Life after Brexit — what will it be like for the European Union? Seneca III shares some thoughts on the matter.
The Mills of the Gods Grind Slowly, But They Do Grind Exceeding Fine
by Seneca III
The chances of a British-EU Free Trade Deal are disappearing fast, thanks to the EU’s intransigent demands for preconditions to be established before any negotiations begin. The geopolitical myopia on their side of the ditch is morbidly fascinating to behold and does not bode well for them.
Essentially, the EU is finished. It is a dinosaur on its last legs controlled from behind the scenes by an elderly, sterile, unf***able tub of lard (as Silvio Berlusconi so indelicately put it) and a French shirtlifter with delusions of grandeur who can’t even govern his own country.
From our west we are being insulted on an almost daily basis by Macron’s non-Celtic doppelganger and mouthpiece in the Emerald Isle, the Prime Minister of an even smaller island economically, in population and physically, and a person of similar mindset and deviant inclinations to the posturing Frenchman.
Looking down south we see Greece and observe that it doesn’t appear to be run by anybody at all. Currently, Italy appears to be in the same mess, but I do have some hope for them after their forthcoming elections. Many of us wish Mr. Salvini a fair wind and a safe landfall.
To their west is Spain, which seems to have forgotten the lessons of the Reconquista. When it comes to Catalonia, and despite its clinging to what is left of its empire in Ceuta and Melilla, it is now also trying to renege on the Treaty of Utrecht. Franco’s ghost is still lurking in the olive groves.
In the north of the continental EU, on the borders of the Land of the Bear, are Poland, Hungary, the rest of the Visegrad Four and the Baltic States who are just realising that the days of sucking at the over-generous Euroteat, mostly funded by the UK, are coming to an end. This presents them with a problem and, soon, with seminal decisions to make.
Somewhere in the same area is Romania, a net exporter of murderous criminals and gangsters to the rest of the EUSSR, but which otherwise is neither of any substance nor use whatsoever.
Just over the ditch Denmark and Holland, having mortgaged their long history of courage and independence in exchange for a few ephemeral benefits from the apparatchiks in Brussels, have submitted to the Roper scourge and continue to sit on the fence, hoping to extract something of value out the chaos that lies ahead. Nothing will come out of that.
On the edge of the Arctic Circle we find Sweden, now in the final stages of becoming the first European Caliphate, a violent murderous basket case of a once lovely, prosperous country, an exemplar of all that is wrong with socialism, pathological altruism and multiculturalism.
In all, this is the EU, a crumbling construct that keeps telling us that it is in fine shape and will ascend to even greater heights and that we must obey its instructions.
Yeah, well, O.K — so try it again if you must, Barnier, von der Leyen, Tusk, Verhofstadt et al… this is another last battle for us, and the same answer will be forthcoming this time, as it has every other time.
— Seneca III, in now free Middle England on the 4th day of February in this the year of our Lord 2020.
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