Well, here I am, back on American soil again but still carrying the memories of Cannes close to my heart. Can you imagine going from my current residence in Hollywood to a place where talent and originality is actually appreciated and rewarded? It's like stepping into another dimension! Which is why I'm sooo relieved to be back home.
Anyway, speaking of hitting the dirt, the president took a nasty spill off a mountain bike yesterday. I frankly don't see why this is national news. Everyone has accidents from time to time, whether you're the president or some goofball baby-boomer showing off on a weekend retreat. Frankly, the CiC is to be admired for the example he's setting in biking rather than driving during this time of high gas prices. I was also relieved to learn that he was wearing a helmet and a mouthguard; if JFK had been that protected in Dallas, we might not have lost our national innocence for another four or five years. Still, this photo of Mr. Bush and his wounds is pretty gruesome.
Ouch! Talk about taking it on the chin - that is one nasty scrape the president has caused for himself! It's going to take a long time for that one to heal. I wonder if his handlers can cover it up before his big speech tomorrow.
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