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Sarko, you disgusting piece of repulsive slime.
I knew you hated me and feared me because I'm going to beat you to a small bleeding pulp come the next elections, but even you should be above breaking into my flat to rummage in my sock drawer. And don't begin to tell me you had minions do it - this had your fingerprints all over it. Who else would paw through my watches? Not that they're as big, flashy and nouveau riche as yours, of course.
You think you can break my spirit by invading my privacy, don't you? Well, you're heavily mistaken, mister. First, it won't serve you to break into my Parisian flat - don't you know I don't live there any more? I have retreated into my personal fiefdom of Poitou-Charentes, where I rule as the uncontested sovereign the people love (not that you'd ever understand what it feels like to be supported by popular approval). And nothing, nothing do you hear, will stop me from taking over the PS and then the country. Like Jeanne d'Arc, I shall ride a metaphorical white horse as I arrive in the Elysée to take over and guide us all into a new era of shining glory that will contrast with the reign of terror and gloom you have instaurated. I shall overcome! And you won't stop me!
I will merely suggest you occupy your time reading my latest manifesto instead of breaking and entering in other people's places. It might inspire one lone good idea into your thick skull and thus make the task easier for me when I become President.
I knew you hated me and feared me because I'm going to beat you to a small bleeding pulp come the next elections, but even you should be above breaking into my flat to rummage in my sock drawer. And don't begin to tell me you had minions do it - this had your fingerprints all over it. Who else would paw through my watches? Not that they're as big, flashy and nouveau riche as yours, of course.
You think you can break my spirit by invading my privacy, don't you? Well, you're heavily mistaken, mister. First, it won't serve you to break into my Parisian flat - don't you know I don't live there any more? I have retreated into my personal fiefdom of Poitou-Charentes, where I rule as the uncontested sovereign the people love (not that you'd ever understand what it feels like to be supported by popular approval). And nothing, nothing do you hear, will stop me from taking over the PS and then the country. Like Jeanne d'Arc, I shall ride a metaphorical white horse as I arrive in the Elysée to take over and guide us all into a new era of shining glory that will contrast with the reign of terror and gloom you have instaurated. I shall overcome! And you won't stop me!
I will merely suggest you occupy your time reading my latest manifesto instead of breaking and entering in other people's places. It might inspire one lone good idea into your thick skull and thus make the task easier for me when I become President.