When a French page
boy tried to sell some stolen goods, he was caught red-handed
by police. "Sir, I'm absolutely ready to give myself
to the rightful owner of a couple of bronze water faucets
my family stole from her bathroom," the page boy said
behind his half-rabbit half-rat bronze mask. "The only
thing I ask is, for the owner to respect the human
rights of my grandpa who killed her son during the armed
robbery, to acknowledge the freedom of my partner if he fancies
to rape her daughter, to give liberty to her husband if he
wishes to have an affair with me, and to welcome my dear
friend, a professional thief, to work as her doorkeeper."
The page boy's grandpa or great
grandpa or great great greandpapa or equivalent
marches with his armed mates in 1860 into the
Forbidden City built by Chinese Emperors dating
back to early 15th century.
The page boy on his way to auction
his head stolen by his nation during the crusade
A French Style Lip Service
The road from Avenue des Champs Elysees to
my house was in bad condition. Every day, I dodged potholes
on the way to work, so I was relieved when one morning to
see construction crew working on the road and a big red sign
next to them erected by the Paris City Council that read:
We Care About Your Walking Rights.
Later, on my way home, I noticed the men were
gone and no improvement in the road. Where the crew had been
working stood a new, bright-yellow sign with the words, "Welcome
to Return Home, Rough Road Ahead."