The French are the best. The men don’t get fat. The women don’t sleep alone. The kids are well-behaved. They have the best architecture, the best way of living, best bread, best wine, best olive oil, best cooking, some of the best writing, films, painting, poetry, perfume – and women. They also excel in revolutions. Each revolution of theirs is a peach, perfect, round and juicy. They open a new epoch for mankind.
Just thinking of a French revolution makes me feel young, for I remember the previous one, in May 1968, and it was a beauty, the revolution of Forbidden to Forbid. It ushered us into the short-living paradise of permissible. Believe it or not, we could freely flirt with the opposite sex, we could smoke in the pubs and cafés, we could have a drink and drive. We could rent a room for small price, and roam Europe for $5 a day. Workers weren’t fired, jobs were aplenty, there were no one-year contracts, parking was free and gasoline cheap. Oh yes, and the cotton was high.
From Google, we have the following regarding French elections and politics:
"Formally, France's constitution is parliamentary, like that of other European countries, because the government may be voted out of office by the parliament. ... But the president in these countries does not play a role of political leadership as the French president does. France's constitutional order is, in sum, unique."
I would sincerely like the French Parliament to be thinking about this seriously, if things continue as they are at the moment; the situation with French voters looks like it is going from bad to worse.