Reading about all those earthquakes (the fully expected UKIP triumph in Britain and that of the Front National in France as well as a few London boroughs swinging back to Labour) I, naturally thought of the Cole Porter lyrics:
Is it an earthquake, or simply a shock?
Is it the good turtle soup, or merely the mock?
Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy?
Or is what I feel the real McCoy?
Is it for all time, or simply a lark?
Is it Granada I see or only Asbury Park?
Is it a fancy not worth thinking of?
Or is it at long last love?
Who but Cole Porter would or, indeed, could put together a song whose lyrics were made up entirely of questions?
Anyway, back to politics or what passes for it in the European Union. So, was it an earthquake, a peasants' revolt, a "victory of European democracy" despite the low turn-out, a "warning to Europe" whatever that might mean or a fascist coup, it being axiomatic among some commentators that anything that is against the EU must be "fascist"? You, the reader, must decide. But, since like our masters in Brussels and Strasbourg, I do not think readers can be left to their own decisions, I shall be writing my own version though it might take a few hours and might appear somewhere else first. In the meantime, talk amongst yourselves.