The European political class, that little social-democratic army of polyester suited Europhiles dragging little wheely bags around airports from Budapest to Barcelona with Brussels in between, is increasingly out of kilter with Europe's voters over immigration. The Europols like imigration; immigrants are atomised individuals with no inherent ties to European nation, place or community, people for whom the grey overhead of the Leviathan central State offers money, housing and healthcare, and therefore their affection. In contrast to we unreformed ingrates, who treat them with scorn, their manoeuvering for power and position with contempt, their blatant trickery and anti-democracy with ire.
But the schism between Europe's political class and Europe's people over immigration is growing increasingly large. In Switzerland, Denmark, Sweden, the Netherlands, France, Italy, Hungary, Austria and even Belgium itself, voters are putting their crosses next to the anti-immigration parties. The petulant whining from Brussels in defence of the Roma, north African ghetto-makers, the African diaspora, criminal Somalis and Romanian pickpockets and baby-druggers is not finding many echoes.
The difference between the original European idea of a single free market, of dismantling barriers to trade and movement of goods and people, of eroding the frictional costs of commerce and the Europe we have now has been likened to the difference between Marxism and Leninism. What natural progress failed to achieve quickly was brutally imposed by diktat. And once that power is tasted, once exercised, it becomes as hard to kick as crack cocaine.
Let's not forget that our own loathsome political class have more in common with their counterparts across Europe than with the people of Britain.