By Mark Grant
Europe has taken
to making comments and engaging in either great promises of future events or
the denials of any epitaphs on any gravestones in the days that separate Friday
from Monday. The markets are closed these days and it has become an obvious
strategy to swing the various banners of national interests or to offer such
schemes and plans as would suit the people who live and die based upon bold
faced headlines and who give no thought as to their meaning. The propaganda
machines spew sweet cakes and sweet meats and hope that no one recognizes that
someone must clean up after the retching that will invariably take place. I
suggest to each of you that your concentration should not be placed upon offers
of Nirvana but squarely and solidly upon what is actually implemented for it is
there that the truth is found and it is from there that future events may be
predicted.
The Spanish
Finance Minister calls for unlimited bond buying by the ECB and schemes are
floated of tying the yields of all of the periphery debt to that of Germany and
each is heralded as brilliant in its conception and without consequence in the
real world as if the blue fairies in some Elfin Kingdom are going to pick up
the tab. Please notify me, contact me immediately day or night, when this Kingdom
is discovered because it will be at that precise moment when I change my view
on Europe and come to the conclusion that all can be righted without
consequence and that the ECB is an institution outside of the boundaries of
this universe as many people seem to think these days. When this Magical Land
is found I will also believe, along with so many others, that the capital of
Europe is unlimited, that Germany receives money from the mines of the Dwarves
beneath Stuttgart and that the proprietors of all of the restaurants in Europe
always pick up the bill and free lunches have been brought back to our world in
a flurry of pixie dust and wizard’s incantations. I am in France
now; send me the Hobbits, Peter Pan is invited to any meal, I will go to any body
of water and converse with Merlin and the Lady of the Lake, I will meet with
anyone from Harry Potter’s Ministry of Magic upon a moment’s notice and having
seen the proof of “Money for Nothing and Chicks for Free” I will recant at any
Inquisition, Spanish or otherwise, and confess the errors of my ways.