Va, va, va.
Va.
Va, va, va.
Dear Grandma,
This little map of Vendée,
where we are for a few days,
all contributes to what we are passionate about,
pleasant moments,
the warm sea,
the magnificent sun.
We will come to visit you when we return.
I will call you before.
And here, for the check,
you shouldn't have sent me so much.
I kiss you very hard, my Grandma.
Odile.
Va, va, va, va.
Dear Julie,
do you remember the water castle with the
horse that made the windmills with its tail?
It is no longer there.
Here,
the weather is rather nice and everything is fine.
I hope that for you too,
I have a loving thought for you.
Yes.
I imagine that reading these postcards didn't leave you indifferent.
Do you remember when we were children,
during the holidays or the end of the year parties,
writing a little postcard to a great uncle,
a great aunt that we were completely into?
Va, va, va.
Va,
va, va.
Va, va, va.
Va, va, va.
So,
we would leave this simple task by signing at the bottom of the card,
or our parents would dictate us a somewhat unpleasant formula.
At the time,
we didn't realize that the sight of a child's writing on a postcard
could illuminate the day of an old person living alone.
Today,
I realize that time is moving at an incredible speed.
Time is turning back and the years are already behind us.
The best is already behind us.
So,
I ask you the question,
is the best still behind us?
No,
I want it to be in front of us tonight.
Today,
of course, time has passed.
When I come home,
tired of all this work and responsibilities,
when I open my mailbox today,
it is I who would like to receive more cards.
I realize that things have changed over time,
and yet
I still have this heart of a teenager,
these dreams of a child,
this love in me that burns,
this desire to live in the wind.
So,
some nights,
all this becomes too strong,
all this stirs in me in a way that is too
overwhelming for me to resist.
I feel an energy coming,
I feel an anxiety in my throat,
I feel my heart tightening,
I need love, I need to live,
I need you, I need a steak frit.
Yes,
I want a big steak with fries.
It is my desire, my dream,
my love, my happiness.
I want a bowl of this diet,
a bowl of these grilled fish,
a bowl of seafood.
I want pâté,
I want rillette,
I want alligator,
pâté,
sauté,
couscous,
mouillabaisse.
Yes,
yes,
and then pinard, pinard and beer,
and cheese.
Damn it!
On the other hand,
if I am brought frozen fries to my plate,
then I say,
no,
it's fine,
it's fine,
five minutes.
I want frozen food,
a bowl of this time when everything is frozen,
when TV shows are frozen,
when political programs are frozen,
ladies and gentlemen.
The world economy itself is frozen,
but you, you, are you frozen?
No,
your hearts are hot,
your soul is warm.
Tonight, I propose to you
to join me in the revolution of the association.
I propose to you to defrost Paris,
to defrost France.
I propose to you to vote for me in the next elections.
Do you think that it is by constantly
influencing industries that are already high,
such as the automobile industry,
for example,
that we will succeed in doing something,
to reconnect with the greatness of France?
Well, no, of course not.
Because we have the Chinese in our asses,
and they are tough, bastards.
Only I want to tell you one thing.
Do the Chinese know how to make a good camembert?
No. Do the Chinese know how to make a good sausage?
No. Do they know how to make a good wine?
No.
Between us,
I have already tasted Chinese wine,
I will not add to it.
Do they know how to make a baguette?
Yes, but of bread?
No.
So,
we need to find the greatness of France,
reconnect with its true traditions.
Look, in wartime,
the French mobilized massively to build ammunition,
tanks, planes, military equipment.
They
invented bayonets with sophisticated systems to gut people's guts.
We are at war.
It is no longer a question of building massive ammunitions,
but of building massive rillettes.
Of cheese,
wine and beer.
Yes,
let's make war with a rifle sausage.
Not a bayonet, not a flower, no, a sausage.
We are very happy that Barack Obama was elected,
of course.
It is not only about that.
Look,
a hamburger,
whether it is a Democrat or a Republican,
is always made from frozen meat,
taken from a cow raised in a dairy.
A cow that has never known love.
Or like that, quickly.
It did not have time to flirt.
I think that cows are also allowed to go to a concert,
listen to some guitar,
around a campfire,
smoke a joint.
If I am elected,
I will free cows,
ladies and gentlemen.
I will free cows, I will free pigs,
I will free chickens.
We were promised too much that we would
free pigs and chickens and nothing.
But if I am elected, I will do it.
I suggest you vote for me in the next elections.
Anyway...
No,
no, really, you know, no.
No, thank you, no.
I am happy,
but you know,
the time is serious,
the economic situation is critical,
there are many people who suffer.
I think we need to keep reason and dignity and be aware that deep
down we can find this weapon to give back the greatness to France.
Visualize this sausage in the sky.
It will not be the first time that you have
voted for a program a little stupid anyway.
So I tell you, ladies and gentlemen,
damn it,
we will not let ourselves be * off.
Neither God nor master.
But...
But fries!
Very big fries!
Damn it!
Rice!