What does it mean to be a FRENCH Bulldog?

Bruce this question initially really perplexed me. I could not believe you had asked it. I thought that when we met I would have to try to explain existentialism to you, a small dog. Trying to define a philosophical theory that holds that a set of categories, governed by the norm of authenticity, is necessary to grasp human existence would have been tough going. (It clearly is beyond our political leaders, who tell us we now face an ‘existential’ threat in North Africa. I think they have got confused because Camus was Algerian)

Even though to approach existentialism in this categorial way may seem to conceal what is often taken to be its “heart” namely, its character as a gesture of protest against academic philosophy, its anti-system sensibility, its flight from the “iron cage” of reason. It would nevertheless have been necessary for you to understand that the major existential philosophers wrote with a passion and urgency rather uncommon in our own time.  Whilst the idea that philosophy cannot be practiced in the disinterested manner of an objective science is indeed central to existentialism, it is equally true that all the themes popularly associated with existentialism—dread, boredom, alienation, the absurd, freedom, commitment, nothingness, and so on—find their philosophical significance in the context of the search for a new categorial framework, together with its governing norm.

Luckily Satan pointed out the Capital letter emphasis in your original question, and I am now beginning to see where you are coming from. You are worried and confused because of what that smooth faced man has been saying on the Television again. You are concerned that anything French will be kicked out of the country and the supply of tuna and charcoal biscuits will be reserved solely for British Bulldogs. 

Unfortunately Bruce, I have to tell you that your fears are not entirely without foundation. There are people in this country who hate all things foreign. They are mainly in the Tory or UKIP parties or in some cases behind wire in high security settings. 

They can be categorised existentially as suffering from dread and alienation.They are indeed absurd and are devotees of nothingness. Their version of freedom and commitment truly represents flight from “the iron cage” of reason.

Luckily you were bred and born in Ferrybridge and, whatever happens, will remain fully entitled to the tuna of Old England.