The Love that Dares not Speak Its Name
by Sean Gabb
Yes, I know that I’m a bone-dry Europhobe and all that. Even so, I do have a sneaking fondness for the Euro. If it weren’t really about unaccountable power for our ruling class, I’d see much to admire in a currency run by Germans that couldn’t be devalued, and where interest rates couldn’t be touched by HMG.
It sounds the next best thing to gold. Certainly, it beats a pound at the total mercy of duffers like Mervyn King and George Osborn.
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