A Fine Phrenzy
While in France, I will eat about a pound of butter every day, washing it down with a couple bottles of wine and one of cognac. My mental and physical health can only improve on such a regime.
France is the country that Real Americans are supposed to hate, but I confess that I always have a wonderful time there. They've got a first-rate train system, health care that works, mass transit ditto, wonderful food chuck-full of locally-produced, gloriously flavorful ingredients, splendid beer and wine, enormous natural beauty, centuries of history, art, and architecture--- and all this and they only work 35 hours per week, with 3o paid days of vacation per year plus 10 national holidays! (One-quarter of American workers get no paid vacation at all.)
Of course, one in five French voters think it's okay to plonk down their ballots for the National Front, so it's hardly paradise.
And you know what else? We can get our swine flu shots over there! While the American system has been creaking and groaning and is only now producing limited amounts of vaccine, communist countries like France, Australia, and Japan have been immunizing their people for five whole months now!
When the swine flue kills all Americans, only the commies will survive! (And us, because we'll have had our shots.)
But not all is golden, not yet. Because I have to finish a novel before I go!
There are only two nights left! I have only a couple scenes to go!
Anyone want to bet either way?