This is a French term which requires to the endless paperwork, often taking years and years, needing in dealing with the French bureaucracy. I think it is feminine and should be “La Paperasse,” but I am too tired to check. Today was hell, and I have not been able to eat a thing. I don’t think I am going to bother vlogging about what has been going on with me here over the past decade. There is litigation involved but I plan to take it to the International Court in Strasbourg. I’ve never lost a lawsuit — not in France, not in the USA. Unfortunately, when you win, it can be a Phyrric victory. I am not only up against a slew of evil-doers, I am up against some very high figures in the administration. I am also still fighting with the US government over my back disability benefits. I don’t want money, I want justice, and I want the BS to stop. People just patiently cash their checks and worry about their cocktails. (Not that we have real cocktails in France, but you get the idea.) That stinks. I am not just fighting for my own life and dignity, I am fighting for every sentient being who is vulnerable, mistreated, ignored. This meeting was supposed to take place on February 21, and I had been waiting about a year for it. They called me and pushed it forward to today. They were late, and kept me there for more than two hours. No one here speaks English and you have to have all your papers in order and be quiet, calm and polite. But I socked it to ‘em. No one defends me. In the …
