In order to fully appreciate this little medley you must read it to the tune of Frere Jacques:  "Brazen Burqa, Brazen Burqa, all around, over town, some-body call PoPo, what's un-der there we don't know, take it off, i need a croissant. Brazen Burqa, Brazen Burqa, your face don't show, so you must go, do like all the rest of us, flaunt what God has given us, like a Ho, like a Ho. 

This is my silly way of laughing at things that anger me.  I'm ranting about my distaste for the new law past in France to ban Muslim Women from walking the streets dressed like ME.