Oh no! The fury of France! Quick, step out of the way!
(sorry, but this is a heaven-sent opportunity, and I'm going to have some fun with it).
Tough call. I found nine selections I could "strongly support," and two I could probably support.
I am not american, btw, but I'm the Canadian kid of a Briton, so that accounts for one of my choices. (the I'm not american but I hate France anyway selection - which, since it is in there, sort of weakens your whole plan to exclude non-americans).
I'd always thought that at the end of my liberal education I should allow myself one irrational prejudice, and this is it. And, to be fair, it's not that I hate French people, and I must say I absolutely LOVE French women (Sophie Marceau!!! Juliet Binoche!!! Catherine Deneuve!!! The wonderful things French women do with straight dark hair!!).
But France as an INSITTUTION, a nation-state, an ideal and a way of being brings out the worst in me.
I can't help but laugh at the Economist surveys that show that the French bathe less than other G8 nations.
Or that the ridiculous arguments about the length of the working week, and the civil servants patrolling parking lots so they can rat on people who stay at work late.
Or Charles De Gaulle sitting on the radio on 6th June 1944 announcing that D-Day was all his brilliant idea - and oh, "by the way, Hitler, don't worry, there will be no other landings." Thanks, fella! Oh and that whole "vive le Quebec Libre!" thing while he was the guest of a major trading partner and liberator? Thanks!
Or Monty Python's brilliant end-scene to "The Holy Grail."
Or the endless scenes of near-childish bravado in the Guns of August, where the French generals insist on dismissing anything sane with some arrogant expression or other. Red pants on the modern battlefield? "Les pantalons rouges, c'est France!" Reserves in the front line? "Les reserves, c'est zero!" Air recon? "Le aeroplane, c'est zero!"
Or the commander of the French division in Desert Shield being a tempermental and uncooperative fool, so much so that even the Arabians found him impossible to deal with.
I don't know what it is: when Niall Ferguson writes about the stupidity of British decisions in "The Pity of War," my brow furrows, and I get angry, or ponder his arguments gravely. But when he refers to the "French soldiers trying to implement the insane Plan XVII," on the other hand, you can't help but chuckle in the knowledge that the French actually had a consensus belief in their stupid plan, where the British army was full of critics who knew it was stupid but had no influence.
And I'm still pissed about that whole Hundred Years War thing. Obviously, France is English territory by Royal birthright and Treaty. Obviously! Why did they persist in thinking otherwise? And think of how much better off it would be if it had stayed that way!
It's just that there is something, well, "c'est ridicule" or whatever about the national attitude France has about itself. It sticks it's chin out, gets hit and doesn't even realize it happened, and sticks it out again. A little humility would help.
So, sorry, nothing personal! Can't help it. Wish I could cure it.
I can't.
Richard III