Now that all the media glory for France’s masked shop-trashing thugs is over, something sad and quiet has happened in the wake of their violent “victory.”

France’s best and brightest are leaving France. One by one, they are leaving their homeland, in search of work, and a better life. They are heading to the savage lands, the lands of capitalism, the places denounced as inhuman, darwinian, American. Places that no French person supposedly would ever want to live.

France’s angry young men who actually believe this, taught well by their Marxist intellectual schoolmasters, rioted late last year to condemn that capitalism and to retain antiquated socialist labor laws, one of which was the right to be lazy.

Burning things, they scuppered Prime Minister Dominique de Villepin’s timid jobs-creation incentive law proposed for the young, which would have allowed the private sector some minimal labor flexibility in the hiring and firing of young people in first two years of work. The idea was to reduce the risk of hiring an untested worker, to ensure a company that if they got a lemon, they wouldn’t be stuck with him or her forever. And someone who wanted to work could be hired instead.

Because right now a job is forever in France.

Believe it or not, if you are a worker in France and you sleep on the job or don’t show up, or decide to abuse customers or talk on the phone with your friends all day long or take a six-hour lunch – your French company can’t get rid of you. Not only that, you have lavish and kingly benefits the day you walk into the office on your first day. You don’t have to earn them by steady work or staying power or moving up on the career ladder, it’s just given to you, in perpetuity. It’s a great deal for you, because you don’t have to put out, but it’s a horrible deal for your employer, who must produce that much more in excess value to subsidize your lack of productivity. In short, jobs are not jobs in France, they are sinecures.

That’s why so few jobs are forming in France.

Jobs are great things in France … if you can get one. Most French young people, the ones who don’t riot and trash shops, cannot. And if you are a young Arab-descended male, you can absolutely forget about it. You won’t get one. Welfare and ugly housing projects designed by the world’s most inhuman architects, emphasis cement, are the state’s alternative plans for you.

Job? Dunt mek me leff! Jobs are for white people! /s But not all white French people, only those with the family connections to actually land a job. As for the rest of the young people, white and Arab and African, too bad. In the past, such people were used as Napoleon’s cannon fodder, so such rabble have plenty to be grateful for in a new pre-programmed life of idleness by the state. Jobs are for old people who were there first, before you, they’re not for the young.

That’s because jobs with great benefits and little obligation are great only if you can get them.

The quiet sad trend, since the defeat of the de Villepin effort to open up the job market by leather-jacketed fire-starters, has been … exodus … by France’s dispirited, bright, talented, educated non-rioting young people, who know that the socialist model France practices has absolutely no place for them.

This excellent Reuters piece has a lot of good information about this incredibly sad trend. It describes a young lawyer who left France and got a quick job at good pay in New York City, so unlike what he would have been offered in France, which claims to have a more ‘human’ system … if it didn’t warehouse so many of its young people into idleness.

I know some of these young people – Los Angeles has one of the biggest French expat communities in the U.S. You can’t walk down Marina del Rey without bumping into someone French. They’re in West LA, in Westwood, in Beverly Hills, in Los Feliz, in Venice, and further north in Santa Barbara. French wines and French restaurants and French language speaking are abundant here – and based on my own observation, there are more French in these places than the more stereotypical Mexicans – who are in other parts of this massive city. Los Angeles is really the French city, based on these new waves of immigration. The French are the most desirable immigrants you can imagine, they work in entertainment, at places like Sony, in entrepreneurial farms that experiment with organic vegetable growing, in banking, in law, in software, in computers, in media. None of them wants anything to do with the French government. They just want to quietly prosper and be left alone and above all, to work.

As Albert Camus once wrote: Without work, all life becomes rotten.