‘First Great European Novel?’ Hogwash!

I was waiting for the one visitor I was likely to see this week, and had the misfortune to have DW on, so had to listen to an interview with a very unpleasant scribbler named Robert Menasse.


Menasse, Disloyal ‘Austrian’


He’s just had a novel published, in German (because he is ‘Austrian – or is said to be; we’ll come back to that later) so that must have been the excuse for the German propaganda channel to bring him in and let him unload his nauseating disloyalty to his own country.

Astonishingly, Politico refers to his book as the ‘First Great European Novel.



I’ll reserve judgement on its ‘greatness’ until when, or if, I get around to reading it, but the first great novel I read about the Brussels Empire was a gift from my offspring over three decades ago.

It was written by a British patriot named Andrew Roberts.


Hasil gambar untuk aachen memorandum roberts


‘The Aachen Memorandum’ described how the ‘European Project’ was broken on the rock of British resistance and ended with the deliverance of the UK from its coercive control.

The Aachen Memorandum: Amazon.co.uk: Andrew Roberts …=

What a contrast with Menasse’s sycophantic praise yesterday for the EUSSR’s flunkeys  – he more or less repeated what he told Politico –  “polyglot, highly-qualified, enlightened and liberated from the irrationalities of national identity…



…was hard to stomach, but I stuck it out stoically.

The man wants a ‘European Republic,’ so he says, and with a sneer at Italian democracy, he ranted that it was ‘grotesque to talk about national elections…’



….phenomena which he hopes to outlive, it seems, for he whines that ‘as long as we have national elections,’ as if they are something he can’t wait to see consigned to the dustbin of history.

And that is Manesse to a T, or to an EUSSR. He is a creature from whom every iota of patriotism has been erased.

Even the DW interviewer seemed slightly taken aback when, arising from the fact that the scribbler’s father had been a star soccer player for Austria, he asked Manesse how he felt when his country’s team was playing.



The rotten little Scheisseschwein’s reply?

He thought it was nice enough to watch any skilful play, but it mattered nothing to him if Austria won or lost.



He would, he said, like to see an end to national teams.

He couldn’t care less about the players’ nationalities.

Thanks be, as we can see every day for the next few weeks, that millions of people do not share this cosmopolitan slug’s aversion to love of country.