
The 'procedure' for choosing the EU President is rapidly turning into a
dog's dinner.
Quel surprise, mes amis und freunden. What's that? Twenty-seven countries, all with different agendas, all with different amounts of influence, all with heavy axes to grind (some of them centuries old)
cannot come to an agreement?
Good job, then, isn't it, that the Bilderberg Group has given them a little nudge. Surely, there will be apparent negotiation, argument, deals, promise of deals, frustration, and lots of sage head-nodding and stern head-shaking at the nosh-up this evening but, in the end, the job will go to Van Rompuy. (Sorry, Tone, the UK is just too much of an embarrassment to the EU - the same goes for Banana Boy. Iraq, employment legislation opt-outs, spurning the Euro; these are the chickens coming home to roost.)
What, of course, has not yet been revealed is what the new President will do - yes, he will do
what he is told, of course. We just don't know
exactly what that is going to be.