Let's look forward. Let's find a common mission to save our souls.
The magic number is three. Ask my daughters. Amélia and Charlotte, I am trying to do better, for you. It's their father's birthday today. Thank you, Jean‑François.
The impact of post-traumatic stress disorder, the ultimate violence that we were all willing to give to all humans—mind, body and soul.... You paid millions to train me, and then you discarded me.
The social value of a garbage can is billions of dollars that we prefer to invest in war.
This is what happened about two weeks ago.
A good friend of mine found a lady intoxicated who had passed out in a pool of blood. The lady knew she was pregnant, but she was afraid to go to the hospital. She wasn't safe there—they would steal her kid. She gave birth on a freezing evening. She didn't have a red coat to keep her warm. She had multiple layers of dirty clothes.
Two superwomen dressed me today, with their honesty.
It's a trigger. I've been strangled before—many times—but I wanted to wear this trigger to show you about all of the money you invest in soldiers.
We invest millions of dollars. The prostitute's pay they send me every month... It's a luxury credit card for $30,000.
I've been asking for help, and people say, “What's in it for me?”
What time do we have? Is it done? I'm sorry.
Next person, please....