In a show of solidarity with French strikers protesting the raising of the national retirement age from 60 to 62, I won't be posting today on WSO. Not my solidarity with them, mind you, but that of my already piss poor Internet Service Provider (Numericable, for those interested). I feel like I'm back in high school writing a term paper on a Commodore 64 with 8kbps dial-up.
I can sympathize with the French workers, however. I mean, you have to draw a line in the sand somewhere. If you let them get away with raising what is already the developed world's lowest retirement age, what's next? A 40-hour work week? The expectation of punctuality? Restrictions against selling cigarettes to kids under 10? Daily bathing requirements? (okay, now I'm getting a little out of hand)
I'm reminded of all the times I've screwed with the Socialists and Communists around town who set up little kiosks to hand out their propaganda. You can tell by the look of them that they're spoiled rich kids whose grandparents were probably collaborators back in the day. When they approach me to hand me their flyers and explain their nonsensical beliefs, I just look at them and say in my sweetest most polite voice, "Non, merci. Je suis un Fasciste." My wife gets pissed, but it's fun to watch the color drain out of their faces.
Power to the people!