Non Transit Turpia Mundi
by Sean Gabb
I’ve just turned on the wireless, to hear that the euro may be collapsing. I haven’t noticed much shift in the exchange rate with sterling – then again, the pound is probably collapsing as well. No benefit for Mr Blake, then, on his next trip overseas to launch a novel translation.
Many people are rejoicing that, once the euro goes, there will be an end of the European Union. I wouldn’t be too sure, or so complacent. On the one hand, political entities able to steal and splash the proceeds round on that scale don’t collapse overnight. We could be in for years of protracted and boring death throes. On the other hand, once the EU has gone, we shall find ourselves subject again to the absolutely sovereign power of Parliament. Bearing in mind that the main qualification for being allowed into Parliament is to be a bribe-hunting whoremaster, willing to nod through anything demanded by the bureaucracy and its corporate/fake charity friends, I think we’ll soon be regretting the days of an EU Empire that was at least rather slow and predictable in its despotism.
Expect the worst, dear readers – expect the worst.