There is a certain “je ne sais quoi” mood in Europe this summer. A general malaise, perhaps, or it might be if it weren’t for the fact that many are revelling in the sweet life. The Summer, which began in Nanjing, China, and a renewed confrontation with a disgusting sky that emphatically screams out that the capitalist 3% compound growth model is unsustainable, passed through six weeks in London, a week away from Munich on the road to Barcelona and back, before seeing me here in a little cafe in the Bavarian capital.
Still looking into the sun and, with the cheery faces, it all smacks of “la dolce vita”. Difficult not to be optimistic in a part of the world where most of us are still on the sunny side and it is tempting if not to fall hook, line, and sinker for the drivel that the mainstream media pumps out, to at least consider it with the type of indifference that is portrayed in Satre’s ‘the Reprieve’. Yes, those heady days prior to the Munich Agreement in 1938 followed by a year of living on borrowed time.
However, back to the here and now if the form book is anything to go by, Hillary Clinton, that passionate disciple of US exceptionalism synonymous, who is synonymous with war crimes and crimes against humanity, might make us expect that a “Déjà vu” of sorts is on the horizon. After all if the journalist and author John Wight is to be believed, Donald Trump, the alternative for the role of leader of the “free world”, is “a slobbering megalomaniac who should be kept away from political office in the same way a three-year-old child is kept away from a box of matches”.
Indeed, in reading Mr. Wight’s article, it all makes a lot of sense, even if there is not a lot new and it should be stressed that the emphasis has to be on the title, “Who will save us from America”, as it becomes increasingly clear that America itself is beyond redemption and, as the Summer comes to an end, it should be obvious that we are all revelling in our own little reprieve but then as capitalism coughs and splutters as the inevitable once again approaches, the question might be asked; was it ever any different?