“Back off, snail gobbler!”
This might be old news. French Eurotrash socialist elitist can’t keep his aging tool under control, runs afoul of American sexual mischief laws that the EU and his home country consider quaint and ignorable, winds up in a concrete cell on Riker’s Island and is moved about within the New York justice system like the rodent he is.
His treatment in the US ignites furious blinking and drooling, butt-clenching, snivelling, enuresis, hanky-flicking, purse-swinging, and moustache-twirling among fellow Eurotrash inhabitants of his moral sewer. They defend him against American brutality and provincialism, on the grounds of his status and his feudal perquisites; they guarantee that he bathes every Saturday, is always proper with the fetching chickens at his manor house and never raped a capon who seems to have said “Non!!”. So far, these qualities aren’t codified in the EU Constitution as immunities from prosecution for sex crimes. Oversight.
Now we’re told that Strauss-Kahn tried to rape the god-daughter of his second wife. In Strauss-Kahn’s universe of friends and acquaintances, this might not even be morally objectionable unless it followed the consumption of a California wine. Whatta world, whatta world…
