This is something I expected from you wacky foreigners — Americans, Brits, Germans, Swedes, Belgians, Canadians, Mexicans, Spanish, Portuguese, Ukrainians, Russians, Chinese, Indonesians, Scots, the Irish and the French and the Japanese; you know, you people who aren’t real people like we Finns — but this is something I did not foresee for a Finn, though I should have.
Tarja Halonen, the President of Finland, is tweeting.
Which, if I could throw it back in time, I would. Mostly because the people of the 70s would assume it some suave European perversion, something forbidden in Ireland and Alabama, and denounced by Republicans and Christian Democrats everywhere minutes before their robes are flung wide showing just the thing — something involving general trippiness, healthy young sweat and exotic oils from India, probably.
(She seems to tweet mostly in Finnish, though. Must be to keep the plan “Russian Invasion 2012” secret. Wouldn’t do to have Mr. Putin having his rusty divisions at the border to meet the unstoppable alcohol-fueled Finnish onslaught.)
Ptah; sooner or later I’ll fall for tweeting, too.