I started off this blog with an image. In my attempt to portray the troika’s policy I said it was like wanting to push a fat lady through a key hole and that whatever you did it was just impossible. Nevertheless, the troika, in their collective arrogance, knew that they could do it. So they set about starving and beating the fat lady into shape.
After two years the fat lady is no longer fat. She is worn and emaciated and very angry. And she still can’t fit through the key hole despite the troika’s and the Greek government’s best efforts to starve her even more and knock her about to make her more compliant.
Now, I had asked the naive question of, well why don’t they just open the door to let her through? The answer, as we have now come to realise is because the ultimate object of the exercise is to turn Greece (and the other southern European states in turn) into a neo liberal paradise where workers will have no rights and no wages to speak of.
But in this need to revert to a Dickensian jungle of cruelty and grief, they have overlooked one thing (well perhaps many). The weak emaciated lady whom they do not tire of torturing will either die on the spot and make a terrible stink that will whizz round the world and show Europe up in its true cruel, imperilaistic, heartless colours. Colours that will remind many around the world of the erstwhile Great European Empires and how vassals were treated.
Or else she may just sing her swan song. And mustering all the strength left in her weak and frail body, turn around and give the collective powers that be, Greek government and troika, such a punch in the face that it will send them reeling. Because really friends, they have only clay legs to stand on and it is about time we collectively realised that and put a stop to this cruel, heartless and I would add, pointless, insanity.
When the fat lady sings, only then will it be over.
