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One of the most ridiculous myths ever to be propagated by the EU ideologists is that of an alleged “prophecy” which Victor Hugo – the French nutca… err, author – made in the 19th century:
A day will come when war will seem as absurd and impossible between Paris and London, between Petersburg and Berlin, between Vienna and Turin, as it would be impossible and would seem absurd today between Rouen and Amiens, between Boston and Philadelphia. A day will come when you France, you Russia, you Italy, you England, you Germany, you all, nations of the continent, without losing your distinct qualities and your glorious individuality, will be merged closely within a superior unit and you will form the European brotherhood, just as Normandy, Brittany, Burgundy, Lorraine, Alsace, all our provinces are merged together in France. A day will come when the only fields of battle will be markets opening up to trade and minds opening up to ideas.
Where is the vomitorium, I hear you ask? Indeed, apart from Victor Hugo’s comical affectation, it is worth pointing out that this message has neither fulfilled itself, nor will it ever. War, in the 21st century, is a reality, not only in Europe but on the entire planet; two world wars have bloodied the 20th century, the question of nationalism remains alive and kicking, the criterion for unity are no clearer than they used to be, and, to top it all with, Europe is neither “fraternal”, nor are markets “open to trade”. What kind of Europe do we want, and why do we want it? I have never, in my entire life as a man of the world, seen the mob in the streets voicing their enthusiasm towards the EU, the glory of the Euro and their will to pay Bureaucrats in Brussels with reckless abandon.
Rather au contraire, as Victor Hugo would say. “Europe Day” – another apish EU trick attempting to imitate Independence Day in the United States whilst failing miserably – is probably the least celebrated day in Europe, and the only fun to be gained from the EU flag is burning it in front of the European Parliament for a modicum of pyromaniac delight.
The EU is neither fraternal with itself nor with the Third World. Without, it closes its barriers to countries which could effortlessly sink the CAP, staunchly defended by the incompetent French peasantry; within, it ruins countries with unfair fishing and farming quotas. And while we’re at it, Vicky fails once more by predicting that Russia – Brussels’ number one enemy – would also be there, whereas the Russian Federation, by maintaining its influence in the Caucasus and the Balkans, has ridiculed Brussels’ “diplomacy” time and again.
The EU, furthermore, intends to erase the national characteristics of each country through a uniform, globalizing, steamrolling process which nearly succeeded with the failed pseudoconstitutional text back in 2006, in which a Europe of States, and not a Europe of Nations, was mentioned. The scorn the Brussels oligarchs feel towards those who don’t believe in the EU and want nothing to do with it is also highly eloquent in what regards Victor Hugo’s “democratic” poppycock. Why must a person who neither feels European nor wants to be European be caught up in this imperialist wet dream? (Let us remind our readers that this is the closest a Eurocrat can get to sexual intercourse).
And let us not forget this most pathetic idea which has given the European Cthulhu many a sleepless night, this ridiculous concept, fruit of an undeniable American influence: that of creating the United States of Europe. The magnitude of this absurdity is so mind-boggling that one wonders if they are actually hiring children to write down their political theories. Neither have the United States been like Europe, nor will Europe ever be like the United States, a country built upon a hodgepodge blend of Enlightenment, liberalism, protestant thought and the will to agglutinate all Americans in the so-called “American dream”.
There is no such thing as a “European dream”; there is no European Kennedy. There is no European Hollywood. Rather, there is the European nightmare, because the Old World is a land whose mentality is radically different to that of the United States: ancient rivalries, mistrust, citizens unwilling to be part of some cheap imitation of the United States, and structural problems which have been dragged on ever since the days of the ECSC. Obviously, European countries also have different languages, different identities, different historical evolutions, different external zones of influence (viz., the Commonwealth, French influence in North Africa, Belgian influence in Congo…), diverse economies, sociological differences which separate Sweden from Spain far more than Pennsylvania from New Mexico… probably, the greatest difference with the United States is the fact that in the United States everybody feels American, whereas in Europe, not a soul feels European (a few exalted nutcases notwithstanding). Ask a Frenchman, Icelander, Greek or Hungarian which is his country and his identity, and they will answer, without flinching, that they are French, Icelandic, Greek or Hungarian. And if you ask a Fleming, a Corsican, a Kosovan or a Basque, they will answer likewise. Nobody will ever answer “European” unless you should take the trouble to visit some Euroleech in Brussels trying to somehow justify his Achaemenid salary.
The EU, no matter what Vicky’s prophecy may say, has no future (furthermore, obviously, Victor didn’t mean that there would be an EU like that which Kalergi or Unamuno wanted in Vienna, back in 1923). It is dangerous to found a political project on obscure economic interests based upon a prophecy which hasn’t fulfilled itself and whose meaning is both unclear and open to the most grotesque interpretations.
Prophecies are funny things, as you can always twist them to fit your own agenda. Let's have a look at the discovery of America: there was this pathetic pseudoscientific theory about it, relating a text by Seneca to Christopher Colombus; the text in question was from Medea: venient annis saecula seris, / quibus Oceanus vincula rerum / laxet et ingens pateat tellus / Tethysque novos detegat orbes / nec sit terris ultima Thule.
In English, that would be, “In later years a time will come when Oceanus shall relax his bars and a vast territory shall appear, and Tiphys shall discover new worlds, and Thule shall no longer be the remotest spot on Earth”
If we should interpret Thule as the Iceland of the ancients, and therefore, the last known land to the West, we may find that Seneca had predicted the official discovery of America by Christopher Colombus in 1492, no less. Amusing, isn't it? That's prophecies for you...
The Lisbon Treaty. Or how it should have been..?
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