Sarkozy Overload

So, unless you are an American living in Montana and do not give a FAK about the rest of the world, you probably know by now that France has a new president called Nicolas Sarkozy. He also likes George W. and they had holidays together. You may also know that he is divorced from his wife and already has a new girlfriend, ex model / actress / singer / slut / (enter whatever you want here).

How do I know all these things? I honestly do not care who 'le president' is sleeping with. That's his problem not mine. How-faking-ever, the story is constantly on the news and it drives me bananas. I watch my favorite news, none other than BBC, and instead of finding out how many Iraqis were collaterally and permanently damaged by the US army, I find out that Nicolas Sarkozy had holidays with Carla Bruni in Egypt. Now, this is something that I DO NOT GIVE A FLYING FAK ABOUT.

Excusez moi mes amis, mais je m'en fut (or something similar, anyway. My French is not very good these days).

The coverage is so much in your face that even French people think that it is too much, according to Reuters. Finally, the French people have started to realise that there are more interesting things in life than Sarkozy's pipi or Bruni's titis. Incidentally,Carla's titis can be seen here.

No, my dear reader(s) I do not go hunting for her titis. The link was on Google News. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, her breasts are so faking important that they appear on Google News as well. Personally I find her skinny and ugly, but that's me. I prefer Scarlett Johansson, Jesicca Alba or Kate Beckinsale. They are prettier.

Anyway, enough about my lucid dreams. They are none of your business. The problem is that people are nosy and want to find out about other peoples' lives. The freaking paparazzi are all over the place taking photos of so-called famous people. I know that there is a love-hate relationship between the 'stars' and the photographers. I blame none (with the exception of the paparazzi who were chasing Diana's vehicle in Paris).

However I blame the poor everyday people who are gagging to buy the magazines and the tabloids. Why are they interested in Britney's shaved head or vagina? I have seen neither but I bet that they are no different than other heads or meows.

Why not read a book on philosophy instead? If you are not into this shit, buy the Playboy and play with your dolphin instead. At least, you will have a few seconds of happiness.

Enough is enough with all this BS. I do not care who screws who (or what). I do not care if Sarcozy's babe is called Carla. I do not care if Britney is in rehab yet again. It is time that you stop caring too. Get a life.