Sur la route de Memphis with Eddie Mitchell, the cop and the dog

And here we are again, to trace another magic circle around Jericho.

I have gone AWOL for a while in an attempt to dry up my soggy wet Brigadoon. As per Li Tchant des Wallons, I will remain discreet on the little I gave to Bulgians drowning like rats, who are nevertheless strong enough a meat to soldier on, with the promise of an Erin Brockovich act on the ''mismanagement,, of the Eupen barrage. Yet another dysfonctionnement in the land of chips of the old canadas' block - canadas being the Belgian French word for the well-known Solanaceae tubers, in short, spuds.

Meanwhile potato heads are flourishing in earthy France. Genteel agitation in the form of walk-about, picnic-like demos under the sun the French have the secret of have surprised me, I would have thought they'd have shrugged the latest govern-mental shenanigans off. Not so much so if I consider the recent presidential ''invention,, of a ''voluntary-basis,, health pass proving the bearer has undergone compulsory vaccination, thus granting the happy punctured fellows access to work and public spaces, all that after clearly forgetful but caring politicos had promised exactly the opposite only a year ago. To formerly Wehrmacht-occupied countries, anything looking even remotely like an Ausweis, a pass imposed by the occupying Kommandantur to go about your business is as unacceptable as this next ''nazitary,, dictatorship, especially one financed by powerless taxpayers forced to be jabbed with but without their consent. Sheer madness. The resent against Nazi occupation is still huge in Europe, however understated, tacitly expressed and understood it may be. The first thing the Greeks said when their country's finances collapsed a few years ago was that they would never have come to that end if the Germans hadn't stolen their gold reserves during the last war. It remains a mystery to me how Europeans with such a background could ever accept the bureaucratic, autocratic order imposed by the EU, with Germany in a domineering position; maybe they never did in their hearts of hearts.

So at last the light is on and there is someone home. I cannot for the life of me understand how any government, however small in size and mind could even think of imposing a vaccine only credited with dubious efficiency and no CDC type of authorisation on suspecting taxpayers AND their 12+old children, threatening their own citizens with loss of employment and restricted freedom of movement if they don't subject themselves to the injection, contravening their own national laws AS WELL AS superseding European laws on free circulation of goods and persons within the EU. Unless said small government is in the rich pay of some lab/Big Pharma group more forward than the others in awarding themselves the purchase of a corrupt and weak ''free-world,, state with a puppet king at its head.

I still have my head and a good memory; when the Gilets Jaunes - hard-up plebs in Hi-Vi jackets - demonstrated with a gusto for broken glass in November 2018 in the French capital, the Paris Prefecture de Police, Police HQ did make a public announcement about the climat insurrectionnel reigning in Paris streets, whilst Mr President was performing on the international scene in Brazil, starring in a show more runny than the waters of Bulgian rivers. The Covid pandemic put paid to the insurrection for a while only, but it did not put it to rest, as hoped by the powers that be no doubt. Now it is raising its head again, mostly thanks to the President aiding and abetting the incoming uprising with his provocations - orchestrated or not, it is bad strategy to play with fire when your own fire brigades are so disgruntled they are going on strike one after the other. Mr P is so popular he now goes by such endearing names as Pinocchio, the Beast, Macrotte, and horrors of horrors, Micron - that I should see the day a noble Greek letter should be applied to such a non-entity, whose stare has such a fixity it bodes no reassurance as to his mental capacities. ''Facts and Nothing but Facts,, yelped Gradgrind in Hard Times. The French Health Secretary formerly known as Veran is now called le Vereux - the Shyster - and Castex the PM Skull Breaker, or Casse-Tete in common parlance. Yeah, right, when demonstrators from every possible walks of life and of all possible racial and social backgrounds call out either for a general strike as seen in '68, or even for the Army and the Police to join them, you know this is the end, my friend. I recommend to those interested in some insights into Deep France and her not-so-Beverly hillbillies the Utube videos made by a Frederic Lopez in LFMedia in Besancon. It's the grassroots, provincial, otherwise sedate France tourists' brochures don't talk much about, and I also wish to point out that mountain people such as these Jurassic ones do not ever take too well to the invasion of their turf, whether invaders be French, German, Austrian or other. I particularly liked the video of a month ago, when the riot police blocking a road to demonstrators laid down their shields and helmets without a word. Selfies with the Force ensued. The ageing matrons singing a anti-Macron Christmas song spoof in Act - Episode 58/2019 of the Gilets Jaunes Saga sent a chill down my spine, and I am not the sort to be easily scared. I got an intruder out of my house a few weeks ago. Shaken I was, but not half as stirred as by the sight of the singing matriarchs taking to the streets. Quiet and behaved demos such as the ones we can witness this summer, where participants call out for uniforms to take over the state are practically unheard of in a country known for the notorious indiscipline of its citizens, unless you remember like me the 1848 uprising against a regime that had become so regally authoritarian that even the restorative French people chucked it out with the hearty help of the National Guards. There were rumours of a upcoming coup back in April of this year, when a group of French high-ranking militaries and their boys signed a petition begging the Administration to stop the buck that is ruining their country fast, for the love of France if not for the love of Jesus. It fell on small, deaf ears, however the general public heard them right. Not a surprise to me either, the French are waking up at last to the fact life doesn't come with a warranty, however persuasive their successive Republics may have been in that regard. The President didn't catch the ball in December 2018, when the population was asking for a change of their Constitution. Why he either always lets iffy issues to rot or scampers off abroad is left to conjecture. If a bureaucracy makes you sign away your basic liberties and freedoms, it is not for the free lunch and the easy, carefree life they promise you. This is a con man's trick performed by lying crooks with a perverted agenda in mind. The French are learning at last, in their own time. In the mean time, they still need strong leaders to show them the way: scouting was never their forte, and this is why generals such as de Richoufftz and de Villiers offer to do the job of the sentinelle avancee - the scout - to bring broken down France back to health. I regard their proposals as sincere but somewhat idealistic, at any rate better natured than myself, and I would say if I may that I wish success to their risky enterprise, adding that I hope they won't end up like Admiral Kanaris, should they be let to actively further their cause. The French did venture once to faraway shores to expand their colonised territories, and it was always to set up networks of whatever train tracks, hospitals and schools, managed by their centralised and ubiquitous bureaucracy of course, to the point of stultifying the natives. Guess who is now moaning about being colonised and killed off by control-freaking and media-wielding* Big G? The very French natives, who now get to regional flags-waving every Saturday (seven and counting) since The President Spoke Out mid-July...Each and every Fruitville has now taken a subscription to Saturday demos, and among the many mistakes the cheesy P has made as regular as clockwork, the biggest ones that are most probably going to cost him his gilded throne are touching up the children, now on a promise to be barred from school if they don't get this as yet unapproved jab, operating illegally by forcing employers and business owners public and private to chuck out unvaccinated staff, however Covid-positive or not they may be, and lastly but perhaps most importantly hitting out at Big Business cash tills by preventing them through a slapdash last-minute law to sell to customers without a health pass. Ali-Baba wake up, they have become mad! Mr Judge has already slapped Too Big for its Boots Gov by declaring Velizy II, the biggest shopping mall in France just outside Paris open for business, no matter what. Rosie Parks lives. In their infinite lack of wisdom, Macron and Co hadn't seen it coming that if they allowed non-jabbed people to go freely to smaller grocer's shops like Aldi, Lidl and the local bakery, but arbitrarily excluded them from XL supermarkets and larger-than-life recreational venues such as Olympic swimming pools and multi-screen cinemas, Big Business was always going to come to a head-butting with Big Pharma and its sponsored state minions. I smell pounds of flesh here. Sanitisers, remember old man Freud and his take on money as being a cleaned-up currency, evolved from a more primal and prosaic means of exchange with a care giver in infancy. Freedom fighters wave placards made of old sheets happening all the way from Bastogne to these days of awesome awe. Lord H-H can wrap it up, sheet does happen.

Conclusion (a foregone one as it is): THE GOVERNMENT OF BUSINESS post Cold-War era included IS NOT THE BUSINESS OF GOVERNMENT. End of. Chaud devant...

*media to be understood as TV (BFM channel is now going by the name of BFMarde) or as the more scientific substance agar. The choice is yours.