Monday
In Iraq, ordinary people begin to appear and cheer the liberators. In France, the pro-Saddam mob is disappearing as fast as a Republican Guard tank brigade.
I use the French TV station TF1 as my weathervane of authorised French opinion.

The Free French... in exile in London yet again!

Doesn't surprise me. But we have to finally sort out this France business now somehow, I think.
We can't have this sort of regularly snarky unreliability continue much longer from this supposed ally, surely? Suggestions, anyone?
Posted by mark at April 7, 2003 03:03 PM
I find that developing a personal relationship with the snark in question, backed up by a good meal and a bottle of wine, usually leads to quite a convivial environment.
The fulminating ethnocentrism which may ensue is at least then conducted in the context of friendship and is, therefore, easier to accept.
Posted by Geo at April 7, 2003 04:10 PM
Lovely thought, Geo! Yes, they are wonderfully charming at dinner, aren't they?
Just as a political entity.....
Posted by mark at April 7, 2003 04:27 PM
In my travels, I've gotten on fine with French folks. During the many wonderful conversations I seem to have forgotten to ask them why their leaders are always assnozzles.
Posted by Michael Wagner at April 8, 2003 03:37 AM









