But French crackers will sit there and wonder why I hate them to death. They can’t just fuckin leave like the unasked-for, unwanted thieves they are-- no, gotta sew another hundred hecatombs of death in the motherland just because they cracker-assed feelings got hurt by they eviction. Death to France, may its masterworks be rendered rubble and its grounds be salted. I dream of a world where the Eiffel Tower has become a slag pile, and the Notre Dame Cathedral burned for the final time.

Anything seems possible now at this point, France is in turmoil like all Imperialist states hollowed out by neoliberalism, and a wounded animal is prone to lash out. The Sahel states seem to be aware of this but I truly hope that they understand that no treaty is possible, no appeasement will work. France and their masters America will do the same to them as Libya and and now Syria.

I wonder if this will drag NATO and AFRICOM into it.

I’ve been reading “Africa’s last colonial currency” by Fanny Pigeaud and Ndongo Samba Sylla. It’s pretty good.

Also as someone living in people here are really, really fucking oblivious to their colonial past and present. It’s really fucking disgusting and has radicalized me to a very large degree.