Sarkozy: Another in a long line of
arrogant Frenchmen deluded by
the thought that he ought to be
running Europe

Would Nicholas Sarkozy be hot-footing it to Dublin in the dog days of summer if Ireland had voted ‘Yes’ in its Referendum on the EU Constitution? Of course he wouldn’t. He is only going because even he can smell the raspberry the Irish blew at the EU last month. Having spoilt France’s grandiose plans for jobs for the boys, expect a whole lot of angry finger-wagging.

As his own spokesman Axel Poniatowski has made clear on his behalf, there is no other choice for the Irish but to hold a second referendum and, regardless of EU and French protestations to the contrary and regardless of whatever emollient nonsense Sarkozy utters in public, behind the scenes Brian Cowen will indeed have to put up with some serious pressure from this angry voyou from Paris to get it right in a second vote and to hold that vote sooner rather than later. Fortunately others are doing their democratic bit.

Now the faintly alarming President of Poland, Mr. Lech Kaczynski, has decided to withhold his signature, a legal requisite apparently for the completion of ratification by Poland, on the grounds that (a) Ireland voted ‘No!; (b) The Treaty of Lisbon requires everyone to say ‘Yes!’ for it to enter into law EU-wide; (c) ‘No!’ means ‘No!’; etc. etc.

Funny, isn’t it, that nations with some experience of being ruled effectively by other countries for hundreds of years (Ireland, the Czech Republic and Poland) should be the ones to throw a spanner in the works of a Treaty designed to end that independence once more. They know a thing or two about being part of an Empire and having looked into the abyss of being part of yet another one, they have wisely drawn back.

How one wishes to be a fly on the wall of a EuroNabob’s private get together to hear thier true opinions of such naysayers. I bet the swear-box would be full in five minutes. Still, France’s diminutive President will, nonetheless, be out and about bullying the Irish for spoiling his grand plans for France’s Presidency.

He had thought that this next six months would see France once more in its rightful place as the natural leader of Europe, handing out this fatcat job here, this little pourboire there, accepting the plaudits from a grateful Eurcracy and European political elite for a job well and truly done.

Instead he is left with having to illuminate one of Europe’s greatest phallic symbols, the Eiffel Tower, in the colours of the EU as a highly suggestive symbol of what the EU really has in mind for its handmaidens.

“Protection” seems to be a word uppermost in this anti-democrats mind at the moment:

“We must not be afraid of the word protection. We have to reflect on how to turn Europe into a means of protecting Europeans in their everyday lives.”

Here we are back in Humpty Dumpty territory once more:

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘glory,'” Alice said. Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously.

“Of course you don’t — till I tell you. I meant “there’s a nice knock-down argument for you!'”

“But `glory’ doesn’t mean `a nice knock-down argument,'” Alice objected.

“When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said in a rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.”

“The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean different things.”

“The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master — that’s all.”

Alice was too much puzzled to say anything, so after a minute Humpty Dumpty began again.

“They’ve a temper, some of them — particularly verbs, they’re the proudest — adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs — however, I can manage the whole lot! Impenetrability! That’s what I say!”

“Protection” in the Sarkozy lexicon means the sort of protection that allowing State Aid to moribund industries and companies implies; the sort of protection that huge subsidies to inefficient farmers throughtout the EU; and sort of protection implicit in ring-fencing French companies from the take-over acquistiveness of international companies which might not have the interests of France foremost in their minds.

That such ‘protection’ leads in the long term to even greater disaster is not a problem: the real protection is intended for the President himself and his chances of re-election and thus a place in the queue for a nice fatcat job with the EU as his reward.

That all this is down to the casting of ballots in a free and fair election at the same time as the EU is frothing about the electoral habits of one Robert Mugabe is a delicious irony. There is, but for the violence deployed by Mugabe’s henchmen, little difference between insisting that the Irish vote again until they get the answer right and Robert Mugabe holding a second vote and insisting that Zimbabweans elect the ‘right’ man, such has become the democratic deficit in the EU.

All that said, one is only too conscious of how the EU will simply sail on regardless. For the UK our best hope of throwing our own spanner in the works is holding matters up until at least June 2009 when we can express ourselves at a European Ballot Box. By the time we come to elect a European parliament next June, Labour will hopefully be less popular than the monster Raving Loony Party (which it often resembles) and a tidal wave will engulf the remaining EuroLover parties’ MEPs and sweep them into the sewers of history.

Then Cameron might feel disposed to consider he has a mandate to restoring the primacy of our nation over the unelected Eurocracy for which we have rolled over this past thirty-five years or so.

But I am not holding my breath.