Next time, the French Wokerati should fight their own wars

Paul Giamatti to the tune of "I'm Blue", Big Fat Liar, 2002.

Satire is such a wonderful vehicle for addressing contemporary political issues. Like the Olympics, where sometimes it's about sport.

The mainstream media is shoving the Paris Olympics down our throats. But like many other Australians, I want nothing to do with it.

The French have done everything possible to Woke it up this year. A current meme that suggests Norway took all the gold and silver at the Paris Olympics in 845 A.D. has my vote.

France is a free country, but so is Australia, and I hope none of our young working class men harm themselves in defence of France ever again.

Writing in the Unfiltered newsletter, Online Editor Alexandra Marshall had this to say:

‘The French’ is a phrase long uttered by those of English descent with a certain tone. Even Australians do it out of habit. I’m sure you’ve heard it. There are different varieties including, ‘How French…’ where being ‘tiresome in a French way’ has become an expression. Britain and France have been sibling nations throughout history, so it is logical that they annoy each other, but when it came to the Paris Olympics, the French managed to annoy most of the world. No doubt a second course of aggravation waits for us at the closing ceremony – unless they are busy re-writing chunks of it to avoid another scandal. Mind you, they’re French, so the closing ceremony might just be some dudes dressed as women wearing gold medals to symbolise the conquest of inclusivity. Anyway, my point is that Michael de Percy has written a great article telling the French that next time they get themselves into political hot water, they can sort it out themselves. Australia isn’t shipping their young men over to fight.

My latest in The Spectator Australia, Next time, the French Wokerati should fight their own wars.