My Darling Nicholas,
My friends told me I was foolish to allow this to happen between us when you were on the rebound, but I stubbornly refused to listen. I thought that with the expediency with which you obtained your divorce that you were serious about making our relationship work despite our many differences and those pesky security goons constantly dragging me away. I see now that I was quite terribly mistaken.

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Félicitations, le Napoleon de mon coeur! I know you laugh today with delight as those naughty rail unionists agree to head back to work. Perhaps, with these protests behind us, you can find the time to return my phone calls, or letters or emails? If that is not too much to ask, mon amour. [LA Times]

My dear, large-nosed Gaul, I know it must be so confusing for you. On the one hand, you are praised for being more appropriately American and, on the other hand, derided for being against darker-skinned foreigners taking jobs from your countrymen. Pay them no mind, my sweet. I know there is at least one foreigner you would let into your heart and that of France. [NY Sun, NY Times]

Mon petit croque-monsieur, I know the distaste with which you regard that proffered hand. I, too, would be surprised if it were well-washed and, even in France, one must have hygiene standards. But, truly, it would be a good thing if the distasteful man could secure the release of those prisoners that is your heart’s desire (besides me, of course) and I cannot help but admire your fortitude again. If you need to rid your mind of the memory of his voice, call me, okay? [Yahoo News]

Don’t let those pesky strikes stress you out, mon cher. When you have to shield your eyes from light of the fire that burns between us, you must know that such things are mere bumps on the road we will travel together. [NY Times]

Ah, my sweet Frenchman, why do you insist on teasing me with the innuendo that there are women other than I?

Be careful, Sarkozy is here. It’s okay, though. He likes us, and promises not be rude like the others. Peter Brookes explains why Americans love and need French President Nicholas Sarkozy, and why we call our diminutive friend Sarko the American. Sarko! Sarko! All hail, Sarko!
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