I am firmly on the pro France side of things. Too many good works of art, literature and movies come out of that place for me to worry about the occasional piece of underarm hair. And their pulp sci fi stuff is genius.

Also they get a hard time about the occupation but I saw Red Dawn many times and those yanks didn't do a much better job.

And it was while visiting Samuel Beckett's grave in Paris that I decided to quit my 'career' and concentrate on girls, poetry and movies instead.

So if it wasn't for Paris I would never have met Jess and we wouldn't have a Napkin.

Imagine a world without the Napkin. It would be cold and desolate place.

Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l'incendie,
N'ont pas encore brode de leurs plaisants dessins
Le canevas banal de nos piteux destins,
C'est que notre ame, helas! N'es pas assez hardie.

If rape and poison, dagger and burning,
Have still not embroidered their pleasant designs
On the banal canvas of our pitiable destinies,
It's because our souls, alas, are not bold enough!