angelique angela

i must say, i was quite delighted (and relieved!) to see angela merkel, the chancellor of germany, being greeted by our own 'w' this past weekend in crawford, in a much less salubrious way. you may recall the (in)famous and unwelcome back rub (read: sexual harassment - you're either with me or against me!) he 'gave' her previously. i shudder at that thought (so does she, i'm sure). talk about 'yer cold war. uggghh. what a clod.

this time she was seen riding shotgun with him in his pickup. although he doesn't look all that bad in a pair of wranglers - much less dorky than chuckling and yuckling in a suit. that's what he should be doing - roping steer, not pillaging the world. i digress.

so there was angela again today, evidently embroiled in a three way.

embracing nicolas sarkozy in berlin - what a hussy! and what's 'w' going to say? how does that make him feel? like a jilted lover, i'll bet. i mean, here he goes out of his way, bending over backwards (probably in his wranglers) for nic (i think that's what he calls him). remember, he looked into his eyes, and could see his soul. oh, wait, that's putin. never mind.

alas, all these hookups ... what are these leaders teaching our children? soon they'll be sharing needles as part of the swiss exchange program, strung out on crack in a zurich park. tsk, tsk. let's get these folks some help, before the axis of evil really gets them good.

now, back to your best behavior please. and angela, please - cool it with those come-hither glances!

h