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