As a matter of fact Algeria was not a colony if you look on French administration. It had unequivocal different status from colonies.
That's why it has never been called a "war" but a "civil war".
But, again, speaking from former French point of view.
Still, "I have always honoured the king of Spain" is much more embarassing (Dutch anthem).
-The "pants law": an old law no one knows about, not enforced since a very long time. I don't see how i can't be see as a national shame.
-De gaulle fifth republic: even if there is still to this day debates (in the leftwing) about this constitution, certainly no national shame or forgetable things (except for the algeria wars contest but that's an other question)
-Zidane headbutt: some critics publicly but in the end every frenchmen approves, certainly no shame or regret (except for the final result of the match..)
-Depardieu, who is indeed a living legend in france brought shame on himself with his many departures (belgium for taxe reason, Russia for the fun of pissing people). No shame here.
-Chanel: don't think anyone is ashamed about that either.
Didnt know azincourt is spelled agincourt in english (why though?).
Franco-prussian war of 1870 was way more embarassing.
(The King of Spain I have always honored) is definitely a stanza in "Wilhelmus", (the Dutch National Anthem)! WHY it's still there, is another question.
This inflation of the sign "language" is the inflation of the sign itself, absolute inflation, inflation itself. Yet, by one of its aspects or shadows, it is itself still a sign: this crisis is also a symptom. It indicates, as if in spite of itself, that a historico-metaphysical epoch must finally determine as language the totality of its problematic horizon. It must do so not only because all that desire had wished to wrest from the play of language finds itself recaptured within that play but also because, for the same reason, language itself is menaced in its very life, helpless, adrift in the threat of limitlessness, brought back to its own finitude at the very moment when its limits seem to disappear, when it ceases to be selfassured, contained, and guaranteed by the infinite signified which seemed to exceed it.
Derrida is challenging, but others who are tarred with the label of 'postmodernist' can be quite straightforward - Foucault's Discipline and Punish, for example, is very accessible (and indeed is often assigned to undergrads for precisely that reason).
But the argument that postmodernism is just artful bullshitting is weak and reminiscent of the 'cultural Marxism' conspiracy theory.
When there is a choice, I believe that the simpler option is usually best. The extra dashes feel fussy.