France is too socialist for me

Newly married a few weeks ago, my wife and I flew to Europe for our honeymoon.

Which would have made the EFF happy because Europe is where they want white South Africans to go. However, we returned to South Africa a few weeks later, which wouldn’t have made the EFF happy.

We had hired a boat in the south of France, on which we would eat, sleep, have sex, and travel the canals for a week, riding bicycles to explore the towns and villages along the way. On top of that, we spent time in Paris, high-speed trains (first class, obviously), and Euro Disney. As one does.

Smoking cigars; drinking champagne; living on a boat in the south of France. Anything else is too middle class.

France is beautiful.

The old architecture is magnificent; the classic scenery is stunning; and the snapshots of antiquity - from the ancient castles to Versailles - are incredible.

But that’s pretty much what France is.


Notre-Dame looks terrible after that devastating fire. You know, the one that was an “accident”.

As my brother-in-law said, today’s French don’t deserve their history.

They’re lazy and caught up in a culture of mediocrity. If they don’t feel like working, then they close shop. As one local answered me,

“Will zay open tomorrow morneeng? Maybeee. Maybeee not. Zis eez France.”

And don’t expect shops to be open on a Monday. Saturday and Sunday are the weekend and, apparently, so is Monday. All we wanted was a bottle of water, which we eventually found, but after some world class googling.

Sure, it’s a first-world country and everything works - unlike here in South Africa - but I don’t see that persisting too far into the future.

Liberté, égalité, fraternité.

That’s French for “liberty, equality, fraternity”, and is the national motto. Everywhere we went, we saw it written on a wall, on a plaque, or on a miniature Eiffel Tower for sale outside the massive Eiffel Tower.

It was a cold, wet day when we ascended the majesticness of the Eiffel Tower.

It was a cold, wet day when we ascended the majesticness of the Eiffel Tower.

France’s unemployment rate is around 10% and hasn’t improved in the last decade. The cost of living has substantially increased since the formation of the European Union and upswing in government regulations.

There is a distinct working class atmosphere. Even in Paris, we saw a significant number of people using public transport, bicycles, and those little electric scooters we rode as kids. A relatively wealthy Frenchman with whom I chatted, pointed out that being rich is frowned upon for some reason. Between Cape Town International Airport and our house half an hour away, we saw more expensive cars on the road than we did throughout our entire stay in France.

Locals told me that they “work to survive”. Some even said that they’re thinking of emigrating because “there’s no future in France”, citing mass unskilled immigration, high taxes, the EU, and the gradual destruction of their national identity.

Government spending is around 56% of GDP. The Institut Économique Molinari found that “typical workers” in France pay higher taxes than any of their European counterparts. And France’s Code du Travail (“labour code”) is 1600 pages of insane labour laws. And that’s just the tip of the Eiffel Tower.

Basically, the people are living off their history and being slowly suffocated by the state.

So much for liberté, égalité, and fraternité.