`No!' the EU said, a little sullenly, but stoutly; `I'm not sorry. And it isn't folly at all! It is simply glorious!'
Anyone unfamiliar with Kenneth Grahame's classic will not know Toad's obsession with squandering his wealth on foolish self-indulgence:
They reached the carriage-drive of Toad Hall to find, as the Badger had anticipated, a shiny new motor-car, of great size, painted a bright red (Toad's favourite colour), standing in front of the house. As they neared the door it was flung open, and Mr. Toad, arrayed in goggles, cap, gaiters, and enormous overcoat, came swaggering down the steps, drawing on his gauntleted gloves.I get the same feeling with Brussels. Britain turns its back for an instant and lo, the EP have voted for an EU army. Even now, some talentless little unelected functionary in the Berlaymont is already designing the ceremonial uniforms, glorious kitsch costumes replete with yards of gold braid so that Herr Juncker and the other unelected officials can play at being the Emperor Bokassa.
All the while their foolish hubristic self-indulgence is eroding the real security of Europe maintained by NATO. They're still hiding behind weasel words, obfuscation and deceit, but there's no doubt as to the direction of travel or of the aspiration.
Foolish, lunatic little dags.