Age of the F-Bomb

The suppression of manners and the power of the halfwit elite

Sometime during the 1920’s, at an exclusive party at Count Boni de Castellane’s, a great French lady felt herself beginning to die at the dinner table.  “Quick, bring the dessert,” she whispered to the waiter.

She was not overcome by greed.  She simply wished to hurry dinner along so as not to drop dead before the party rose from the table.  In other words, she did not wish to cause discomfort to those present.  Needless to say, the lady had impeccable manners.

Now please don’t get me wrong.  I do not expect anyone nowadays not to leave a room when feeling unwell in order not to cause discomfort to others.  I simply brought up a true story to illustrate how far our mores and manners have fallen these last 100 years.  Back then a grand lady dropping dead would have caused somewhat of a scandal.  The hostess of the dinner would have become associated with the death forevermore.  Such were the joys of a closed society.  Especially in Catholic France, where the old guard tried its best for years to resist the Napoleonic nouveaux, with their extraordinary titles granted to them by the emperor for having served him well on the battlefield.  (Boni de Castellane’s family was titled long before the great Corsican came along, and...

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