The impotent rage of an aging tribune

Sir Michael White, resident sage at the Guardian has today opened his mouth to roar, only to show to the world the fetid, decaying teeth of an Ottoman vizier. He has lost the arguement, the barbarians are at the gates, and so, rather than show the subtlty of his youth he resiles into impotent rage,

In placating their own Eurosceptic backbenchers and party activists – not to mention the dark, sullen group of angry voters who vote Ukip, BNP or not at all – they have marginalised Britain in Europe in all sorts of ways in order to play to the gallery.

Has the eldery roue ever met a UKIP voter, angry we may be, but dark and sullen? Not adjectives that really fit the norm.

What is so sad is that Sir Michael recognises the horrors being ladelled upon the people of Europe,

there's a democratic deficit in much of the current turmoil. The eurozone's leaders – a shadowy, half-elected caucus that Larry calls the Frankfurt Group – have, in effect, sacked the prime minister of Greece, and now Italy's too.

Portugal's and Ireland's governments have already fallen to election defeat, and Spain's is poised to be voted out too. That's always an important distinction: better the voters do it than Angela Merkel and Sarko.

There is none so sad than old and sad.