He began as the Minister of marine in the administration of French President Casimir-Perier and somehow got himself elected as the Republican nominee because the two other Republicans were really hated by other Republicans and the party wanted someone who was plain, boring and offended nobody so they put little old innocuous Félix on the ballot and sacre bleu he unexpectedly, and against all odds, won the blooming thing.
People making the big decisions have many different ways of coping with the pressure of running their country, some took the chance to grow closer to their citizens. Some take the opportunity to put right some inequalities and make life easier for the poorest in society but he gazed out across the landscape of the Champs-Élysées that first day, wiped away a tear, and calmly promised that he would get drunk and screw to a degree hitherto unseen in French society and that takes some doing because infidelity in the workplace in France is what teapot's are to England.
His Presidential seal spent the 4 years of his presidency alongside the crumpled underwear of many mademoiselles but his final booty call was to Marguerite Steinheil who i'm not saying was a bike, but she had more riders than the Tour de France cycling race.
During a 'game' of pirates, he was all set to splice her main-brace when just as he got to the ho-ho-ho bit, something inside his head went twang and he shuffled off his mortal coil as well as his trousers.
I know that if they could do such a thing, most men would already have made arrangements to meet their makers in the exact same way but not only did he die happy, but in the most way French way possible.
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