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Bastille Day


Like a French soldier creeping up on a soufflé Bastille day has once again arrived without me noticing. For the last four years, I’ve been writing special Bastille Day French-bashing columns. I totally forgot this year. And, as I indicated last year, I’m losing my taste for it. Oh, I haven’t lost my distaste for the French, but French-bashing is so clichéd these days, I feel like I’m doing schtick when I talk about Cheese-eating surrender monkeys and the like. So, I’m going to try to do something different this week (alas, not today) and defend the French. If you have suggestions of what a defense of France might look like, I’m all ears. In the meantime, here are a few columns which satisfy your need for an anti-French fix.
“Le Chutzpah,” “Chiraq Envy,” and of course my Bastille Day columns from 2002, 2001, 2000, and 1999.