The European fantasy world, a product of Lefty hubris, is coming to its destined and predicted end. But it worked for a while. Europe was the world of sparkling wine and soaring rhetoric, all designed to convince the rubes that unelected Lefty bureaucrats in Brussels would turn arithmetic on its head, that markets and bond yields and soaring debt and public sector pensions and six week paid vacations meant nothing, that all that  mattered was good intentions. All would be well, the Lefty shamans and vote grafters insisted, especially since the United States was footing the defense bill and Germany was paying off the deficits run up by the Mediterranean countries whose economies were destroyed by the insane one currency fits all policy of the Lefty elites. And now it is coming to a close. But at least the Left had the power for a while, and that was the important thing.

 

From the frozen Arctic Circle

To the warm winds of the Med

From the plains of Eastern Europe

To the Channel they were led

By the shamans and the grifters

To the Land of Sparkling Wine

Where the straw was turned to gold and

Silver Fruit hung from the vine

To the Land of Full Employment

Where the State took every care

Just to see that all were happy

And no cupboard would be bare

And the people raised Colossus

To a height that ne’er was seen

Where the clouds formed at the navel

And the cloak was always green

For the Spring was always coming

Warming days and pleasant nights

And the people took the silver

And the gold as their just rights

And they builded them a Fortress

Lest Reality come forth

Letting ice and snow come flying

And the wind blow from the north

Yet the Fortress was assaulted

By the growing Winds of Fate

And in panic and in anger

People rushed upon the Gate

Thinking safety lay in walls that

Proved the merest wisps of straw

And Colossus shook and trembled

And in fear the people saw

That Colossus lay in shambles

Pieces strewn upon the plain

Where it lay for generations

Slowly rusting in the rain