i must say, i do love the french.
okay, so maybe they smell funny, and are obnoxious, and don’t know how to talk properly.
and maybe they have tendencies to be wusses.
and maybe Some of them are tad bit neurotic and conservative, (but not conservative enough to vote republican, which is why they’re still ok).
and maybe Some of them also are a bit smart alecky, which i Never am.
but i love ‘em anyway.
if only because they at least have the gumption to tell bushie to fuck off; they don’t want a war.
and because their landscapes are so darn pretty.
but also because [the newspaper] lemonde kicks ass, even after the translators at http://translation.langenberg.com
my supervisor at work was telling me (jokingly) that there should be a ban on things french. french toast. french fries. french kissing. . . because of their stance on junior’s warmongering.
(this was right when i was caving into my yearning for french toast.)
but i say, hey, bring all things french on if this is the case.
except maybe french torture. i have no idea what that is anyway. but maybe it’s kinky….
i mean, it takes serious guts to just say No. they know the next time they need the us, the us will be there, eventually, if only as an attempt to exert power. and still they bite their thumb at boy bush. (okay, that’s not true. i was reading that Chirac wasn’t happy with being painted as anti-american. i think that’s just a pr ploy though.)
and i say thank you france. the statue’s nice too. but more for just being you. give me a few months or years or days, and this adoration will fade.
okay, i’m done.
wait, it has come to my attention that there are those who blame me for the recent blanketing of snow in these here parts of the world.
i admit it. it is my fault.
according the evil quizzes, i am the goddess of winter. i have a cold exterior but deep down a warm, caring heart.
ahhhh, winter. maybe, just maybe, it's even better than france.