Nicolas Sarkozy, the "French Kennedy," jogging up the steps of the Elysee Palace. His style is either invigoratingly breezy or gauche, depending on whom you ask. We'll hold off on further Camelot-izing until he incites a missile crisis with Vladimir Putin, but for now it's worth pointing out that le presidente's calves are the size of that meat flank that made Fred Flintstone's car tip over at the drive-in.