Francis Turner has written a piece that I could have written, only he’s not insane with rage and uses a lot fewer swear words.
That’s “the late” Limoges Hôtel de Ville (Town Hall), as it’s since been torched by Muslim/African/Communist (some overlap) rioters during the recent Scuffles.
Untouched by anyone (so far, we should be so lucky) are excrescences such as this:
…and our own inverted turdpile:
I don’t want to go on, for reasons of both repetitive boredom and depression. Read Francis’s piece instead.