The French confirm they're smarter and morally superior to Americans, without breaking a sweat

It's not really a fair fight to pick on the US for not being smart...a core principle at the center of our national identity is anti-intellectualism.   How else can you not observe international law?  Because it's created by smart people.   Deny global warming?   Because scientists have confirmed it.  Continue to eat toxic foods by the pound?   Because some doctors think you need nutrients and should avoid ambient toxins. Consume nothing but pop film and art?   Because the more talented artists are just trying to make us feel inferior--and besides, I never read subtitles.

I'm above average, so don't trust me.  And don't trust Andy Borowitz writing in The New Yorker, who makes exactly the same point that the U.S. just came in last.   Again.  I think Borowitz is smart too, from what I hear, so be sure to ignore him.

So, 66% of the French were taking a (healthy, relaxing) walk in the park when they elected Emmanuel Macron Sunday.  We happened to see the Pulitzer Prize winning American drama Sweat that day, which is, you guessed it, about a bunch of really stupid people who distrust success and blame all their problems on some one else.   Here, we give first place prizes to literature where dumb people resent every one and do themselves harm at every turn.

Macron also brings a poignant love story to Paris...he's married to his high school drama teacher Brigitte Trogneux who fell in love with him when he was 16.   His parents objected, so she stayed away from Emmanuel...until he turned 18.   They've been together ever since.

Add another easy French victory for being more tolerant and romantic than Americans.   Not surprising for a country that's ranked in the high 20's among all countries in the world in literacy, and is still afraid to talk about good sex.

Welcome to the US!   Dumb, unhappy, suspicious of all others, unhealthy, and underemployed.  And wicked proud of it.

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