X Marks The Spot ...

So, April 22nd. The French vote.

Will it be the diminutive Hungarian, poof-hating Fascist?
The MILF?
The Man from No-Where?
A stuck-up farmer who smashed up a McDonalds 'restaurant'? (who's parents used to be researchers at the University of California)

... or the former paratrooper and founder of today's National Front Party who was kicked out of the European Parliament in April 2000 because of me?

You decide ... or not, as the case maybe.

Stu