The long European love affair with socialism is about over. In the immortal words of Margaret Thatcher, European governments have finally run out of other people’s money to bestow on the non working voters, and the non working voters are none too happy about it, so unhappy they riot in the streets, attack the Prince of Wales, burn cars, storm Parliament, urinate on the statue of Winston Churchill, all because the government raised university tuition. And that was just in England. Similar scenes for much the same reasons were seen all over Europe this summer as the governments tried to take back goodies they bestowed on the voters in the good times, good times they never thought would end. But end they did, though no one, as yet, believes it, demanding the party continue, demanding the band play on.
The party goers and well wishers
Deny the facts, deny the fissures
They dance atop the speeding floe
That hurtles to the falls below
We have our rights! they scream and shout
You cannot turn this floe about!
There are no falls around the bend
And if there are, it’s not the end
So we will dance and sing all night
And hope that all will turn out right
America will save us soon
Did not they put men on the moon?
Are not they friends who won’t forget?
Will they not come to pay our debt?
They’ve saved us from much worse before
They saved us twice from reckless war
They saved us from the Russian bear
Deny us now they would not dare
No we will dance, watch our debt climb
While fearful they won’t come this time
With pieces breaking off the floe
Here come the falls, the rocks below
Two thousand years, a goodly run
We’ve thrown away for decades fun
No babies born, but what the hell
I’m sure Islam will treat us well