| Wednesday, July 06, 2005 |
| I see London, I see France... |
 I'll bet somebody wishes they could take back those food jokes now... This has been a rough patch for French President Jacques Chirac. First he and Tony Blair bicker about the war, about trade policy, and over the 2012 Olympics, and then London goes and wins the games right out from under him. As one Paris weekly put it, a lot was on the line for Chirac, who hopes to run for a third term in 2007, and the battle over the games could either have revived his sagging popularity and spurred him on to victory, or left him "standing there in his underwear."
Don't feel bad, Messr. Chirac, thanks to the fact that the entire world detests the U.S. president, New York didn't even have half the shot Paris did... and we don't have David Beckham, who clearly was the U.K.'s trump card. Our spice girl power couple was Michael Bloomberg and Hillary Clinton ... well, at least Mrs. Clinton will have the consolation of being president soon ... Or look at Moscow: their bid got muddied up by Chechen rebels, who all-but promised an Olympic Games there wouldn't be safe. And who knows what happened with Madrid... (oh, right, maybe this...). Anyway, don't feel too badly, Messr . Chirac. Tomorrow, as they say, is another day. And I think your underpants look rather dashing. Cheers, as they say in Lond... er ... sorry...
P.S.: Wizbang and other RW bloggers are having loads of fun with this one. And I haven't seen Monica Crowley look this happy on "Connected" since the day after that Duran Duran reunion concert... |
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