The euro looks like it is going the way of the Dodo. In the immortal words of Monty Python, it is a deceased, defunct parrot. And with the demise of the euro goes the Eurozone and the strangling bureaucracy in Brussels. But the ruling elites in Europe, fighting furiously to save their positions and sinecures, are paddling furiously upstream, trying to stay afloat, blissfully unaware the boat is being pulled inexorably toward the cataract, and paddle as they might, the boat is going over the falls, ending the socialist dream, possibly forever.

Euro, euro, euro your boat

Gently down the stream

Over the falls and onto the rocks

Life is a bad dream

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