On our own
Today Münchau, in “At last, recognition of the deep roots of the crisis”, September 28, sounds like an ignored child who finds great consolation in that his mother has at least noticed him. As one of the subjects of Münchau’s jealousy, one who received too much attention as the “world’s most powerful leaders [were] obsessed with the minutiae of banking regulations, let me inform him that the sad truth is that mother’s attention wavers from one to another of her sons, not because of love for both but because she has not the faintest idea of what to do, and prefers thinking of the crisis like a measles that will just go away on its own.
Meanwhile, Brother Wolfgang, the levee is still exposed to disasters, of both kinds, and we are still on our own.