It’s panic… The bedbugs have decided to get out of their beds. Facetious, they take the train, the metro, go to the cinema, invite themselves to schools. And tomorrow, climbing? Will they arrive in restaurants and hotels, in the office? No one wants to bring one of these junk home, then move out after contaminating the entire building. In Paris, obviously, a few months before the Olympic Games, the situation is worrying. This is an advertisement that the capital could do without. So, what can you do to forget this potential scourge, reduce anxiety and distract yourself? You can watch speeches by Sandrine Rousseau on YouTube. She is always very funny.
We can also listen to this group, which we just discovered by chance: the Vulves Assassines (photo). These young women make electro-punk-rap. They have songs with catchy titles: I like the cock but not yours, It’s me who fucks you, Do you want to fuck?, Unemployed wanker, La Retraite or Das Kapital. Because the Murderous Vulvas are into politics. We immerse ourselves in this work, we emerge more intelligent.
To hell with bedbugs. Their song Le Préfet, for example: a masterpiece of finesse… “He has Mussolini’s cap / He has the Gestapo coat / Pinochet’s carnivorous smile / He has the gray complexion / From the Vichy regime. » Obviously, men are at the heart of their poetry: all machos obsessed with the size of their machines, bodybuilding fanatics to boot. They could start a band called the Penis Avengers, but no one would be amused.