THE HUBRIS AND NEMESIS OF JACQUES CHIRAC

BET CHIRAC’S REALLY PISSED.

And it’s all his own damn fault. I mean making fun of the Brits and their cooking and how it does not rise to the level of haut cuisine as is (they claim) the norm in gay Paris.

Hell, they have McDonald’s dotting the French Capital’s Rue de la Merde every few hundred yards, except that’s metres over there, they don’t think in yards, miles, and inches. &^%&^%$ metric system was going to take the U.S. by storm a few years ago. Our measuring sticks still read ‘yard’, and we buy milk by the gallon. And gas, when we can afford it.

So Jacques ‘Strappe’ Chirac disses the Brits and their cooking, making fun of the poor Limeys because the French are convinced they are the only cultured people in the world.

No Brit cuisine is not traditionally the greatest in the world, but the Sceptered Isle has allowed thousand of immigrants from all corners of the former empire and elsewhere to open eateries. The choice and range of restaurants available throughout Britain is far greater than the French who tend to wallow in their traditional and regional gratronomique. Want variety? Go to England. Want the same old stuff of Savarin and that ilk, stay in France. Boredom. Or buy yourself one of the Julia Child cookbooks and spend hours following her delightful recipes. That New England Yankee did better than her Michelin Guide rivals.

Now J.C. is coming off a peculiar time in his political career. And in the history of the current French Republic. He lost the Big One when his countrymen last month turned down an offer to join the EU. Poor Jacques had thrown all his political capital on ratifying the Union. As had Herr Schroeder just next door, head of the unemployment capital of Western Europe, Germany.

So Chirac is on his way out and, I guess, figured he had nothing to lose by making fun of the Brits who, like their American Counterparts, had bailed out the sorry French asses in two world wars. How quickly we forget!!!

Boy did he figure wrong. Jacques, you see, assumed as did most of his countrymen that Gay Paris had the 2012 Olympics sewed up.

The entire nation went into mourning today when the IOC announced its selection London as the choice. Yes London. London where they eat boiled beef and coarse vegetables. London where there is no culture to compare with that of The City of Lights. London where the rabble often runs amuck, preferring physical action and dreaded underarm sweat to a two hour lunch complete with three different wines. London where Winston Churchill continued to fight on against the Germans after these later-day Gauls surrendered their weapons, their tanks….yes those tanks, the ones with one forward and five reverse gears….to the Bosch.

The French loss was a perfect example of a national hubris leading directly to an inevitable nemesis, pride goeth before a fall. Boy did those old Greeks get it right. Doesn’t hurt to add a dollop of Judaeo-Christian retribution to the mix.

MACON CITY COUNCIL RAISES BUSINESS FEES. Why doesn’t this surprise anybody at our house? The only two councilmen who seem to stand consistently foursquare for financial conservatism are Stebin Horne and Cole Thomason, the new kids on the block. Or is it ‘bloc’, I forget these days.

IF YOU HAVEN’T CAUGHT TUCKER CARLESON’s NEW SHOW ON MSNBC, give it a look-see. It is a most refreshing change from O’Reilly the Nasty or ‘Great American’ Hannity and his sock puppet.

Ciao!!!!