‘The latest accessory in the wardrobe of MEPs is a specially made “official sash” for the European Parliament
The golden-tasselled sash emblazoned with the European Union’s flag was announced via an email sent to Brussels parliamentarians on Thursday.’
Jackboots and long black leather coats to follow….
Ja! Und lots of scrambled egg on the caps…..
Designed by Hugo Boss, no doubt.
GG, didn’t Hugo Boss design their uniforms first time around?
Yep, hence the reference, John.
And they will all be driving Volkswagen.
Excuse me gentlemen while I PUKE
FFS!! We’re talking the EU here. These bastards have been totalitarian from day 1. They are just more open about it now…sortta like that HBSC in the WH has the left openly contemptuous of the Constitution.
Right Nelson!
The Progressives of the West World think they have won…TIME TO LET IT ALL HANG OUT!…loosen the belt…Run a victory lap! Just a little mopping up operation to do on the proles and in a few years we will have West World in maximum security lock down.
But like the academic man said, Five Year Plans, New Deals and Towers of Babel all fall down on the heads of their inventors.
When I worked for an American multi in Knightsbridge, overlooking Hyde Park, the Europeans raced to windows whenever they heard martial music or the clopping of horses’ hooves. They lap it up. Mind you, we’re not much different. Bread and circuses. Missiles paraded through a town near you. Collective amnesia, do we teach our young anything?
What a piece of crap.
Agree. ‘Andy’ is headed for the spam bin very shortly.
The E.U. is an unrepresentative joke that decries that filthy “nationalism” while ignoring the ghastly record of totalitarianism in the last century.
E.U. lesson learned?
Nationalism was to blame for it all. Wipe out nation states — borders and indigs. And, oh, create a political structure that is to representative government what I am to sex god.
The Marx Brothers were deadly serious political commentators in comparison. Is this not the birth of Ruritania we are witnessing?
Tragedy and farce, Colonel. And who knows where one leaves off and the other begins?