Come, children, let's go to the party

I was thinking to watch TV tonight but the only western program that was at my level was th e German doubled version of Inspector Columbo which looked like some kind of an omen. You cannot count on me to watch such a blaspheme on the French National Day. Yes, young people it is indeed the 14^th of July and nobody acknowledged it around me (actually there is nobody around me these days). Let's go, enfants de la patrie as LL would sing it (btw, it does not mean come, children, let's go to the party as he also claimed), our day of glory has arrived – it was time, I almost waited - Against us of tyranny…. I won’t give you a class on history but you’ll remember that this is the day that us les Français decided to take what we had not been given all these centuries. Therefore, I want to tell my acquaintances in particular, BEWARE/LOOK OUT your 16/9 TVs, your Vastu furniture, your cheesy art work, your Dupont Cicrcle wooden houses, your gay dogs and even your diesel jeans could be taken away from you by mad Spanishmen very quickly if you don’t share with them. I actually had diner last night with someone who was pillaged twice in some continent I won’t cite, he was telling me how ingenuous people are at dismantling other people belongings. That left me perplex! Grab youir weapons, citizens, Form your battalions, March on, march on, So that their impure blood, Will fill our trenches (we are very refined people, you see). You’ll have noticed that I am quite upbeat today even if I actually slept 4 hours last night (yes LL, I found Polo Bears beach towels). The reason is that after having been insulted earlier in the week on the collective disturbance occurred by my blog, I received some positive comments today. Besides Myke G.’s pathetic claim of hunger in the comments section of my yesterday’s blog (to which I would reply that it is never too late to re-assess the need to get married to Ari S.– I put is full name at first as he loves publicity and attention from Teenage boys), someone told me that my blog was going to be my political doom, someone claimed that my chief characteristic was a lack of purpose and two strangers wrote me friendster messages indicating that they were astonished I was still alive and kicking while there was a strong rumor that I had died of dysentery. Well, no, my beloved friends I am still upon us and am planning a strong come back in the US this Week-end if I am still welcome and if I find my way out. I will be back in time to prepare for the upcoming LL-kickofftoNYC as if he was not snobbish enough. This link will lead you to a recipe for Oeufs à la Coque in case you want to have me over for diner in the coming weeks. I am off to bed now because I still have one day where it is mandatory for me to function.

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[Edison]

Ah mon petit chou chou. Je regret to hear about your travails in Tunis. I'm sure you have sacrificed mightly for the tricolor of Spain.
Safe travels back aux Etats Unis. Let's get together when you return. I hear the antidote for dysentery is massive amounts of vodka... but something tells moi you already know that.
Le Edison in Wash DC