Damian
Thomson below suggests that there are no adults in Downing Street; a charge
with which it is hard to quibble. It’s regrettable that Eton College and Oxford
University feature as suggested contributors to this political malaise. The
list of PM’s and Chancellors of the Exchequer with similar educational
backgrounds is a long one and many highly regarded statesmen are numbered among
them.
You
have to read this live action piece of Euro-Farce and marvel if not wonder. The
video of Nigel Farage speaking to the European parliament is a classic well
worth the price of admission and not to be missed. (I know there are those among
you who don’t rate NF too highly, but he sure pins one on that gutless,
spineless wonder of a Brussels Troika – Van Rumply, Barroso and Renn. Not least
because, in this instance, like the man or not, he’s right on. He’ll be doing
UKIP’s numbers no harm among the Tory backwoodsmen with such sterling oratory).
We are also told that the other Troika is almost Johnny on the spot in Athens and the
huge news is that big Euro-Beast Barroso will be joining them. He’ll help
them come to the conclusion that Greece is as bust as a sovereign can get.
Massive debt redemptions looming in August, GDP in free fall, the Greeks
“hugely off track” in imposing austerity upon themselves. Perhaps Barroso is
there to threaten the Troika into donning the rose tinted specs so that another
tranche of real money can be poured into the bottomless pit. Or is he there to
tell Samaras that there is no scope to renegotiate so he should go quietly? And
now fresh from Berlin, a suggestion that the Affens beautician should be
sharpening the tools of his trade to apply another ‘aircut to a bunch of
baldies.
And
so, with the weather turning to serial scorchers in the Home Counties and
Sarfeast and the Olympic spectacle imminently to begin, August just around the
corner and traffic snarled from Swindon to Stepney-by-Bow, it may be a good
time to ignore the Euro and its practitioners, settle back with the TV and a
large G&T and allow the Euro Great & Good to head off to their summer
fleshpots unmolested. It (the Euro-Crisis) has become less than funny and given
its truly horrendous potential to destroy, hardly a good source or target of
black humour and sarcasm. They are going to make an horrendous mess of it, that
we can guarantee, so good taste suggests it’s time to grab a piece of Brighton
Rock and bury our collective heads in the sands of Scarborough. When we emerge,
something big may have been rent asunder with a bang or a whimper, but we can
meanwhile continue to grow old with our trousers rolled. Die Kanzlerin would be
well advised to take one of her long and bracing walks im Schwarzwald where
Hollande, Rajoy, and the Mario’s cannot find her.
As
for poor Spain, we can only weep – from Franco to Euro-purgatory in a
heart-beat.
Simon
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