Some of us here at Team Shredder are still bumming over Segoline Royal's loss of the French presidency to choady Nicolas Sarkozy, and the alarming sagging in general (as we perceive it) of France toward the right. I mean, I won't sit around and say I told you so when they start slowly chipping away at the French people's rights and powers and privileges in favor of the mega corporations and wealthiest few, little by little, kind of like how it happened here, until one day the people notice that they've traded much of their joie de vive for a stab at the good old dog-eat-dog, fuck-everybody-and-everything-I got-mine model that's working out so well for us up in here. No, I'll just say dag and be all aggravated in my heart again.
But in the meantime the healing powers of slapstick have once again shown us how to honor the light within ourselves and stuff. We're enjoying the work of Belgian artist Noel Godin, who practices "entartage," the art of pie in the face. I think he likes to go for the most bloated members of society, in this case "Sarko," the new (and might I add, humorless,) president of France.