The oldest profession in the world

Photo Agence QMI, Sebastien St-Jean
François Legault

Richard Martineau

Thursday, 25 January 2018 05:00

UPDATE
Thursday, 25 January 2018 05:00

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Well, that’s it.

The round promises morons begins.

More the date of the elections approaches, politicians are going to roll the hips and multiply winks to draw us into their bed.

“Tu montes, chéri ? I’ll catapult to the seventh heaven, you’ll see, trust me, I’m gonna love you like one has ever loved you before, I’m gonna love you farther than your dreams have imagined… “

We think we’re on the rue Saint-Denis in Paris.

A parade of péripatéticiennes wrinkled that wiggle, dandinent and lick their chops…

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

In the words of Georges Clemenceau : “It never lies as much as before an election, during war and after hunting… “

What makes me laugh, the politicians in the campaign, it is that they really think that they believe.

I am going to lie, that is one thing. What I do not accept, what I find particularly insulting is that I would be taken for a fool.

Lower school taxes by $ 1.3 billion, as the promises of the CAQ ? When you want to at the same time implement the kindergarten to four years ?

Sorry, but not need to have received the Nobel for economics to see that it does not balance.

Politicians make me think of Eliane Gamache Latourelle, the pharmacist, who is a millionaire. When it’s too good to be true, it is not true.

One is not born the last rain, you know perfectly well what is going to happen.

Twenty-four hours after you have taken the power, you are going to do as Valerie Plant, and you are going to say : “Ah ben bonyenne, we have seen the books and it was discovered that the deficit left by the previous administration is larger than expected. Fact that we may not realize all the promises that you have made in the last month. Sorry, and thank you for having voted for us.

“By the way, v’là an increase in taxes ! “

NOT BUILT TO LAST

Do you know what ? With time, you eventually lower their expectations.

More a promise is big, now, the less it excites me.

Looks like one of my friends : “More of the guys is John Holmes, the more I know that it does not have large-thing in his pants… “

What I want, what are realistic commitments. The longer you promise me the sea and the world, and that one stops to talk to me as if I was six years old.

I have 56 years old, for heaven’s sake, I know that father Christmas does not exist. Then, take off your false belly and tell me the real business. Do not promise me not a trip to Disneyworld if you don’t even have the means to buy me a Lego Star Wars.

You say that you are tanned to hear people say that politicians are all whores ?

Perfect.

Then, prove to us the contrary.

Stop doing the sidewalk, take off your makeup cheap and you can ask to our intelligence.

Make sure that the bébelles that you put in the showcase are available in the store.

And if you sell crab, give us the crab, not pollock.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush ? Perfect.

Similarly, a realization of modest is better than two big broken promises…