We will be doing another Lisbon Treaty vote. As I write this, I can hear Brian Cowen's loud, fevered scribbling of a plan on the back of a cigarette packet to get the blasted thing passed - with as few casualties as possible. Will it work? Yes, despite his best efforts!
This is the second treaty we fucked up the first time out. He and his predecessor couldn't get Nice passed on the first attempt despite facing an opposition of racists and headbangers. This motley crew included a tree hugger imitating Peter Tork of the Monkees and a Nazi midget who thought a European treaty on the administrative structures of the EU would cause a rash of mass abortions and black masses, populated by blacks.
Nevertheless, it happened again. Bertie bolted and Cowen campaigned as convincingly as Pete Postlethwaite playing Giuseppe Conlon could convincingly portray Lara Croft. Lisbon was a treaty advocated by babykillers and Euro-Imperialists, they said, and a great plague of locusts would come and devour our crops and and and and...
The truth is, that Lisbon is about the ADMINISTRATIVE STRUCTURES of the EU. Nevertheless, Cowen couldn't make that simple point, and didn't get it passed.
Si here we go again. We are presented with (cue fanfare) a set of declarations, non binding, and which have absolutely nothing to do with the treaty. There's statesmanship for you. The actions of the government speak for themselves. Lisbon has been a grade A farce, and this while we may need to go play it old school with Brussels, getting out the begging bowl, looking pathetic.
While the country's burning to the ground, we saw the great man Cowen doing what you'd expect a latter day Nero to do. Last Thursday, after his great press conference where no plan was proposed to save our economy, he was singing carols with the Civil Service choir.
