Since Mr. Eurobama is so popular on the other side of the Pond, and since he is clearly the Euros’ pick in our Presidential contest, I’m just wondering whether we are still going to be stuck paying his salary and for all of the hoopla he seems to garner wherever he goes. 

I read that nearly 86% percent of French citizens and over 60% of Germans definitely want Eurobama.  They love him.  They adore him. 

So, I say, we should make them pay him.

He can have a second residence over there, complete with all the frills and they can formally make him a Eurocitizen.      

They can give him one of their empty castles that no one is using, stock it with all the finest French wine, the best of all that the Euros have to offer, and throw in a fleet of Mercedes sedans.

And I certainly hope they will teach him how to say more than Merci Beaucoup.  It’s unbearably embarrassing to me, personally, as a citizen when my presumptive President goes abroad and cannot converse in the local language.  How terribly gauche.

While we are on the subject of gauche, I was really quite shocked to see that Mr. Eurobama preferred going shopping to visiting wounded soldiers, while in Germany.  So, here’s my solution.  We’ll let the Euros pick up the tab, from now on, on Mr. Eurobama’s protection and security.  Why should Americans put their lives on the line to protect and defend, then be snubbed by one of the biggest personnes in the Country at the moment. 

As soon as Mr. Eurobama is formally elected, his liberties can be forever guarded by those he so clearly loves best, the Euros and their armies.

Now, does France still have an army with real guns?  Or do they just employ the derriere kiss, that cheek-to-cheek thing that’s so much the rage over there?  Or is that the other cheeks they kiss?  Either way, cheek-kissing is just another name for appeasement.

I’m seeing a match made in heaven here.  Mr. Eurobama will bring world peace through French-style appeasement, with their army always on his flank.

And the skies have opened upon us.  The beams of light have descended. 

Europe and Obama were simply made for each other.

Bon Voyage, Barack and Michelle.  Happy Seas.  Don’t forget to write.

Just don’t send us the check