Julien Hoez is the editor of "The French Dispatch." He wants Americans to know he, his fellow countrymen, and other soft people are sick of America. Oh, well.
Julien Hoez (@JulienHoez) ~ I don’t think that Americans quite understand just how sick and tired of their bullshit we Europeans actually are.
First of all, apparently Julian is a "Hoe," and secondly ...

Oh, and Julian ...

Wonder if he knows Americans don't think of him at all.

ℒ (@FletchMatlock) ~ I don't know what we did to piss in their Wheaties, but it’s been meltdown after meltdown here this morning. Anyway ...


Emily Zanotti (@emzanotti) ~ It’s not that we don’t understand ... it’s that we don’t care.

Bonchie (@bonchieredstate) ~ Cool. Defend yourselves and pay for your own welfare states.
Oh, and ...

Sour Patch Lyds (@sourpatchlyds) ~ I've never thought it necessary to say I don't care about zombified collections of countries that don't matter at all, but here Julien is proving how much the U.S. matters to him. It's kind of cute!
Americans fly to Europe to gawk at cathedrals, sip overpriced wine, and pretend four-week vacations are normal. That’s not "newfound respect"; it’s just a field trip to a continent that figured out how to make leisure a human right while the rest of us are still grinding 60-hour weeks.
Think of it like crashing at your buddy’s apartment for the weekend: the one who never quite finished college, has great weed, and somehow pays rent by "consulting."
You love the vibe, you post the sunsets, you swear you’ll move there someday; then Monday hits and you’re back on the 6 a.m. train because rent is due and your 401(k) won’t fund itself.
K9 (@meaculpaK9) ~ We don’t have to be friends or allies. Truth is, we never were. Sovereignty is our choice, servitude is yours. Good luck.
Europeans Discover Americans Aren’t Losing Sleep Over Their Tantrum
http://twitchy.com/justmindy/2025/12/06/julien-hoez-french-dispatch-europe-is-sick-of-america-n2422526

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted. ~ D.H. Lawrence