So, to clarify, are you implying that great cheese comes from happy cows, and that happy cows come from France?
Who do you think would win in a rumble of happy California cows versus happy French cows?
I think La Vache Qui Rit would kick some serious California cow ass.
I'm saying that in France they have something called The Comte Brotherhood, or The Order of the Noble Wines of the Jura and Comte Cheese, and that every year a few "well-known personalities from public life, recognised for their attachment to Epicurean principles" are initiated into the Brotherhood.
So, since it appears that the French cows have their own sort of pact des loups, i think they could kick some serious california ass. plus they come from a place where there is winter. everyone knows the california cows have been weakened by the good life.
See, isn't this nice? Someone posts a thoughtful little vignette about cheese, we all learn a little, we make plans.
Everybody a winner.
Administrator, stop being so CONTROLLING.
You're like our MOTHER.
It makes me DEEPLY DEEPLY UNCOMFORTABLE.
Anyway, to clarify, the plan is: we spirit ourselves into France, we train their cows in "le guerre des champs" (rural warfare) and "le guerre des cafes" (Parisian warfare), then we take over the small villages, then stage simultaneously Cow Army Invasions of Paris, Lyon, Toulouse and Cannes. The ferrets may try to form a resistance army, but we can crush them with our superior air power and catapult technology.
I would like to take a moment to respond to charges that I am being "controlling" ...
Okay, so, we had a little list where everyone could go and post whatever they wanted. It was called Dirty Sanchez, and, umm, no one ever used it.
So I said: Maybe people will use it if I bound the conversation with, say, a topic. Hence, CHEESE. We all like cheese; we talk about it all the time; it's a good domain for little nugs of commentary.
So when list members (Leslie) began by posting things that weren't about cheese, I just tried to steer the conversation back to cheese. No biggie. No harm, no foul.
Nugs, not scuds, Leslie.
OK, so, to clarify, we stage a bloodless coup of "CHEESE" by feeding the Administrator huge portions of cheese until he falls into a non-life-threatening dairy coma.
We take over. We re-write the CHEESE style guide.
Wait a minute, what are nugs? What about hugs? When do we get to the hugs?
Whatever. Everything I've posted has been about CHEESE, and if He Who Walks in Darkness is too narrow-minded to see that, it's his loss.
How long have you lived in Northern California, Leslie? Five years? After all that time, you're unfamiliar with the all-purpose stoner term "nug"?
Perhaps
this will clarify things.
Keep on truckin, brah.