France the Beautiful?
“If you come to France, you accept to melt into a single community, which is the national community, and if you do not want to accept that, you cannot be welcome in France.”
“We have been too concerned about the identity of the person who was arriving and not enough about the identity of the country that was receiving him.”
Here we go again. But don’t get me wrong. There’s a lot to love about France. It’s just that when they show up the United States in the realm of testicular fortitude, it’s just fucking embarrassing.
And while we’re letting ourselves get all emotional, here’s a Wall Street Journal headline to edge our embarrassment closer to shame:
Crisis Flummoxes White House
President Mubarak’s Refusal to Step Down Signals a Loss of Western Influence; Sense of ‘Disbelief’ After Speech
Let me also issue the reminder not to judge a book by its cover. President Obama only looks like less of a buffoon than his predecessor. And I capitalized the “p” in “president” only because it was the first word of a sentence. My lack of respect for the man shall not take precedence over my abundance of respect for proper grammar.