Thursday, 14 March 2013

Prayer for the Dying

The European Union has been described as an out-of-control juggernaut, crushing dissent beneath its irresistible wheels as it trundles blindly on to... where?  What is the eventual purpose of this unaccountable monster which ignores democracy even while claiming to promote it? Immune to criticism and deaf to expressed concerns it staggers intemperately on, eating up independence and subjugating peoples; all the while proclaiming itself a force for good even as it practices its evil.

The EU while saying the opposite is following the well-trodden path of all dictators; Robespierre, Hitler, Mussolini, Ceaușescu... the list is long. How much rope do we give the unelected Über-burghers of Brussels before we have to fashion that rope into nooses? For only a revolution will prevent their pressing forward with Common Purpose to the inevitable bloody end. It didn't matter who voted for what, yesterday, the EU budget will only ever go in one direction - up.

The European Union already has rulers, palaces, parliament... a flag, an anthem, a mission and firmly embedded corruption. In an insincere tribute to the new Pope, I offer the EU a daily prayer.

El Presidente, which art in Brussels, 
Hated be thy name; 
Our kingdoms crushed; 
thy will be done, 
in the EU as it is in Moscow. 
Give us this day our daily pittance. 
And forgive us our thought crimes, 
as we forgive them that brief against us. 
And leave us not as a free nation; 
but deliver us from liberty. 
For thine is the federation, 
the poor, and the gory, 
for ever and ever. 
We’re fucked.

Gawd 'elp us.

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