In the week which may well determine the future of the euro, if it’s got one, up pops Jacques Delors
In the week which may well determine the future of the euro, if it’s got one, up pops Jacques Delors, president of the EU 1985-1995, the architect of the fiasco that is EMU, to say the impending disaster is everyone else’s fault but his. In his view, it’s all down to the stubbornness of the Germans, the blind politicians of the member states, the Council of Ministers, the finance ministers, the over-optimistic Monnet, speculators and the uncertainty of markets and anyone else within range.
It was an amazing interview that Charles Moore of the Telegraph conducted with the 86-year old self-styled “Frenchman, Catholic, intellectual, socialist… and the man like Gramsci!” Gramsci indeed – that Italian Marxist “philosopher” you all know about, who was imprisoned by the fascist Mussolini. What a complete fraud this absurd little Frenchman still proves to be, completely unrepentant to the last.
How did this unelected official plunge a whole continent into trouble and strife by peddling his unworkable ideas? Simple, he was unelected and unaccountable, in itself a fraud on democracy. Now he blathers on that the problem is that all the members have different economies and that the idea of putting them all together was flawed from the outset!
The sheer intellectual dishonesty of this complete nincompoop is excused by the fact that the EU has often made up and changed its own rules “historically” as required – behind closed doors, of course, as he comments on the fact that two democracies are now quite properly run by unelected EU-apparatchiks, as though these countries were satraps of the Brussels pen-pushers. This approach to democratic government is nothing to do with the current problems, you see.
This man would put a bar of soap in the bath to shame in the slippery stakes: he has a banana skin of a mind, and his conscience has all the characteristics of an oil slick, and his double-standards on all matters is everyone else’s double-jeopardy. If this man ever spoke something resembling the truth his tongue would fall out in total surprise, and all the rats for miles around would run up their drainpipes.
And the Anglo-Saxons who advised at the time that a central bank not answerable to a sovereign state was a nonsense, he now admits, “had a point”. A point?! So what did you do about it Jacques? Rien de tout? What part of ‘sovereign state’ don’t you understand, you unreconstructed federalist? Could you imagine how many falsehoods would show up on this man’s tax returns, if he had to fill one in, which he doesn’t? He doesn’t have to pay any taxes, like all the other unelected EU officials – and no guesses for whose idea that was.
It’s amazing isn’t it, that a man who calls himself “an intellectual” is intellectually dishonest every time he thinks a thought or opens his mouth? He wouldn’t know what the Intellect was if it knocked him over in the street, this Frenchman who thinks he’s an Italian! And now this great “intellectual” says the EU is the next step in “the Judaeo-Christian tradition of Greek philosophy and democracy, Roman law, the Age of Enlightenment and” – wait for the drum roll – “the French Revolution”! Anyone who can see a linkage between the divine Plato and Le Terreur of Monsieur Robespierre must be off his rocker.
Next thing we’ll know is the return of Mme Guillotine – hopefully on the front page of The Sun, with a headline screaming ’Off with Your’s, Delors!’ If the euro, the brainchild of dear socialist Frère Jacques, disintegrates then no one should be surprised or mourn its passing for a single second, born as it was in the vacuous and muddled space between this man’s ears. No wonder Thatcher saw through this apology of a visionary in a split-second, and realised that he was a danger both to democracy and Europe.