I love it (read: ‘fucking HATE it’) when people of strong political leanings encompassing a whole manner of negativities, choose to conflate all their betes noires into one little package of out-of-context venom.

So I’d like you to introduce you to Sandrine Rousseau. Here’s the shocker, with such a name: she’s French. And she’s ‘green’. In fact a Green Party MP in Macronland because we’d never have such a person here. She’s an ardent feminist. Which is NOT saying she’s a lesbian at all. She’s ‘green’, obviously, but the entire package. Not just switching off lights when you go out and buying an electric vehicle for this lady. Oh no. She’s green to the core. And although its not actually a requirement for any ‘feminist’, I suppose its not unusual for them to hate men. Sometimes I hate men too. Because I’m a feminist too. Moi aussi.

The ‘storm’ currently unleashing its power in our neighbouring country is that Sandrine added all her pet hates together: that’d be men, deforestation for grazing, men, carbon emissions, men, the evils of meat, both personally and globally, and men. She divided that by the sum of her core values: don’t eat meat, don’t fuck up the planet, don’t be a man; and arrived at the answer to her equation. The sum total. The final symbol of all the evils on the planet.

Barbecues.

Arranged by men, done by men, for men, who eat all the meat. Far more than women do. Probably eat it more messily too.

Meat is definitely a problem. She’s a ‘green’, therefore probably eats how she votes: green. And apparently men do eat more meat than women, but banning barbecues? She feels that grilling a slab of entrecote is the ultimate insult to global warming, to women in general, to the entire planet and is on a par with waving your nob at a bus-load of nuns. Whilst slaughtering 12 chickens in front of a Golf Diesel.

I’d vote for her.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx