When it comes to outlandish gestures of mindless moonbattery, who could possibly top electing as president an unqualified ultra-left community organizer who has spent his life surrounded by communists, mainly on the grounds that his father was from Kenya? The answer is Colette Armand.
Like many young women in love, Colette Armand believes she was hit by a coup de foudre when she first saw her future husband. ‘The attraction was instant,’ she says. ‘We had an immediate connection.’
Photographs testify to the strength of their bond, showing a beaming young couple clearly delighted by each other’s company.
That, however, is where the conventional nature of their romance ends. For Colette’s intended is a Masai warrior whose home is a mud hut on the vast African plains.
Meitkini’s tribe have no possessions and no running water, and their food is either plucked from the ground or killed with a spear.
Nonetheless, after a courtship of three years, Colette, 24, is preparing to abandon all the comforts of her western lifestyle to join her life permanently with his.
Colette says she has no regrets about trading her upper middle class lifestyle for the hand-to-mouth existence of a savage:
“I have no problem with giving up my western ways. When I’m [in Kenya] I feel so alive and free. Living with the tribe has taught me to live in the present.”
Next time you see a drunk passed out in the gutter, don’t pity him. He’s living in the present, alive and free.
On a tip from Incitatus. Cross-posted at Moonbattery.