"Going to war without France is like going deer hunting without your accordion." --Norman Schwartzkopf
Today, in honor of the French, I intend to: take a two-and-a-half hour lunch break, get a French pedi, and surrender [my workday] early. Perhaps I'll even sample some Roquefort cheese on al baguette and mix a gin martini with a hint of le vermouth? The frogs may be misguided socialist braggarts, but damn if they don't know how to eat and drink.
Here's some Bastille Day humor (something I never thought I'd say) from Someecards.com.
On a related note ... Andrew Breitbart ran this story yesterday: Pushy French are world's worst tourists: study. Viva la France!