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The evening of hiccups

Thursdays late evening taxis jostle for a place on the post at the corner of Amherst and St. Catherine. The bar next door parking is probably the place that works the strongest. Other bars in the Village we also make a good batch of potential customers.

That night, when I arrived around 2:30, there must be a dozen taxis waiting and I'm about to go my way when I see that the first two vehicles in the queue extinguish their lanterns and leave the job. So I settle on the position, saying that at this moment, I should not wait too long.

Ten minutes had barely elapsed when I first on the corner. I did not immediately switched off the engine that presents a couple arm in arm. In fact, they impede each other for not falling. They both have a big smile appears on my face and I can not help but smile when they make their coming grief and misery to crumble into the taxi.

man tells me a hilarious address while the woman drops a hiccup noise not usually that makes me return to my seat immediately.

- Do you need a small bag, ma'am?

- Give it to us therefore a big one, with what she drank at night, is sure she'll fill you! Answer man on your joker.

- Get out my Ho-le-HIIIIIIIC stie!

In perfect timing, I burst out laughing with the man. The noise made by his partner gasping is not trivial and although I feel that the woman adds a little to the gallery, is oddly surprising.

- There's nothing we have not tried the passenger said. The shot glass of water upside down, we did hold his breath for more than a minute, we put Tabasco in his drink. What we have done then darling?

- I always had that HIIIIIIIIC! Even in the womb, I had the hiccups.

- I told you always said you misery with your diaphragm. That's why I made vasectomy elsewhere!

They continue their conversation punctuated by the more sympathetic HIIIIIC! of women when I tell them I know a trick that might work.

When I feel that I have their attention, I let a few seconds, I jumped on the brakes and screamed as I turned to death. Their surprise was total. I entrust myself to ride as if nothing had happened.

The silence is heavy. Not because of what I'm doing, but we all expect with suspense, if she will get back to hiccup.

- Well Colosseum is past! Tell the woman who finally seems to have also sobered at once.

Man even more hilarious, outgoing slaps me in the back, saying he did not return. The woman told him that I deserve a damn big tip. Proud of my purpose, I laugh with them not telling them that this is the first time I try this.

They left the taxi always smiling, always arm in arm. I went back to pick up my drunk.

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I ride on Place D'Youville and arrived near the intersection McGill when a cyclist turns into a disaster at me forcing me to jump on the brakes to avoid hitting him. The bike continues its journey in the way as if nothing had happened. I stopped a few seconds remaining in the company of a passenger just as amazed as me. A little later I go down fairly quickly Saint-Hubert to the south where at one corner of Cherrier bixiste pass on his red a few meters in front of me. That one gave me a big desire to get to him to ask what price is worth his life.

Not a single week, not a single evening would take place without that I spend almost hit by one. How many times, it took me steer dangerously to avoid a cyclist coming out of a street or another does not comply with a stop or a light. The way they use their head, I wonder why some of them wear helmets.

I already hear the grumbling against taxi drivers in the city. I do not want from controversy, I myself have spent part of last month to get my pedal Malibu. I also bit the bullet and dropped a few insults towards reckless motorists. I also have taken risks to pass a bus m'empestant air or take a light about to change.

Like what, a medal always has two sides and when you find yourself an edge, necessarily, one has to see the misery of another.

As far as cyclists are not too inclined on reflection, as there are taxi drivers who can not see beyond their hood.

My friend Luke could tell you. Last week, he was picked up by an A-11 that was allegedly never seen. Three broken ribs, a pneumothorax and a hell of a lot of bruises. The taxi driver when he saw that he was recovering, he did not ask his rest and went. A fine case of hit and run on me.

It has a few weeks away recover. Tonight I am going to bring her reading, worse tapocher me with a couple.

J'ne not know yet if I will go by bike or taxi ...

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Revisionism?

revisionism or how it can distort the truth.

in 1958 'politicians' of the fourth republic, overtaken by events in Algeria have turned to de Gaulle considered to be the only man capable of find a solution to the tragedy algérien.Nous we remember, we had 30 years! Our members were looking for a Savior ...... Before the negligence of the 4th république.de toujous Gaulle had thought that one day the country would use him and he was available.For him it was necessary to restore France of stable institutions and to end these crises ministériellse repeated .. Remember ...... It was his true motivation.La war in Algeria gave him the opportunity. There was around him men who believe in power and for power. to set up an undemocratic regime, this seems obvious; De Gaulle's 'thank you' all, each other by suite.Attitude courageous and not without risk ....
de Gaulle had not the obsession with power, he had the obsession FROM FRANCE ......


The television last night, I have included''followed by''De Gaulle and Algeria, the price of pouvoir''était biased, manipulated by some nostalgic left resolutely anti-Gaullists but especially by elements of extreme droite.La truth has been truncated, distorted, blatantly flouted.

This is a clear case of deliberate and REVISIONISM ...... who does not honor their authors. A

when another program that will restore the truth, that many French people expect and especially those who followed de Gaulle in the résisatance .......