In The
Netherlands, the right-wing Europhilic government came down yesterday when one
of the coalition partners, the much reviled and censured PVV Freedom Party,
decided to call it a day and rejected the crippling Brussels Austerity Diktat.
New elections are expected in October (they’re not always the fastest up there,
are they? But then them Dutchmen have to wade through all that mud which makes
up most of their country, so I guess we have to be understanding of their sluggishness).
Meanwhile it is amusing to see that the country which most insisted on the
strict observance of the arbitrary 3 % budget deficit ceiling, is unable to
live by its own rules (for others) and, in deeds if not in words, requests
budgetary flexibility (for itself). Where have we seen this one before? Oh yeah,
right: back in 2003, when the northern countries themselves mowed down the Euro
Stability Pact when it was convenient to them! History repeats itself once
again! Boy, are they in an ugly fix!
Of course, what
Europe (I mean the continent and its inhabitants) needs most right now, and is loudly
clamouring for, is one single leader of vision and courage who dares to say No
to Europe (here I mean the Brussels Beurocratic Oligarchy who pretend they
represent something more than themselves and their
grandmothers-cum-personal-secretaries). So far, only Mr Camaron did so once
(and we haven’t heard from him since) and – somewhat unexpectedly - Mr Rajoy of
Spain, when he came out with the brazen declaration that he’d cut the Spanish 2012
budget deficit not to 3 % but to 5.8. Never mind that he later had to swallow a
compromise 5.3 %. I have the impression that this was a calculated concession. So
praise where it belongs: so far, Don Mariano’s minor success is the only victory
of a sovereign state over ‘Haiku’ Herman’s Herrenvolk.
It so happens,
that Mr François Hollande, Socialist candidate in today’s presidential
elections in France, has promised with so many words to stand up to Brussels if
he gains the Elysée Palace. We shall see how that turns out. Don’t ask me to
make predictions. Today, April 22, is only the first round of the presidential
elections, and much as Mr Hollande is absolutely bound to win according to all electoral
experts and other Cassandras, my French compatriots are famously fickle and
unpredictable in their voting habits. So anything may happen, and we will not
know until May 6th, when the second round of the elections will be held.
In any case, that
merry month of May – called, as we all know, after mankind’s greatest culinary
discovery: the Golden Sauce – promises to be a most decisive and fascinating period,
a month in which Sage History will stamp its true wishes upon our future. The
things that lie ahead of us in the coming five weeks! On the 6th we
will not only have the presidential elections in France, but also the general
elections in Greece! On the 23rd, the presidential elections in
Egypt will be unleashed, and boy, will that be a triumph of freedom! On the 30th
Ireland will have its referendum on the EU Austerity Treaty, which may well
blow up the whole of the Alcatraz prison into which Ali Babarroso and his
fourty thousand goalers hope to immure the European nations.
And last, but
certainly not least significant, on May 26, in Baku, Azerbaijan, we will be
treated to the Eurovision Song Contest, in which, for the first time in its inane
history, a band of Deserving Dames will compete with the spoiled, young, vain,
interchangeable and exhibitionist, for an insignificant trophy and the prize money
with which they plan to build a church in their village! A CHURCH! Have you
ever heard of such a thing?!
So no matter
your political preferences, no matter where you live, never mind your class or
your income, your skin colour or your sexual inclinations: do old Al a favour.
Tune in to that bombastic Eurovision Bash on the 26th of May, and
simply to honour age and celebrate this most unheard-of occasion, which will
not come around again in your lifetime
Vote the Buranova Babushkas!!
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