a lot of good to the victims of sex-crime to take an ancestry DNA test to realise they are not at all only the sexualised object their attackers reduced them to. Of course in France only doctors can order a DNA test for you through a prescription, for medical purpose only, to check for autosomal recessive diseases I presume, as if. Ban ancestry tests, but not death duties, or conscription if there is another war, most probably what they call la guerre aux troncons de choux, sending the riot police out when hunger marches go bad. Ban every move private citizens may make, and in the end ban any form of perceived opposition. Covid confinement has been a boon to such banner carriers.

After having had at last the hide of French Catholics, French bigoted secularists are still not happy. There was a time not so long ago you would be automatically suspected of being a counter-revolutionary, a saboteur, a reactionary, a collabo, a Nazi in disguise, a Romish mole, an enemy of the French State if you were openly Catholic. Fundamentalists gathered around Mgr. Lefebvre were always in the papers and the media for something bad. A Christian was considered a lesser Cretin who didn't deserve any respect, like the one in Elia Kazan's America, America, a merely ordinary Christian (not a usable media figure like Abbe Pierre) was the target of all jibes, all caricatures, all misinformation, and he/she was the mother of all evils affecting modern society; ignorance, obscurantism, superstition, you name it. In the early eighties an all-out war was started by the newly elected Labour government against Catholic schools, and anybody else guilty by association, anyone believing in anything else than partisan politics and filth. Filth was forced onto citizens as an antidote to diversity, divergence, and even opposition. You had to live by it to be considered French. Result: everybody in the world believes all French women are sluts and all Frenchmen male tarts. Result: French migrants especially those of the Islamic persuasion don't want to be that sort of French. French-born non-Muslims don't want to be that sort of French either, they want to be a decent local of their province, their region, their tribe, of the X-Files; anything other than French citizens owned by the French government will do. Right.

That mockery of a Republic that does make Plato turn in his grave has now shifted its attention to the next big bad wolf: Islam. I am pretty sure none of those rabid Republicans has ever read the Coran, but they talk about Islam as connoisseurs nonetheless. The fact is they hadn't banked on that other bastion of morality even existing. Too bad. If they ban headgear, wear Alice Sapritch turbans or a nuns' cornette, they'll be routed. Along come a pell-mell of other evils, as diverse as White Defence leagues, gilets jaunes, regional autonomists, rabbit lovers, anything the State cannot control with extreme admin and bureaucracy to force their Pan-secularism down the public pan. Pity they couldn't target child lovers in due time. There is still hope: the law is an ass who makes a triumphant entry in Jerusalem, not Paris.

French Republicans - or so they fancy themselves to be - haven't understood yet that Napoleonic days are over, that they can't steamroll any fenced turf they fancy grabbing, and that Private Vices don't systematically lead to Publick Benefits. Proof: it is not the once famed Pasteur Institute, not even the once science-focused Germans who came up so quickly with the Covid vaccine, it's us. Us the openly racially and religiously diverse melting-potted prudes, with our mercantile and puritanical beliefs, our much criticised, if not caricatured and vilified reformed ways, and after all our staunch support of moral standards and commitment to fairness. It is not perfect and not all a bed of roses, but if a TV-man was to be found guilty of incest, if a writer publicly defended and privately practised paedophilia, if film-makers made the apology of incestuous rape, none of them would survive the next 24 hours here. Enslaved to the EU's feudal system (and therefore being deprived of national funds to finance domestic medical research) and to its own obsessive obsolete ideologies, the French government hasn't got fairness in mind when it tries to solve the serious public order issues it contributed to create. All they have in mind is to force their own brand of ultra-secularism on their own taxpayers without their consent, and to administratively smother anything that still has some breath of life in it, fresh or bad.

Ultra-secularism is not going to suppress dissent and hatred in people's hearts and minds, it is going to fan the flames of discontent. If small business owners crushed by regs and taxes, farmers ruined by EU policies, wage-earners on the bread line and religious dissenters all linked up, the French state could not stand a prayer. The only stumbling block preventing the Confederates from linking up is Islam, a faith shared only by some of the left-out and the angry. As French Republican fanatics are busy removing that block from the way by law, guess where their intelligent sapping handiwork will lead them to.

Their not so fresh brand of colonialism can't vaccinate citizens against religion by turning politics into a single-issue agenda, an obsessive fixation on Islam, and not terrorism - not so long ago it was European home-bred terrorism the problem, and there's no saying regionalists might not revert to it - and not the breaking down of law and order - riots are becoming a sporadic and localised but regular occurrence everywhere in Europe - and not paedophilia as a lifestyle, and not the fabric of an organically unfair and iniquitous society that is drifting ever closer to chaos and dictatorship as time passes.

France is an obscure dot on the map of a world that has on the whole remained fairly conventional and traditional - even in countries where same-sex marriages are now allowed, the issue was always getting the right to marry, not to hold orgies with under-age children or to legalise bestiality. When the Left won the French general elections of 1981 after half a century of absence from power, the French electorate thought they had voted virtue in. They voted Seneca, and they got Nero. The French Right, once dubbed by De Gaulle ''the dumbest in the world'' missed all their cues. Voters went then for extremist and separatist parties because none other wanted virtue for a middle name any more. Cuis regio eius religio; ''Mitis depone colla, Sigamber, adora quod incendiati, incende quod adorasti'', ''Bend your head, Sicamber, worship what you have burned, burn what you have worshipped'' said Remi, Archbishop of Rheims to Clovis King of the Franks when he baptised him on Xmas Eve, 496 AD. It used to be a French schoolboy mantra, state-sponsored or not. Politicos easily become history; in Paris thirty years ago, the Beurs (''Arabs'' in common parlance, more precisely migrants of North African ascent) were feted and they could do no wrong. Thirty years down the line, still in Paris, they are toast and they can be no good. As for immigration, disgruntled Europeans Whiter than the others should explain to me why no one has ever demanded that Christian refugees fleeing war and persecution be given the priority for asylum. The only one I ever heard on this one is Viktor Orban. Something to be proud of. Timid attempts at devolution were quickly pulled from under local people's feet, because national leaders fearing loss of power preferred the EU and its juicy careers, so many dominions to squeeze, so little time before the next election, to defending their own taxpayers' patch. They dropped their own in it. They'll wake up to Frexit wondering what on earth hit them.

Belle-Mere

I will leave you with a question. If at any time, a French woman from an indifferent social background was to shoot a film in which a menial female employee on minimum wages had a visually explicit relationship wit her under-age stepdaughter, what would be her chances not to get herself shot down (in flames)?