Merci, mes amis!

[sarko_le_grand]

My thanks go first  to all the right-thinking voters of my beautiful and long-suffering country who had the courage to take a bold step into the future by electing me President of the Republic last Sunday.  I know I can count on you again to give the UMP a solid majority next month in the legislative elections, after which I can begin the work of

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[dominiquelechic]

*curses violently under his breath, the word 'gravel' audible more than a few times*

[jc_of_politics]

He's talking about his wager with you again. Don't you think it's time you told me the terms?

[dominiquelechic]

Why, I'd be delighted to, Silvio. Nicolas wants me to come see him with a pad of paper and a pen and write down what he says. I suppose he plans to talk at length about the spiritual feelings his ascension is giving him.

[jc_of_politics]

Why do I think you're leaving something out?

Do you need my help, Dominique? I've already given him a warning in a comment I left to this post of his. Go read it and tell me if you think I need to speak more plainly.

[dominiquelechic]

As someone who has sailed quite a few times, Silvio, I would have thought you would appreciate that a ship belongs to the sea, not her captain.

[jc_of_politics]

But it's the captain who brings her to life with his skillful hands. He knows just how much pressure to apply, and when to ease back.

[dominiquelechic]

You miss my point. The captain must remember that he is never more than a passenger. He can try to restrain her and drive her, but it is the air and the waves that she is loyal to.

[jc_of_politics]

She may be loyal to them, but without her captain she has no access to them. Without him she's simply a cold, dead, unfeeling thing. Beautiful, perhaps, but without poetry and without a soul. It's the captain who frees her to be herself; to be what she was born to be.

[dominiquelechic]

You are mistaken, Silvio. It is the captain who struggles to restrain her from the freedom and independence she craves. She dances with storms and dreams of air and waves and an endless world of seas to breathe in. She dreams of being abandoned to her nature and that alone. It is the captain who won't let her go.

[jc_of_politics]

Perhaps he can't let her go. He knows that she needs a port to come home to, and someone to take care of her and make her ready for her next voyage. Perhaps he wishes he could be like the Flying Dutchman and sail with her throughout all eternity.

[dominiquelechic]

Perhaps, Silvio, but that only proves what I said before. He is not her master.

[jc_of_politics]

Did I ever say he was? I think you're confusing me with someone else. The captain and the ship need each other.

[dominiquelechic]

Captains are hardly in short supply these days...

[jc_of_politics]

Explain yourself. And the word "Nicolas" had better not be part of the explanation.

[dominiquelechic]

*slow smile* Silvio, caro, I don't have to explain myself to you.

[sarko_le_grand]

Go away, Berlusconi.