Pat Dollard | Young Americans

San Diego, July 22, 2008
France:

(Great Britain to follow in another thread)

“Tossed By The Waves, She Does Not Sink”

But how much longer can She (France) tread water? In my view, not much longer. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved the French people. In many ways I have come to understand that they have changed, a lot. In days past (according to the Brits) they (Parisians) would not speak to Americans or Brits using the English language. Honestly, I could understand that. I know how I feel about people who come to the US and expect us to learn their language.They would (in days past) pretended not to know the English language. Every true Parisian or French man or woman I had contact with, I found to be very polite. I found the French Military and French police forces to be the type of forces to NOT take any shit either. In many ways I wish American police were issued the same if not better types of AK-47’s they patrol the train stations and touristy areas with.

On a personal note: If I can just whisper this to you “French People” Psst! Please use deodorant. Your perfume does not cover BO, it makes it worse.

These guys were cool. I asked them If I could snap their picture and then thanked them. This was in Gare du Nord Station.

This photo was taken just under the Eiffel Tower. Their is a police station located directly under it.

Why do I feel as if she (France) is lost? For much of the same reasons I feel GB COULD be lost. To many concessions being paid to Muslims. To many “Special Treatments” for the Muslims when in the history of BOTH nations, there was NOTHING given to any person to become assimilated into the nation. Why the Muslims? I don’t know.

While still in GB, as I sat on the Eurostar in Kings Cross station in London, my mind wandered to how and where my destinations were going to take us. I had been looking forward to going to Omaha Beach for some time and looked forward to seeing the beaches in Normandy much in the same way the American Troops did in the 40’s during WWII. It was a 2 and a half hour trek through the English countryside, under the sea and up again into the French countryside heading to Paris.

The French countryside was truly a magnificent site. I could imagine the Nazis being dug in and just waiting to take over GB. Honestly, they were less then an hour away from London. We as Americans, especially if you have not ever been to Europe, take it for granted that Europe is much like the US States are in proximity. In less then a 2 ½ hour trek from London, I was pulling into Paris France. Here in San Diego, 2 ½ hours gets me to Yuma Arizona or LA, depending on where I want to go. Either way, Im still in the states.

I wrote an email to Pat, Maggie & Bash explaining my feelings on my trip to France and Pat posted it. If you missed it, here it is again with the bold being newly added text:

Back in England - Thank God.

Paris? Yeah - Its Fucked! The Muzzies have taken over that city. Pulled into Gare du Nord Station and the only thoughts running through my mind were the amount of Jews and others that were sent to concentration camps from that location during WWII. It was a very spooky feeling.

Spooky in the sense of knowing what happened in that station. As I stepped off the train, the thoughts of steam trains, box cars and SS Soldiers plugged my brain. I could almost smell the death of innocence in the air from those days. I could feel the chill of SS soldiers walking about pushing unknowing passengers into train cars that would haul them away to their deaths. I could see them as I walked from the train platform. I could see it in my mind how terrible it was there.There was a darkness I felt in the pit of my soul that I could not shake until I hit the streets of Paris. Even then, it still haunted me. The sites in and arround Paris flooded my mind with visions of the entire country during WWII.

Then, jumped on the Metro. Ended up sitting next to a fucking muzzy who I accidental touched my foot too his. Yeah - I thought for sure he would behead me right there. You know the look on Samuel Jacksons face in Pulp Fiction just before shooting the shit our of the guys in the apartment? Yeah - this guy was like that. And I was sitting on a fucking moving packed train in France and there wouldn’t have been a damn thing I could have done.

My daughter was with me this trip. This is her after getting to fresh air OUT of the Metro.

Ah, the Metro. Folks, Paris IS a beautiful city. The trees are unlike any other you will ever see anywhere in the world. The architecture is exquisite but the smell in the Metro underground will make you puke your guts out. It’s the smell of piss, shit and BO all wrapped up into one. Im not sure if the people who can not afford the .50 euros to use the toilets everywhere you go, use the metro as a city toilet or if its just the nature of the beast.

Notre Dame is loaded with them. (Muzzies) Posing as Bosnians begging for change. When they get the change, they run to another muzzy point & laugh at the person that handed them the change. Had 15 different ones in different areas walk up to me with the same BS note in English. There all over the fucking place. They are only targeting Americans with this tactic. My daughter & I seen one pretend to be crippled doing the same shit. We watched her finish up her begging act as the cripple. She walked to the other side of Notre Dame and low & Behold - A Miracle!!! She was walking without crutches. Actually running to a cab with a Muzzy Driver.

In reading comments from the original post, someone had asked if I could prove they were muzzies and not Eastern Europeans posing as Muzzies. No, I couldn’t’t prove it here. BUT I did see a lot of Muslim taxi drivers. The fact that the begger from Notre Dame jumped into the cab, told me all I needed to know. Especially, after my taxi experience.

Its no longer “Gay Pare” its now Wahhabi Pare. Im in the middle of writing a very long post in regards to how France fell to the Germans during WWII and is now gone again to Islam. Its a spooky place. I would never bring my kids there.

Nope. I would never bring my younger children there. I have no desire to go back. Seen it, you can keep it. Although I never did make it to Normandy and I don’t agree with coming to conclusions about things based on one day, it was enough for me. I know, you should never base your ideas on an entire country from just one city and I apologize for that. But in my speaking with the Brits and the French, the ideas and problems across both countries ARE in fact, the same. Both the French and the English hate the muzzies and both countries feel as if they have been SCREWED by joining the European Union.

We gabbed a cab and unfortunately had a muzzy cab driver that refused to talk to us at all. Wouldn’t acknowledge a thank you, wouldn’t tell us how much the cab ride was - just pointed to the screen and would NOT make eye contact.

Im telling you, I felt like I was in Mecca and NOT Paris. The only place that felt ALMOST normal was the cemetery that Jim Morrison was buried.

Père Lachaise Cemetery is where we found ourselves. If your still planning a trip to Paris I say go there. I wanted to spend more time there but I knew we had to cut things short. Its an amazing place.

Never made it to Normandy. Just wanted to get the fuck out of France and back to London. Omaha Beach would have been nice but I guess its going to have to wait until my husband can see it with me. that will be the ONLY WAY I will ever go back to that fucked up country.

Be back up & posting on Tuesday boys & girls! And looking forward to it! I have a LOT to say if anyone is still interested….

And here it is folks. Tuesday Afternoon. Dealing with serious jet lag I will answer ANY questions you might have.

Upon landing yesterday night at around 8:12 PM, I got off my flight and seen my husband & kids and forgot all about being awake for about 36 hours.

Glad to be home and back on Dollard Nation.