April in Paris
Nice guys come last, is the apt American axiom!
As well they should, if this is their only atout!
Spain just got rid of one smiling goof, who thought that whatever stupidity he repeated was profound, as long as he frowned. Not surprisingly he was astonished the ship of State sank on his watch. He blamed the storm, not himself and his crew, in denial about everything he was appointed skipper for and qualified for the job like my sister Molly, except for one small detail: at least she doesn’t self-delude!
You don’t have to be in love with him, but France would be mad if it didn’t re-elect Sarkozy. The Socialists should not be elected because it is their turn, they should be elected because they produced what seems like a highly competent candidate. Instead what they have is the weakest, indecisive, unqualified candidate they could find in the person of François Hollande, a really nice guy, but a party hack who never ran anything, not even a fruit store.
France will have to make some hard choices and address its staggering public debt, just as a tough little guy would finally get this opportunity, by not having to worry about a new term, hands free to do this dirty, but for the future of the Nation, imperative job. At a later date re-defined somewhat by Socialists as they’re not the ones who ideologically speaking could initiate any such enterprise, or risk getting called traitors by their own.
The tail can never wag the dog, but a futile attempt at which is all that Monsieur Hollande would seem capable of.
The Daily Harpoon 
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