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Friday July 11, 2003
June 3, 2003 was a Tuesday, so I missed starting a Mullings with, "It was the Third of June another sleepy, dusty, Delta day �" And, because I have nothing much for you today, I thought titling this Mullings in honor of (a) the date and (b) a Japanese-held convenience store chain was modestly amusing.
I said it was modestly amusing.
My new favorite international public figure is Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi.
Under the rules of the European Union, the presidency rotates among the members every six months. From now until the end of the year it is Italy's turn and, as the head of the Italian government, Berlusconi is the President of the EU.
He is not beloved by the other members of the EU and a particular member of the German parliament one Herr Martin Schultz (a German Socialist) has been overtly critical of Berlusconi, questioning Berlusconi's use of an Italian immunity law to avoid bribery charges.
To this charge, Berlusconi has said he has "only had three laws" passed to favor his own interests (not including a current bill making its way through the Italian parliament which,
according to John Hooper in the London Guardian, would put him "in a position to influence more than 90% of the country's television output").
After a carefully prepared inaugural speech, Berlusconi - referring to a film about Germany in World War II being produced in Italy - suggested that Herr Schultz should be cast as a concentration camp guard in the picture.
Oochee-mama!
The celebrated tender sensibilities of the gentle German people were dreadfully affronted.
Screams demanding an apology echoed around the continent, which Berlusconi did (and in the process added just a tiny amount of NASCAR
fuel to the fire) by suggesting that Herr Martin Shultz's "gestures and tone of voice reminded him of the '[Sergeant] Schultz - of Hogan's Heroes.'"
Thus, he apologized by, in effect saying, "I'm sorry I called you a Nazi. I meant to call you a fat, LAZY Nazi.
Signore Berlusconi's gaffes are so well known that there are jokes making the rounds such as:
Two Martians arrive on a devastated earth. One asks, "What happened here?" He is told, "Negotiations with the Taliban were going well until Berlusconi decided to tell the one about the Imam and the stripper."
Helping to settle raw nerves, according to the BBC, "a junior Italian minister this week described Germans as 'uniform supernationalistic blonds' who 'loudly invade' Italy's beaches each summer."
Oh, this is important: He is the TOURISM Minister!
That led to German Chancellor Gerhardt Schroeder to cancel his vacation to the Italian coast which, in turn, has led the resort Schroeder will not be visiting to threaten a suit against Berlusconi.
All of this will end the way these things always end in Italy - with the collapse of the government.
That may lead to another crisis: Would Italians vote for someone solely on the basis of their acceptability to the rest of the European Union - in effect allowing France to decide Italy's next Prime Minister?
The dust-up is even better than the insults which were thrown around at a pre-war Arab League meeting when (as you remember from your Mullings of March 10, 2003) the Iraqi representative screamed at the Kuwaiti Foreign Minister, "You monkey! A curse be upon your mustache."
It would be a situation, not unlike Winston Churchill being replaced by Clement Atlee in the Potsdam Conference following World War II when the Labour party's landslide victory in the Parliamentary elections ousted Churchill as Prime Minister.
Speaking of the all-time champion of political insults, Winston Churchill, after being totally frustrated by Charles de Gaulle, once shouted, "Interpreter! Interpreter! How do you say the opposite of Viva Le France?"
And, in an exchange of notes with George Bernard Shaw:
From Shaw to Churchill:
I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play, bring a friend - if you have one.
Reply from Churchill to Shaw:
Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second - if there is one.
As Alice Roosevelt Longworth once said, "If you don't have anything nice to say, sit by me."
Sit down! Sit down!
On the Very Excellent Secret Decoder Ring page today: A link to Chapter 4 of the Travelogue: Kuwait Here. I'll Be Right Back, a more-interesting-than-you-might-think backgrounder on Seven-Eleven stores, an explanation of the "NASCAR fuel" line, links to the stories above, a pretty good Mullfoto from Kuwait and the usual things.
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