It was set up.

This story

It was a set up, to prove that while he likes some things about the American economic system, he is still a proper Frenchman and generally dislikes Americans. Blowing up at two Americans who do not speak French - ah, it loves the stereotype!

Google phone

More like, internet device. A Blackberry that's easy to use, takes full advantage of Google-provided wireless broadband, coming soon to an urban center near you; and oh yeah, you can make calls on it too. Music? Maybe streaming, maybe it'll have a decent hard drive. But forget this full-screen touch pad iPhone nonsense - an expensive, and still incredibly cool, gimmick. Think stripped-down, the way the first Google search page was, with nothing but internet access, including access to Google's mobile offerings (Gmail, Google News, Google Documents, Search, Blogger, to name a few) and voice capabilities with no 2-year contract. You really think this isn't going to take off?

The Mountain Goats

No Children 
I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town
Again in my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

Oh! Obama...

Oh Obama, why did you have to do it?

Declaring you never supported the war against Saddaam, a convincing criminal dictator, who made no secret of his hatred for America. And now, saying you would send troops into the sovereign nation of Pakistan, the leader of which at least pretends to be a friend.

You showed your innocence, wanting to talk unconditionally with dictators. Now you'll invade a friendly nation, to target and kill one who has become no more than a figurehead. A rallying point who would become a martyr, would the inevitability avail itself.

Mrs. Clinton with impossible baggage. Two new york mayors. An actor and demagogue. And a renegade republican aiming for the mainstream, cutting off his balls instead.