The sores and proles ...

"For a year, he dissected all arguments conveyed on sensitive topics are limmigration, linsécurité and lislam. He analyzed the real statistics, met the best experts, husked JT, it turned and plunged into the alarmist speech confront them with reality. "
For a year he should rather try to live in "reality" ... all those who now no longer listen to fibs (ideological) sores ... like the fable below ... ;-)

The bobo and prole

The bobo having spoken,
For years,
Found herself lacking
When the war was coming:
Not one small piece
Phrase or a few good words,
Not even a trait of mind
Or clever joke
For stopgap.
No way to hide
Behind beautiful ideas,
Even in Saint Germain des Prés.
He went to look for help
At the prole who wasnt over its neighbor,
Historically,
Begging him to protect the
Against wild
Who invaded the city,
And against Barbarians
Who nallaient soon.
"I'll pay you, he said,
Jai means,
And months I will invite you Daoût
In my house in Provence
Where the mistral wind
And the cicadas sing.
I promise you, this is normal,
I left too,
We're friends. "
The prole is not stupid:
It has memory.
"What did you do in peacetime?
He said that funny.
_ I was talking,
I decided what he had to think.
I called the good guys, villains,
That they are small or that they are large,
Nobody néchappait
In my fury to judge.
Threw happy and sure of myself,
Regardless of month end.
From the bottom of my couch,
In my den of beautiful areas,
I moffusquais dune alleged insecurity.
I was defending the weak, especially foreigners,
Making sure the praise of all the intermingling
(After putting my children in private
Car must still not messing).
I relativisais
When this marrangeait,
And if threw embarrassed
In reality,
It was enough of a gesture
To return my jacket,
Always on the safe side.
Professional talker
Joccupais media
As much as I could.
I pérorais, I thought well.
I fustigeais the words "identity, authority"
I kept saying "amalgams, stigmatization"
And boxed well as "nauseating"
To provide galore
Bad opinions patents.
Javais companions
The nice Aymeric Caron
And the brave Jean-Luc Mélenchon.
I signed lots of petitions,
Do Loupais any event.
Generous threw my ideas
But I kept a keen eye
On my wallet,
To go traveling,
Mébahir to diversity
From our beautiful world,
Our round Earth.
In short, day and night, to all comers,
I was talking. That you dislike?
_ You were talking about? It makes me look good,
But I thank you,
Because I remain polite.
You were talking about? All worsened.
You were talking about? I will listen to you more
For a long time, fortunately.
You were talking about?
Well, get out now!
Or act quickly