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Strategies & Market Trends : Anthony @ Equity Investigations, Dear Anthony, -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: SalemsHex who wrote (84972)	7/28/2003 10:25:59 PM
From: scion	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 122087

The alien and the immigrants.... From one of his very badly-written self-published "novels" You see, the first time I went to the Pal De Justice to obtain the Carte De Sejour, the line of people waiting to get Carte De Sejour’s extended half-way around the building. It was a line not unlike the one I had waited in at Orly airport with the hygienically challenged immigrants from Beirut. I just said, "fuck it"! I’ll come back "tomorrow", which I did. The problem was, on my return visit, the next day; the line was even longer! In my mind this lethal combination of long lines, ninety-degree heat, thick humidity and foreign immigrants from any country where a camel is the preferred choice of travel, equated, in my mind anyway, to one big, fucking, red flag! I told myself I’d take care of the Carte De Sejour matter when the lines weren’t "so long". By now the three months had elapsed, so I just figured, " Oh well, I tried! There’s really nothing I can do about it now anyway; the three months have expired. I’ll get around to remedying the situation when I have more time." I interrupted her mid-sentence, by this time she was rambling on about something to do with her father’s "dual citizenship" or some other bullshit I couldn’t give two fucks about. I said to her, "Carte De Sejour? What happened with your Carte De Sejour?" She backtracked to allow me to catch-up, she said, " Weren’t you listening? Ugh! What I said was … that my purse was lost, though I believe it was stolen … but I won’t get back on that topic. When I attempted to leave France for the holidays, I was detained at customs because I didn’t have a Carte De Sejour! They wouldn’t let me leave the country! " I figured I’d better do something about my residency status toute suite! I assumed everything would be fine. I had all the documentation required to obtain the Carte De Sejour, I’m sure that the officials would be sympathetic to the reason for my tardiness. Shit! I might even grab one of the stinky ##### out of the line and make the clerks perform a sniff test on the rancid motherfucker, " Smell the stinky #### for yourself! Can you blame me? Any motherfucker who smells this ripe should be admitted immediately into a fucking hospital, eh?" They might just give me dual citizenship status and issue me a French passport for my trouble! I, again, stood in line with all the other fucks seeking to obtain a precious Carte De Sejour. The line was long and I estimated that in the half an hour I had already been waiting in it, that we had moved maybe one foot! I estimated that I was standing about one-quarter mile from the doorway leading into the bureau. I figured it this way … there’s approximately five-thousand and two-hundred feet in a mile, divide that by four and that gives you approximately one-thousand and three-hundred feet in a quarter mile. At the speed of two feet per hour (one foot every thirty minutes)…. To travel the one thousand and three hundred feet, it will take…. (Where the fuck’s Fabrice when you need him?) One hundred and fifty-six thousand minutes, or …one hundred and eight days, or … fifteen weeks, or … three and a half months! After doing the math, I gave my space in line to some curry-soaked, soap-deprived immigrant motherfucker from some middle-east country that has a strong disdain for water, and I was on my merry fucking way! "Fous-moi!" I think I finally understood the method to their madness. By this time I was a veteran of waiting in lines comprised of stinky, immigrant fucks from all over the world. Shit, by this time I had waited in lines with stinky fucks from Pakistan, stinky fucks from Iraq, and stinky fucks from Iran, just to name a few. It had become crystal clear to me why it was done this way! The three and a half month wait it would require to wait in line to obtain a Carte De Sejour, in and of itself, by law, according to my math, requires a Carte De Sejour! It dawned on me that this was by design, to keep all the stinky fu*cks outside, in the fresh air, until they could all be deported!