Autumn of Discontent
Things are heating up in the Old Continent after a boiling summer. October will be the cruelest month, as the poet didn't exactly say, and it might also be crunch time. Europe is totally broke except for the Germans, who finally have the opportunity to take over the continent without a single Wehrmacht grenadier being killed. If the Euro is to survive, the Germans will have to bail the rest out-and the price will be control over the indebted countries. Personally I'd be delighted, but there are others with long memories, and unfortunately it's Brussels that will wind up on top.
Europeans seem more sophisticated than the law-abiding, tax-paying suckers in the good old U.S. of A., but they simply don't get it any more than the pompous, self-proclaimed elite within the Beltway. Multiculturalism, human rights for those who don't respect them, high taxation, and open borders are what the bureaucrooks in Brussels are all about, and that is what Europe is going to get. The Old Continent is on her last legs, unless Carla Bruni Sarkozy has triplets.
Even Blighty is being pulled down by the European Union and its multi-culturalism. Earlier this year, an asylum-seeker in England who claimed to be a lesbian won an injunction against deportation. A Ugandan illegal, she said she would face persecution in her homeland for doing a Lindsay Lohan. But a judge ruled that she wasn't a lesbian after all and was to be removed from the green and pleasant (just joking) land of England. The decision was overturned by a higher court that decided that she still "could be suspected of being Sapphic." So she remains in Britain on benefits, as does a man from Togo who has committed numerous crimes against women and children but claims that in his own land he's a no-no, and hence a possible victim.
How do you run a country when well-known criminals with records claim persecution back home and are allowed to stay in Europe thanks to the unelected judges of the EU Human Rights Act?
When I was busted at Heath-row Airport 27 years ago for carrying two grams of cocaine in my pocket, I was warned that after serving my four-month sentence in one of the toughest prisons in Britain, I could be deported. The Home Secretary at the time waived the rule because of my previous exemplary conduct-not even the proverbial parking ticket either side of the Atlantic-so I was allowed to stay and did not need to appeal. …