Berlusconi: unimpressed by Lady Macbeths exquisitely toned arm
Check out the expression on poor Barack’s face. It’s that expression of pained forbearance every husband has worn at one time or another when his wife has landed him deep in the doodoo and there ain’t nothing he can do because she’s his missus, right or wrong, and it’s more than his life’s worth to tell her her mistake.
So I guess we’ll have to tell her instead:
Michelle, we know exactly what was on your mind when you hugged Merkel, Medvedev and, Lord save us, Gordon Brown, while pointedly snubbing Berlusconi. And of course we sympathise. Berlusconi is a lech and a creep. He is definitely not the kind of guy you’d want sitting next to you at a White House brown rice and tofu fundraiser for the Andrea Dworkin Memorial Foundation For The Empowerment Of Oppressed Wimminhood.
But he is still the Prime Minister of Italy.
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