"Acts of vandalism no more reflect the vast majority view in France then such acts in other countries."

I have to agree with this regarding the vandalism. However, I do have some hard feelings against france and I believe rightfully so.

I can summarize my feelings for the french attitude toward america by sharing a small story of something that really happened to me.

This guy I went to high school with and pretty much thought highly of since he was a better wrestler than myself and all, came home to settle by in his folks house after his life pretty much feel apart. He had in his many years as a roving prodigal, killed a few folks while in the service of some motorcylce gang and done a bit of time in the big house.

Anyway, so he gets out and moves in with his folks two houses over. All the people around our neighborhood pretty much shuned him like a pariah. But not I. I treated him with respect even thought it was clear he had lingering problems with drug usage and alcohol. 1 night in a big snow storm, he decided to go horseback riding in the mountain range by my behind my land and simultaneously slamming some booze. He ended up spread eagle in the sub zero temperatures in the snow a few miles out on the trail. The guy riding with him couldn't help him because he is one of those angry violent drunk types. So his friend comes to my door in the middle of hte night waking me from a dead sleep. "Raif has fallen and he can't get up. He's gonna freeze to death. Can you come help me haul him back in.". Of course I grabbed my shoes, forgot my damn glooves and took off after him on my ATV. I won't even go into trying to load his dumb ass on the 4 wheeler while deflecting his blows in my direction. All the way back he goes through bouts of crying and then forgetting who I am and trying to break my ribs and sometimes just go limp where I have to hold him from falling. It was truly pathetic that this grown man could not or rather would not defend/ care for himself. So we got him back just in time to avoid death by Hypothermia.

Anyway to make a long story short, he asked me, a few weeks later to allow him to breed his aging Rottwielr male to my Rotty female so he could get a sire from his favorite dog before he died. I agreed. He ended up taking my dog whilst in his care to a drug dealer and trading her for drugs. He then told me some lame ass story about someone coming a robbing her from his pen while leaving his own Rott. So anyway, that was his thank you for me saving his very life.

THAT is how I feel about the French and their attitude toward America! But you know what, if Nazi's were invading Paris this minute, we'd be there tommorrow, cause that's the kind of friend America is. But it does suck when friends stab you in the back, especially after you stick your neck out for them.

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