When nos amis in the Alliance Française exhibited a lack of sang-froid regarding l’affaire Iraq and told le Président Américain to embrasser leurs derrieres, we had no choice.

Even as frankfurters became hot dogs and wiener-like dachshunds were kicked around during WWII, we had once again to strike back at the enemy. The tongue-lashing began in the small-town South and spread triumphantly to the cafeteria of the United States Congress.

So spill the bordeaux wine down the drain, cleanse your palate with an honest Diet Coke and give those ingrates a shot in the mouth.