Camus Had the Right Idea

Let's leave it at THAT, right?

Put it another way, there's a song by The Cure that nobody plays on the radio.

Today's charming news? A French woman will not soon forget how much fun it is to meet up with immigrants from Algeria.

Come on, ladies, don't be uptight whites. Understand that immigrants are maligned. They just want a chance.

They just want to meet a woman. All three. One after another. So? What's wrong with that, eh?

What the FUCK (literally) did this idiot bitch think she was doing?

What was this Farcebook conversation all about?

I doubt it was: "Hey, White Whore, we are three surly Algerian animals, and if you meet us, even in a park within view of the Eiffel Tower, we will drag you into the bushes and bang your brains out."

Did they treat her to traditional Algerian foreplay? Cut her with a knife and threaten to behead her?

I'm sure they were very Algerian in the afterglow of their romantic encounter: spit on her and call her names. Then walk away laughing harshly, patting each other on the back, and yapping about where to grab a falafel sandwich and some wine.