I fear it has become necessary to place what some might term a disclaimer on this page. I'd like to call it my newest role as Captain Obvious. First, the title of the page aside, we're not here advocating the process of actually covering the nation with the 5th largest economy in the world with asphalt. Notre Dame is too pretty for that. Second, if you have either A) a thin skin, or B) no ear for sarcasm...then I suggest you exit accordingly.

Finally, take a pill. This isn't scholarly work, this is fun. It's fun to poke fun at a country that's snubbed its collective nose at America since not long after June 6, 1944. It's also fun to post mischaracterized news, photoshop humor - the works. Get over it.

Now...about those hosts:

(Where's that bio for Damian?!)

Krempasky enjoys long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners beer and football. Since the French do neither of these things well, there's no reason for him not to hate the Frogs.

While McDonald may, at first glance, appear French - a bit rude, a lot arrogant, verbose, using words most of us don't understand - upon further investigation, it turns out he bathes everyday, thereby dispelling the rumor. He maintains a weblog at Gleeful Extremist.

Authors Emeritus (Valerie and Carine have started their own blog over at e-nough!

"I have a dream, that one day I will wake up... an American citizen." Before she realized the dream she voiced on this historical day, Carine lived too many several years in France, a country she was born in, though her roots were elsewhere. She learned, the hard way, that you'd better not trust the inhabitants of this country, had to hold your nose while using the subway and could count only on US and British troops to set you free. So one day, she decided to enter the Resistance from behind enemy lines. So here she is.

After nearly 13 anti-USA propaganda-filled years, Valerie is cutting spending drastically and working feverishly to get her red, white and blue derrière outta there. Her 'transnational' husband, an American tragically trapped inside the body of a Frenchman, needs massive doses of donuts and tex-mex in order to one day live a full life as an American. Herself born in France, Valerie admits to having French relatives and in-laws and having heard it all...from 'What's wrong with Nazis, they're people just like everybody else'... to...'I'm angry with Bush - he didn't kill enough Arabs in Iraq',...she esteems herself well-placed to help others understand cheese-eaters and their wacky fun-loving culture. A musician, writer and art historian, she hereby confirms that there is no French pop music, contemporary writing or art worth saving, so let the paving commence!