You know, attacks of 'the vapours' are cute the first couple of times they get sprung on you. After that, they're just annoying.
President Bush, while attending the closing meal of the G-8 summit, during what he thought was a private moment, told Brit PM Tony Blair -- and I quote: "See the irony is that what they need to do is get Syria to get Hezbollah to stop doing this s*** and it's over."
Pretty accurate assessment of the situation, methinks.
Oh My Suffering Gawd. The sheer number of (metaphorical ... I think) fluttering fans, wrists pressed to foreheads and artful swoonings that followed this pithy comment through the Main Stream Media and into Blogland has been...
And I say this as the proud son of a Southern Belle. Hell, my grandmother is still a Southern Belle, as are my sister, cousins, aunts, nieces and I still wonder about that one uncle.
I swear to God, I watched two reporters tip-toeing around, trying to get across to the viewers that the President of the United States used a shocking word -- without using that word.
Judas Tap-Dancing Priest! Just say, "Bleep!" You've been doing it for years, we'll get the point.
And then it hit BlogWorld.
Someone get me a vat of smelling salts, before I lose my ever-loving mind. Pass 'em around and be generous.
"The President used an expletive!" Artful sag onto chaise-lounge.
"I remember when American Presidents used diplomacy, instead of profanity." Wrist pressed to back of over-heated forehead.
"We're sooooooo embarrassed." Frantic flutter of hands.
"Cursing like trailer trash." Wow, I haven't seen fan work like that since the last time Gone With The Wind hit TNT. Way to go, pseudo-Scarlett.
I can't believe that the same people who made Deadwood a runaway hit series are honestly going to get their Hanes into a half-hitch because one frustrated man, during what he thought was a private conversation, said, "s***."
Pull on your cowgirl panties and deal with it.
Listen up: Rockets are exploding in major cities in Israel. That's 'rockets', note the plural. Artillery is hammering large parts of Lebanese real estate into something strongly resembling the face of the moon. People are dying. They're dying slowly, quickly, painfully, shockingly, quietly, in public, in private.
Good men are dying. Bad men are dying. Women. Children. Innocents. Sinners. Dying.
And you're outraged because your President said, "...stop doing this s*** and it's over"???
You need to get your sodding priorities in order. There are plenty of other things to be ashamed/embarrasssed/shocked about.
This penny-ante melodramatic bulls*** is getting old.