The rather breathy article goes on to state:
President Francois Hollande described the bloodbath as a 'barbaric attack against France and against journalists' and vowed blah blah blah. . .
After the shooting, hundreds of comments were posted on the Charlie Hebdo Twitter page, with one user, David Rault, writing: 'A sad day for freedom blah blah blah. . .
Charlie Hebdo's editor-in-chief Gerard Biard escaped the carnage because he was in London. He told France Inter: 'I am shocked that people can have attacked a newspaper in France, a secular republic. I don't understand it. I don't understand how people can blah blah blah. . .
A visibly shocked French President François Hollande, speaking live near the scene of the shooting, said: 'France is today in shock, in front of a terrorist attack. This newspaper was threatened several times in the past and we need to show we are a united blah blah blah. . .We have to be firm, and we have to stand strong with the international community blah blah blah. . .We are at a very difficult moment following several terrorist attacks. We are threatened because we are a country of freedom blah blah blah. . .We will punish the blah blah blah. . .
Anyway, you know the drill. . .
Though I did find President Barack Obama's remarks strangely untoward when he was asked to comment on the *senseless tragedy:*
President Obama says he would be "pretty aggravated" if he were a Detroit Lions fan after the team lost an NFL playoff game to the Dallas Cowboys following a disputed penalty call. . .Obama said he watched the game and that he couldn't "remember a circumstance in which a good call by one of the refs is argued about by an opposing player of the other team with his helmet off on the field, which in and of itself is supposed to be a penalty. The call is announced and then reversed without explanation. I haven't seen that before. So I will leave it up to the experts to make the judgment as to why that happened, but I can tell you, if I was a Lions fan, I'd be pretty aggravated."
Uh, perhaps the President got his senseless tragedies mixed up?
But anyway, something buried deep inside the otherwise hoary *terror* story did catch my eye:
Mr Biard said he did not believe the attack was linked to the newspaper's latest front page, which featured novelist Michel Houellebecq, who has previously sparked controversy with comments about Islam.
Houellebecq! Thank God he wasn't in the Charlie Hebdo office! A national treasure! The quintessential *French Novelist.* I mean, just try to picture *French Novelist.* You know, effete, dissolute, unkempt, pencil-necked, chain-smoking. You would picture this guy:
Thankfully Houellebecq is unharmed, and will be able to continue his rather uneven literary career:
Whatever: A thin Bret Easton Ellis knockoff in which the disaffected wanker hero's drug of choice is nicotine, not cocaine.
The Elementary Particles: A major step forward, a history of Western decay since the 1960s, told through the broken lives of Narcissus-and-Goldmundesque half-brothers.
Platform: A step backward, a tedious combination of porn and Houellebecq's first jump onto the islam-bashing bandwagon.
The Possibility Of An Island: Houellebecq bottoms out with this silly sci-fi apocalypse, loosely based on the Raelian cult.
The Map And The Territory: A return to greatness. . .vintage Houellebecqian cranky discourses on art, consumerism, existence, alienation, death, houseflies. And in a masterpiece of self-parody, Houellebecq himself appears as a character in this, his finest novel.
All right, but anyway, so about the shooting. We have the usual blather about *Freedom.* So let's talk about *Freedom:*
You have white Westerners who believe they have advanced beyond menial labor and who lured darkies to their Utopia to clean their restrooms, pick up their garbage and do their laundry, crying today in Gay Paris! because hot-headed elements of their darky lower class got tired of scrubbing godless Western toilets and then, while riding the Metro green line to their slums, had to read condescending cartoons about their beliefs inked by the master class *exercising* one of its precious *freedoms.* Well, today two or three of the islamic underclass decided to exercise one of their precious freedoms, the freedom their religion gives them to kill the infidels. . .ha ha ha!
What we had today in Gay Paris! was a clash of freedoms. . .nothing more, nothing less.
*Freedom!* The great scam of the rich! The ultimate something-for-nothing swindle. While picking the pockets of the poor, the rich distribute a few dirty magazines and stage a meaningless vote, and then lecture the poor on how privileged they are to be *free,* while laughing all the way to the bank:
The World's Richest 85 People Are As Wealthy As The Poorest 3 Billion
That's right. . .the richest 85 people in the world own more wealth than the bottom half of the entire global population.
Unfortunately, the only *Freedom* most Westerners have is the freedom to be in bondage to vulgarity. Real freedom, the ability to direct the course of one's own life, is beyond the overwhelming majority of Westerners, white or colored, who are under control of the Great Master, The Bank.
And now another round of Western huffing and puffing on the House of Terror. . .
The real lesson on *Freedom* from Gay Paris! will go unlearned. And it goes above and beyond earthly inequality. Even the Great are not Free. They profit. . .but only in the here and now.
When you watch mankind divided and at war, you see an enslaved creation, subject to the higher powers.
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
But neither side in the sorcerer's *war on terror* will be able to see through the lying vanities of the world, and all things continue as they were from the fall of creation. . .
Houellebecq! Thank God he wasn't in the Charlie Hebdo office! A national treasure! The quintessential *French Novelist.* I mean, just try to picture *French Novelist.* You know, effete, dissolute, unkempt, pencil-necked, chain-smoking. You would picture this guy:
Whatever: A thin Bret Easton Ellis knockoff in which the disaffected wanker hero's drug of choice is nicotine, not cocaine.
The Elementary Particles: A major step forward, a history of Western decay since the 1960s, told through the broken lives of Narcissus-and-Goldmundesque half-brothers.
Platform: A step backward, a tedious combination of porn and Houellebecq's first jump onto the islam-bashing bandwagon.
The Possibility Of An Island: Houellebecq bottoms out with this silly sci-fi apocalypse, loosely based on the Raelian cult.
The Map And The Territory: A return to greatness. . .vintage Houellebecqian cranky discourses on art, consumerism, existence, alienation, death, houseflies. And in a masterpiece of self-parody, Houellebecq himself appears as a character in this, his finest novel.
All right, but anyway, so about the shooting. We have the usual blather about *Freedom.* So let's talk about *Freedom:*
You have white Westerners who believe they have advanced beyond menial labor and who lured darkies to their Utopia to clean their restrooms, pick up their garbage and do their laundry, crying today in Gay Paris! because hot-headed elements of their darky lower class got tired of scrubbing godless Western toilets and then, while riding the Metro green line to their slums, had to read condescending cartoons about their beliefs inked by the master class *exercising* one of its precious *freedoms.* Well, today two or three of the islamic underclass decided to exercise one of their precious freedoms, the freedom their religion gives them to kill the infidels. . .ha ha ha!
What we had today in Gay Paris! was a clash of freedoms. . .nothing more, nothing less.
*Freedom!* The great scam of the rich! The ultimate something-for-nothing swindle. While picking the pockets of the poor, the rich distribute a few dirty magazines and stage a meaningless vote, and then lecture the poor on how privileged they are to be *free,* while laughing all the way to the bank:
The World's Richest 85 People Are As Wealthy As The Poorest 3 Billion
That's right. . .the richest 85 people in the world own more wealth than the bottom half of the entire global population.
Unfortunately, the only *Freedom* most Westerners have is the freedom to be in bondage to vulgarity. Real freedom, the ability to direct the course of one's own life, is beyond the overwhelming majority of Westerners, white or colored, who are under control of the Great Master, The Bank.
And now another round of Western huffing and puffing on the House of Terror. . .
The real lesson on *Freedom* from Gay Paris! will go unlearned. And it goes above and beyond earthly inequality. Even the Great are not Free. They profit. . .but only in the here and now.
When you watch mankind divided and at war, you see an enslaved creation, subject to the higher powers.
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
But neither side in the sorcerer's *war on terror* will be able to see through the lying vanities of the world, and all things continue as they were from the fall of creation. . .
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