If you think that the Frog president is a cunt shout ‘aye!’ (well, at least type it in).
The Gallic pipsqueak has recently sparked ‘disturbances’ (got to hand it to Les Cunts, they do a decent line in civil unrest) by increasing fuel taxes, supposedly as an environmental measure. With riot police and water cannon on the streets, the prick then has the cheek to try and shift the blame on to Marine Le Pen, claiming that she had incited the trouble.
I think he’s been rumbled and knows it, as the French increasingly come to recognise that they’ve elected a cunt. Finding himself in more than a spot of bother domestically, of which the fuel tax unrest is merely a symptom, the little weasel has tried to deflect attention and regain a bit of credibility by playing the foreign card. He’s stated that unless the UK is willing to ‘compromise’ in negotiations on fishing rights, talks on a wider trade deal will be ‘slow’. Translation; ‘give us the access we want to UK waters post Brexit, or we’ll throw a spanner in the works’. Without an agreement, the so-called ‘backstop plan’ would likely be implemented, and with it, a ‘temporary’ customs union for the whole of the UK.
It would be funny watching this shifty little pimple posturing, but for the fact that Theresa Wimp is probably pissing her pants at his crude blackmail rhetoric. My response to the slimy twat is simple. Stick to doing what you do best, namely, giving us your excellent Marshal Petain impersonation as you shove your head further and further up Reichfuhrer Merkel’s arse. In short, fuck off.
Monsieur, sans aucun doute, tu es une chatte.
Nominated by Ron Knee
