This week in Strasbourg saw two major debates on Russia and Syria. We were also honoured with Jupiter, the supreme god of the skies, thunder and lightening, aka President Macron.
He strutted his PR rhetoric, beaming the smile, a gimlet eye here and there and a step back and a tight grip on the podium for the showman, the new king of the European federalists.
The majority of MEPs and the Commission were in awe of Jupiter and his message of more taxation, more Europe and more of everything the voters are becoming to despise.
He promised an “off with their heads” message to the populists, the greatest threat his kingdom had seen since the Revolution.
He was proud of his country bombing Syria, because it showed the international community he was tough.
Each group leader was allowed a few minutes to pay homage to their new god, and they did.
The hard left, socialists, Greens and liberals all wanted higher taxes, tax harmonisation, green stuff and to tax the digital economy.
Merkel’s bunch were no better. They wanted all the taxation plus more Europe.
The leader of the ECR group, British Conservative, Syed Kamall, was in thrall too, begging Jupiter to offer us a few scraps to help Brexit along. The grovelling was nauseous.
Then Jupiter’s crown wobbled a bit when the French EFDD and ENF leaders spoke. It was like listening to the Brexit arguments all over again. Non grand Europe! No to open borders, no to immigration, no, non, no. It was a bit Thatcher-like.
Once he had replied robustly and angrily to my colleagues, the second round of speakers commenced. Speakers from each group were called according to their numbers of MEPs, providing they had indicated they would like to speak. We were last, with three of us, including me, indicating we would like to speak. President Tajani avoided our eyes and closed the speaking time. Nigel Farage had also left in disgust.
That’s how the EU works.