And yet, YOU~ you the Republicans, you the Religious Right, you, the Moral Majority – the Party of Christ – you denied us a public option and you refused to give us universal healthcare. You fought and resisted and whined and lied through the whole ordeal of simply trying to provide healthcare to everyone. And you so thoroughly butchered the Affordable Healthcare Act, and empowered Right-wing states to refuse it, and formed it to serve your purpose – That if you couldn’t stop it from being passed into law, you could muck it up badly enough to justify automatically killing it. Which you’ve tried to do now, well over fifty times. In legislation and in the courts and in the states you have tried to kill this maligned baby for which you yourselves are responsible.
And that is the spectacle my brother was entertained with in lieu of healthcare for the last nine months of his life.
My brother died on a Fourth of July from a fatal dose of lack of healthcare. Had his cancer been treated when it was discovered, he would be 43 today. Happy Birthday Phillip! If there really is a Heaven and a Hell, then these hypocrite bastards will be joining you shortly. 😉 You know what to do…
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I had noticed on my trip out to France 2 years ago that France had some cuter small cars, but I hadn’t thought about it much afterwards.
When I was in France this year, particularly after I had been window shopping small cars in the US the last couple years, I realized that France has many, many hot small cars to choose from, while in the USA we have, like, five to choose from, and a couple of smallish SUV sport jobs.
This model is the Citroen DS3 and it is a special favorite of ours and you will see many of them here in this post. They are ordered online in any custom color and scheme and you’ll see a few of the custom color combinations in our pictures.
This sharp Peugeot RCZ is like an Audi TT from the profile with a sleek dual-domed sunroof reminding me of a seagull’s back or an old corvette.
When Valerie asked me why we didn’t have such an awesome selection of small cars in America, I said, “Because, the gasoline driven industry in America is so big-car driven, they deliberately make smaller cars ugly, tell people that smaller cars are ‘less-safe’, make any of the small cute cars we do have horribly overpriced, and continue to push hybrid technologies for larger cars and trucks. It’s psychological warfare against small cars and has been for decades.”
Even the older small cars are years ahead of our small car design.
Not completely convinced with the conspiracy-heavy rhetoric of my answer, Valerie mentioned to her brother – who speaks no English and can’t communicate with me at all – that America does not have the awesome selection of small cute cars like they do in France.
“Of course not,” her Brother answered in angry, bombastic, French. “The gasoline driven industry in America is so big-car driven, they deliberately make smaller cars ugly, tell people that smaller cars are ‘less-safe’, make any of the small cute cars we do have horribly overpriced, and continue to push hybrid technologies for larger cars and trucks. It’s psychological warfare against small cars and has been for decades.”
I can’t speak any French, but I could tell by the look on her face that he was singing my tune.
They’ve got the Chevy Spark in France, but next to all the fluid, small sporty hatchbacks on the road the Chevy Spark looks like a 2-ton 4-door sedan after shrinking badly in the wash.
I saw other car brands in France that I recognized with car models that I hadn’t seen in the States, and then this little Ford popped up, proving that Ford could make a small sassy car, just not for America.
And in the vein of “brands we get in America, but not the cool stuff,” I present the Audi A1 TDi.
And there’s lots of occasions for the strange and unique, so I’ll leave you with a pic we were lucky to get while driving through an intersection.
Disclaimer: Today’s post will be photo-heavy, pun-laden booger-journalism. If you really want to learn something about today’s topic, I recommend a brief read here before starting.
After driving over five-thousand, four-hundred seconds in a car across tens-of-thousands of meters, we arrived on the bordering fields of Belgium, where taking a picture back to the West makes all of France looks like a big stack of tiny churches in the distance.
I’m kidding – of course – that in the background is the French Death Star. All of these pictures that you’re about to see are thanks to my lovely wife Valerie. She’s the one on the right in blue.
That’s no mont. It’s a space station.
We opt to take the 40 minute walk from the parking lots to Mont Saint-Michel (as opposed to riding on the free shuttles), arriving on foot like the pilgrims and the monks of the 12th century seeking cheap plastic Chinese manufactured toys, fridge magnets and pizza.
Along the way we survey the progress of the modern, elevated foot-bridge they are building and various construction materials that they have on site to accomplish this feat. I took a picture of this huge mound in preparation for my blog pun-fest.
My darling wife took two shots of this close-up of Mont Saint-Michel as we approached. I liked this line up of the buildings, but the other photo had the better shot of the flag. So in full disclaimer I will admit that I Photoshopped this flag onto this shot. I hope your body image can take it. Don’t expect your flag shots to look this good.
The first ground level streets and alleys are tight, crowded passages of shops and shops and shops. Everything from replicas of weapons from medieval time to smartphone covers can be bought here. In its defense – the postcards and magnets were no more expensive than I had seen anywhere else, and the pizza that we had was the same price we had paid at other places and of really great quality – the 2nd best I had eaten in Normandy. So if you avoid buying a bunch of needless junk, you do not have to spend a lot of money when you come to Mont Saint-Michel. In fact you could easily bring your meal and have a picnic at one of the many areas to sit and rest.
44 people live here and 3.5 million people visit annually. So not only does it have to be a functioning city, but it has to serve residents. So it’s interesting to see little fixtures like street lights and fire hydrants knowing that even in a place that’s popular like Disneyland, people have got to receive mail, purchase goods and services, and have lit streets.
Seriously, the puns get worse.
From here we can see quite clearly that despite all of our climbing the little gold dude at the top is really not getting any closer.
Before this place was a monastery it was a military strong-hold and often through the course of development it served as both. Here we see Murder Holes where soldiers could pour hot oil or pee down onto invading wall climbers. Actually, that’s not true – I made up the part about the pee; They really call them Murder Holes.
Looking at these homes gives new meaning to tiny house. This image links to a hi-res desktop-sized image.
More stairs to keep climbing. Many tourists were photo-chopped in the making of this photo.
No, I am not even trying at this point.
The purple lilac tree stood out in the long row of green and could be easily seen from many of the higher pathways. Its huge purple presence became a navigation bearing-point as we ascended.
I warned you.
When you’re looking down on the birds looking down on the town, you’re getting up there. This image also links to a hi-res desktop-sized file for wallpaper. The detail is incredible.
The people in the distance below serve as scale for how high up we’re getting.
When I see this picture I think “That’s where the town hobbit lives.”
This is as high as I can get without paying. [Rimshot] That’s me on the left, with the bag on my back. Around behind me to my left is the cathedral where you must pay money to see inside the church and go higher.
Seen along the walls are many assorted wildflowers and grasses that grow out of the stones.
This is as close as we could get to the top without a helmet and a cape with a Red Bull logo. Or without paying the 9 euros to get into the abbey. I did pay 50 cents to use the toilet, which says a lot about my priorities.
On the drive out to Mont Saint-Michel, we drove past a field of sheep so vast in depth, so spanning in presence, I immediately turned around in the middle of the road without second-thought or hesitation, and pulled into the parking area with picnic tables that thoughtful sheep farmers had provided for this picturesque scene. In all the world, in all my travels, I have seen nothing quite like it.
If you click on the image above it will link to the panoramic file. Your browser may require you to click on the image again to load the full size version, which you can scroll with your browser from left to right. The image at full-size is over 6,000 pixels wide and may take a moment to load.
Valerie told me, and searches on the internet later confirmed, that these sheep are particularly delicious for meat-eaters, as the sheep spend their lives grazing on this especially salty grass of the flood plains of the Mont Saint-Michel. Proving once again that you taste like what you eat. I taste like a great big bean and guacamole’ burrito.
While I was standing, solemnly, quietly upon the rise, carefully spacing my photo shots for the panoramic, a small luxury car spun up and parked with quick, halting precision, and a cadre’ of young Asian women piled out, cooing and cheering the sheep. They ran to the forefront of the fence, yammering quiet loudly, took a bevy of selfies with back-facing smartphones and group hug glamor poses, waved to the sheep – I swear to god, it was of particular note to me, they waved goodbye to the sheep – and piled back into the car and drove off in no matter of 13.8 seconds. I have never witnessed a more colorful display of cliche’. Telling the story now it occurs to me, I should have taken a picture of them taking pictures of themselves in front of the sheep.
As we got back into the car and drove away Valerie asked me quite earnestly, “How many sheep are there?” Not wanting to dissapoint, and not missing a beat, I answered, “ten thousand, seven-hundred and forty-two.” She looked out the window at the sheep passing by and then looked back and asked seriously, “how do you know?” Not wanting to miss another beat I answered. “Google Maps.” And then with a slight pause and a nod I added, “I knew you would ask, so I counted.”
When you take 10 minutes of driving from Langrune-Sur-Mer to Caen through small village back-streets and you overlay it with a Grand Theft Auto: Vice City radio soundtrack, you get total freakin’ genius.