You were born in 1993. The world watched as you crawled along. Being all cute and everything while your teeth popped out one by one.
In 1995 your terrible two’s hit. The Srebrenica massacre in 1995 in Bosnia and Herzegovina showed you were still unable to control yourself as you stumbled and scraped your knee. So big uncle NATO stepped in to clean up the scrape and make it all better.
Over the next decade you had your typical growing pains. Financial ocncerns, 10 new members in 2004 and the largest trans-national election in history.
Then hit your teens and another growth spurt in 2008-2009. My how you were growing.
Then it started. The financial coughing. Mommy Merkel and Daddy Sarkozy tried their best. They gave you some cough syrup and told you it would be better if you stayed out of the cold. But you didn’t. The phlegm became blood in the streets of Greece. They tried to give you more medicine. But it wasn’t enough. Your cough became bronchitis and then pneumonia.
And now here you lie. A mere 18 years old. On the verge of death.
For tomorrow two elections take place. Greece will likely see a minority government that may take decades to work itself out. And it’s hard to believe that after decades and decades of deficit budgets, even France is going to move even further left if they toss Sarkozy out (which is looking to be likely).
And I am sure Germany is tired. Oh so tired. Many are longing for the Deutschmark to come back so they can stop giving unwanted medicine.
Is the EU in it’s final death throes? Is the EU OfficiallyScrewed?
