I knew no one in Paris.
All the hotels were being used for quarantine.
I thought if I stayed up all night drinking absinthe in a cafe, I could crash in the day on the lawn outside the Lourve.
No one told me that Paris was a melting pot.
Everyone from third and fourth world shit holes was now claiming the city as their own.
I couldn't find one French-speaking person in the city.
The French were doomed.
Every day the Africans were rioting.
When they weren't rioting, you had Algerians and Lybians who loved nothing better than bombing up cafes and cultural centers.
Catholic churches were their main target.
France's social security system was under threat.
It just couldn't afford to pay for the newly arrived refugees from Sierra Leonne and Ghana.
Africans were like the plague.
'More like locusts,' said Max, 'they eat everything in sight.'
The Africans had their skin color as their ticket to ride.
You could never see their facial expressions because of their dark skin and they blended into the night.
'They are even a threat to the Muslims,' said Max. 'That's why Langely is really thinking hard about who are our real enemies.'
It was Africa. When they weren't spreading AIDS, they were carriers of ebola.
'They are dirty fucks,' said Max.
I never doubted it for one moment.
Then a Molotov cocktail flew over our heads.
A gang of Africans were in looting mode.
The world owed them.
'Not on my shift,' said Max, who pulled out his Glock.
Those niggers ran for their dear lives.
They even dropped their knives.
'Cowards,' said Max, who suggested we fly out of this shit hole country.
All the hotels were being used for quarantine.
I thought if I stayed up all night drinking absinthe in a cafe, I could crash in the day on the lawn outside the Lourve.
No one told me that Paris was a melting pot.
Everyone from third and fourth world shit holes was now claiming the city as their own.
I couldn't find one French-speaking person in the city.
The French were doomed.
Every day the Africans were rioting.
When they weren't rioting, you had Algerians and Lybians who loved nothing better than bombing up cafes and cultural centers.
Catholic churches were their main target.
France's social security system was under threat.
It just couldn't afford to pay for the newly arrived refugees from Sierra Leonne and Ghana.
Africans were like the plague.
'More like locusts,' said Max, 'they eat everything in sight.'
The Africans had their skin color as their ticket to ride.
You could never see their facial expressions because of their dark skin and they blended into the night.
'They are even a threat to the Muslims,' said Max. 'That's why Langely is really thinking hard about who are our real enemies.'
It was Africa. When they weren't spreading AIDS, they were carriers of ebola.
'They are dirty fucks,' said Max.
I never doubted it for one moment.
Then a Molotov cocktail flew over our heads.
A gang of Africans were in looting mode.
The world owed them.
'Not on my shift,' said Max, who pulled out his Glock.
Those niggers ran for their dear lives.
They even dropped their knives.
'Cowards,' said Max, who suggested we fly out of this shit hole country.
