"Absolutely hideous people"
Don't hold back, let us know how you really feel.
I must say I did not care for the French Canadians at all when I was there. (It's the furthest I've ever gotten from the NY Metro area). The shopkeepers, etc. were very abrasive. I did not like how they'd snatch up the money for a purchase, as though they were afraid you were trying to steal from them. A most unpleasant group. I like Celine Dion though, she seems to be a nice person.
O.K. I will. Except for those few in Normandy who actually remember what America did for them in 1944, the entire country is filled with sullen, angry, defiant, resentful scum with a terminal chip on their collective shoulders and a "what can you do for me" attitude.
The contrast was stark. In Carentan on June 4, we were in the town square with six veterans from Easy Company, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment -- who participated in the liberation of the town.
Into the square came this dottering old French woman -- walking with a cane and escorted by her granddaughter -- tears coursing down her face. She embraced and kissed the cheeks of every veteran in the square who wore the Screaming Eagle on his left shoulder, and spoke the only English she knew: "God bless America."
Her granddaughter served as translator and told us that her grandmother was there when the 101st Airborne took the town. She also told us that the Germans had flooded the nearby farmland some weeks before and confiscated the local food stores. The townspeople weren't starving when the liberation came, but they were close to it. And sixty years later, she remembers, and is still grateful.
But these people are in their 80s and are dying by the day. More typical is what we ran into in Paris. Sullen, piss-poor, angry, defiant hostility everywhere we went. I was personally thrown out of four separate cafes in Paris when I opened a menu and dared to speak English in their precious City of Lights. The final time, after being shoved once too often, I told the waiter he better take his hands off me or I would kick his @$$ so hard he'd be sh*tting out his ears before I was done with him. And believe me, he got the message. I don't like being spit on. Not in France or anywhere else.
France is a raped old bag who still thinks they are this glorious world power. Believe me, those days are gone and they are never coming back. Somebody ought to tell them Napoleon has been dead for 200 years. I don't think they get it. And I won't begin to remark on how many Islamists there were at the Paris train station walking around unimpeded with big backpacks begging for money.
O.K. You asked. I told you.