He Came, He Saw, He Stared Into Our Eyes
By Charley Brady
It's one of those times that I really didn't want to be right, but you don't always get what you want. Especially if the country you live in insists on electing time after time a group of gutless windbags whom you would not wish to have in your corner under any circumstances, let alone when being visited by Emperor Bonaparte Sarkozy. Several columns back I said that if the Majestic One visited us there would probably be some serious sucking up from our corner. Yes, you guessed it. It did so come to pass.
By Charley Brady
It's one of those times that I really didn't want to be right, but you don't always get what you want. Especially if the country you live in insists on electing time after time a group of gutless windbags whom you would not wish to have in your corner under any circumstances, let alone when being visited by Emperor Bonaparte Sarkozy. Several columns back I said that if the Majestic One visited us there would probably be some serious sucking up from our corner. Yes, you guessed it. It did so come to pass.
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