I have always felt that Washington DC's silly Paris-Tea-party (when France didn't back Emperor George's little tempest) was misguided ninnery by a few uneducated clods in the administration. I mean, how offended could Paris be that we stopped serving "French Fries" and "French Toast"—neither of which have anything to do with France, really! Trust me, they were overjoyed! To have really hit below the belt, we would have had to rename "American" Cheese...

But I digress. I just got this image in the mail, and it is priceless. It seems that the bridges burned by our Emperor Sans Vêtements are being repaired by the little folk in the clothing industry... how preciously ironic!

Ah, there is hope in the world!