You people make me sick. You say you hate the French, but what do you do about it. You continue to eat their brie and eat their pomme de terre frites with sauce de americain, and you lust their women. Yes, you deny it, but you lust their women. Oh, you stinky fleapoles, you with a cranium that is tres mauvais. You do not write of your hatred to Le Monde, or crash your Peugeots, you just hate them from afar and never tweak their cravats or burn your copies of Le Petite Prince.
You make us Americans look like a Monchichi.
C'est Big Damned thing.
Love,
Pepe