Thursday, June 01, 2006

Happiness is.............




a drink at Le Cafe de Paris, in Monte Carlo. My wife, Jenn looking beautifull, radiant and soooo happy
Or standing on the steps in Eze.
Or standing next to Kimi's car on the Champ's d'lysees

If God exists, he, she, it, they are French




Once again, after two weeks in Amsterdam, Paris, Aix-en-Provence and Monaco, I am crashing hard off of the narcotic called Cilvilization.
The American's like to make fun of the French, well actually they like to belittle just about everyone, but they save their most vile language for the French, they think of France as an inferior nation (although they like to think of everyone as an inferior nation). They think God's American, can influence the outcome of football games and has blessed their nation with divine providence.
Well let's see the French have better food, they can eat a lot of it without getting fat. The people are far more attractive, they are better dressers, they have far better clothes, they exude the word sensual (The Americans only understand the word sex in some sort of primordial sense). They have better wine, their cars are better, their drivers are better, they have higher speed limits. Truffles grow in the wild (more proof of God's residential status). They have Versailles as a testament to what happens when the excesses of the ruling class get out of Control.
They have the head of Louis XVI as a reminder to anyone who doesn't read their History books (take note W, but of course you can't because you probably don't know who Louis XVI was).
They have lavender and Dijon, Eze, Avignon, Bordeaux and the Cote D'Azur and finally although technically a principality they have Monaco.


So there, on the first day God created France, and saw that it was Good and moved to Monaco and well that's the last anyone ever heard of him. Sorry dudes the Bibles all fucking wrong.