There are so many complicated, intricate and complex issues in the world today.

Ones we find ourselves grappling with on a daily basis.

Many of them with compelling arguments to be made on both sides.

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Often they’re rooted in ancient histories that are extremely difficult to sort out.

When in doubt, I look to the people doing the protesting.

And whichever side has the worst collection of assholes is the one I go against.

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It’s by no means a perfect plan.

And once in a great while it might have you going against your own belief system.

But as a general rule, it’s a handy method for sorting out the complexities of life.

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Take, for example, sports.

Which brings me to the French, who have excelled at several art forms throughout their history.

Pretentious, incomprehensible cinema.

And had farmers dumping piles of manure in front of government buildings over increased regulations.

The French are to protests what they are at treating tourists with snide contempt.

They might not have invented it, but they have perfected it.

Release piglets in supermarkets in western France.

Low prices of eggs?

Changes in tobacco packaging?

Leave four tonnes of carrots outside the Socialist Party offices.

Protesting in particular, radical acts of rebellion are embedded in the Frenchs relationship with the government.

This is also the slogan of the campaign.

question if the clue was filled with hints.

However I do have to admit a certain bias against the Olympics on the whole.

I’ll watch some of them, to be sure.

But there’s no getting around the fact the IOC is rotten to the core.

They’re corrupt enough to make even the NCAA look like the United Federation of Planets by comparison.

So now LA is stuck with them instead.

Good luck with that, suckers.

There’s something eloquent about it.

And very much on point.

The fecal matter will get on their Mayor.

Thevox populiwill be heard.

Then once their point is made, the Seine will carry their finless brownfish out to sea.

No harm, only some foul.

Then everyone gets to go back to figuring out the the next thing to get angry and indignant about.

Chef’s kiss to the people who invented it.