Eurobloat #0092 • December 2017
December gave us a European Monetary Fund nobody voted for, a defence pact dressed up as peace, the nuclear option fired at Warsaw, and a Parliament solemnly debating the chemistry of kebabs.
A monthly, sceptical look at what the European Union got up to last month. The promised paradise that never quite arrives, told one directive, regulation, and ruling at a time.
December gave us a European Monetary Fund nobody voted for, a defence pact dressed up as peace, the nuclear option fired at Warsaw, and a Parliament solemnly debating the chemistry of kebabs.
The month Brussels licensed weedkiller by accident, handed out two of London's agencies on a coin toss, signed twenty fresh social commandments and launched a defence union, all while lecturing Poland on the rule of law.
The month Brussels gave itself a prosecutor, voted to read your messages, dragged Ireland to court for charging too little tax, and announced an agenda for a more united, stronger and more democratic Europe nobody had asked for.
The month Brussels told two member states they had no right to refuse migrants, and Jean-Claude Juncker celebrated by demanding a single president, a common currency for everyone and rather more Europe all round.
The month Brussels paid Libyan militias to do the border work it refuses to do itself, threatened Washington to protect Russian gas, and decided your vacuum cleaner was the real menace.
The month Brussels graded Poland for the third time, drew up its own tax register, started dreaming of a eurozone finance minister, and paid the Libyan coastguard to do the border control it forbids itself.
The month Brussels fined a search engine the price of a small navy, drew up plans for an EU finance minister and an EU defence chequebook, and abolished a roaming charge it had spent a decade legislating into existence.
The month Brussels sketched a euro finance minister with his own taxes, fined Facebook for the crime of changing its mind, and graded twenty-seven governments on their homework.
April 2017, in which Brussels triggered twenty new social rights, told fathers exactly how to take their leave, and lectured Hungary on freedom while drawing red lines around Britain for daring to leave.
The month Brussels turned sixty, drew up five maps to a place nobody asked to go, and watched Britain post the letter that asks for directions out.
The month Brussels invented legal personhood for robots, drew up plans for an EU finance minister and a eurozone treasury, and paid Libyan militias to keep the boats away. A vintage February.
Brussels rang in the new year by drafting rules to read your WhatsApp, inventing a plastic card so plumbers may cross borders, and ordering members to ask permission before passing their own laws.
The month Brussels found a clever legal trick to override a Dutch referendum, scolded Poland, blessed a defence fund and wrote the small print that quietly capped its own free roaming promise.
The month Brussels appointed itself a Ministry of Truth, unveiled an EU army fund and a federal energy rulebook, demanded a permit before you board a plane, and lectured the eurozone to spend more it does not have.
The month a Belgian region of three and a half million people halted a continental trade pact, while Brussels relaunched its dream of taxing companies itself, fast-tracked a treaty before its own members had ratified it, and offered teenagers free train tickets to feel European.
The month Brussels answered Brexit by demanding more Europe: a defence fund, an EU army headquarters, free wifi, a link tax, and a roaming cap so stupid that Juncker had to bin it himself within days.
The month Brussels billed one company for a country's entire tax policy, begged Erdogan not to open the gates, and quietly decided how many days your phone may leave home.
The month Brussels declined to fine Spain and Portugal but reserved the right to confiscate their structural funds, blessed a fresh data deal with Washington, and discovered it had lost a referendum it still cannot mention by name.
The month a free people voted to leave, Brussels handed billions to African strongmen to police its borders, and the ECB started printing money to buy company debt. June 2016 was the EU at its most candid.
The month Brussels priced a refugee at 250,000 euros, ordered Netflix to carry more European films, and explained to Poland how to run its own courts.
The month Brussels passed a continent-sized data regime, voted to file every air passenger, deported Pakistanis to Turkey to mend a bargain it should never have struck, and graded Poland's homework.
The month Brussels paid an unsavoury regime to do the border control it would not do itself, told tobacco firms to get lost, and discovered to its horror that shops in different countries charge different prices.
The month Brussels handed Britain a legally binding scrap of paper, agreed to ship Europeans' data to America, and let carmakers keep poisoning the air on a 323-vote whim.
The month Brussels appointed itself headmaster of Poland, eyed a fresh corporate tax it could call its own, and watched the borderless dream dissolve into passport queues across the Oresund.
The month Brussels answered a border crisis by proposing to seize the borders, agreed to log every air passenger for five years, and flew to Paris to congratulate itself.