So we lost. Sure won't be the first time, and no doubt not the last. And I'm not exactly sure what exactly went on at the Bastille last night because I sat around with friends last night sighing, smoking, and drinking. Like what you're supposed to be doing in Paris, right? These pictures, and the police that are all of a sudden all over the north of Paris--I've been hearing sirens all day--, lead me to believe that something is happening. In her speech accepting her defeat, which she gave with a big smile, Madame Royal told us that "something has raised up that will not stop, I am continuing with and among you." Meanwhile, the so-called rear-guard Socialist Party elephants, miffed that Ségo had nipped their potential campaigns in the bud and ended up losing (a fact which of course has nothing to do with the fact that they mumbled public criticism of her campaign in the news), claimed public surprise at her smile. One schmuck named Fabius even dared to say something about the left's flag being trampled and ready to be taken up again. In other words, they're mad they weren't the ones losing, and Ségo is trying to keep herself in the saddle for 2012. That's a ways away. In the meantime, the air in Paris is tainted with tear gas and Sarkozy is on a friend's yacht in Malta.
the friend with a yacht in Malta turns out to be Vincent Bolloré, a French industrial who is a billionaire, the 451st richest person in the world (estimated fortune: USD 1,7 billions, that's all), and, thank god, a married man, father of 4 no-doubt charming children...
Posted by: Titi de Paris | May 08, 2007 at 02:36 PM