A bigger priority


There is no optimum moment, no perfect time, to launch a campaign to return responsibility for the governance of the country of Scotland to the people of Scotland.

If we are waiting for that elusive moment when the ducks are all lined up perfectly we are wasting our time and energy.

Achieving a consensus by majority that Scotland’s future is best served by disentangling itself from the rule of its southern neighbour will only ever be achieved once a date to consult the views of Scots on their constitutional future has been fixed, and the case is convincingly made for a country where the interests of Scotland’s people come first.

Scottish voters not wedded to self-government, not attuned to the premise that Scotland as part of an entirely mis-named Union is simply considered an asset to be used for whatever purpose London’s Westminster government deems necessary to perpetuate the retention of the wealth and power of an entrenched elite, need to be persuaded, by being exposed to convincing, well communicated, supporting facts, to encourage them to undertake their own research, their own personal journey to Yes.

I really do hope that during all of the lengthy farce of Brexit the SNP have quietly had some clear thinking strategic minds working away in the background on campaign planning, on communication strategies, on countering Project Fear, on proposals to support grassroots groups through a campaign, on a draft consultation Constitution for an independent Scotland to be shared with voters, on alternative strategies to proceed once our lords and masters tell us we can’t be consulted again about our future because ‘now is not the right time,’ on making preparations to set out comparisons between what Brexit will mean in terms of impacts on every day life against how things may be living in an independent Scotland which has taken over the warm seat at the EU table which rUK has given up. (they could be forgiven for not getting too far with that one just yet,no one really knows what the impact will be further down the line).

Importantly too, using Brexit as a learning exercise, and by understanding the experiences of countless former imperial colonies seeking and eventually achieving independence, ways must be found to counter and bypass the endless procrastination, inertia, bluster, repetitive obstruction, incompetence and arrogance of the British nationalist mind when placed in a position of government and power.

Clearly, when it comes to the constitutional question this time, our auld pals in Project Fear will attempt to use their own leadership’s handling of Brexit, both in government and their official opposition, as a scare tactic against independence. I can hear it now ‘ See how hard it has been to leave the European Union. Imagine how long and how hard it would be for Scotland to try and leave the UK, Naw, we’re better together.’

We need to be ready and able to counter that statement, and counter it convincingly. Let’s hope someone is working on that.

I fully understand the First Minister’s position on a second Brexit ‘ People’s’ vote, in terms of genuinely doing her very utmost to protect all of the UK from separation from Europe. My goodness it’s a wonder she can stand straight upright the amount of accommodating contortions she’s engaged in in order to demonstrate that she has been more than reasonable in her dealings with Westminster’s government in the last two and a half years.

The media and British nationalist politicians like to talk about us in the Yes movement continually promoting a ‘ grievance’ agenda. If you chronologically record every step the Holyrood government and our MPs at Westminster have made to protect the people of Scotland, and England, from the impact of Brexit since June 2016 I think grievance doesn’t quite cover the injustice and inequity experienced.

At this point I think our leaders should be saying the following to the rest of the UK (with regards to the divorce from the European Union).

You cannot dispute that we’ve tried as best we can to help you, and we will continue to do so as the opportunity occurs and allows, but we have a bigger priority, primarily Scotland is best served returning to its rightful independent status. The people of Scotland are sovereign and by democratic majority they wish to stay in the EU. The Scottish government’s priorities are first and foremost to carry out the instructions of the people who gave us the mandate to govern, and that is what we intend to do.

Let’s get a date fixed to seek a further decisive instruction from the people of Scotland. Let’s do it soon.


We see you Scottish media


News that First Minister of Scotland Nicola Sturgeon is so intent in her quest to ensure that transparency, fairness and natural justice are respected in Scotland’s political bubble that last week her left hand reported her right hand to an independent panel for signing a document (it turned out to be a birthday card to her great-auntie in Foxbar) without informing the rest of her body, are greatly exaggerated.

However, undoubtedly the unionist meedjaa are going to milk, like a Friesian coo, the conversations she had with the former first minister, in the early stages of their latest mob handed pitch-fork and torch wielding pursuance of his reputation, for all they are worth.  
Did she give him a dig out? Is she working to undermine him? Did she quietly put a spanner in the works of the investigation in order to get him off the hook? Why is she protecting the civil servants involved?

What they really mean is, can we use this to make the SNP disappear, and then we can all get back to cosy lunchtime troughing at the best restaurants on the expense accounts of local labour politicians, all eager for us to write nice things about them in the paper so that their London leaders might notice them and set them on the next rung of becoming the next generation of those on the Premier league gravy train, like that well known radical socialist republican Alistair Darling, or wee right-on-comrade red George Robertson, who was so incompetent they had to send him to NATO on a promotion, before parking him back in the Westminster higher chamber of deep slumber and expenses? (Men, and women, who have principles, and if you don’t like those ones, they have others).
Oh for those blissful days, cry the hacks of the BBC, STV, the Herald, Hootsmon, Depress and Record. Life was so much easier then. Troosers were bigger around the waist but life was good.
Meanwhile, apart from the near Watergate level scandal, SNP civil war, and government crisis going on in Scotland (it must be a crisis because Sarah Smith says so. She was particularly miffed that she couldn’t find any SNP activists who were prepared to stop throwing out of date Forfar Bridies at each other long enough for her to ask them if they’ll be supporting England in the world badminton finals) there is absolutely nothing of any consequence going on politically round and about the place which might have any impact on Scotland. Nope, not a thing.

Yup, everything about the overall power-wielding central government which oversees the countries which make up our glorious and equal union going about its daily diligent work, steering and controlling all of the economic and financial levers which keeps Britain so entitled to call itself Great, is just peachy, they are pure in control.  Oh wait…..
In all seriousness the allegations against Alex Salmond are best left in the hands of the police, in full consideration and respect for those making the complaints, and of course Alex Salmond. This will be resolved, one way or the other. I hope he is innocent. Time will tell.

However the level of bluster, rumbling up of a storm that isn’t actually there, and the repetitious full blown emission of foul bowel wind engendered by the Scottish media in their efforts  to try and drag Scotland’s First Minister, her government, her party, and by extension, the wider Yes movement, into a false scenario in which they think they can see off our rightful claims to return to being a self-governing sovereign country is unforgiveable.
We see you Scottish media. Things will be different soon.

Another phoney war


Fear not, dear friends, as the thunderous roar of the gathering storm builds dramatically over dear Alba yet again!

Peace (or several chopped-ham-and-pork and tamata peeces) is, or are, not in any grave danger, as the Scottish unionist media, consistent to a fault, herald in the next instalment of the entirely false and manufactured #SNPCIVILWAR.

This is yet another attempt to try and eviscerate the independence movement by conjuring up some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy, and another blatant attempt to pull the red, white and blue wool over the eyes of their readerships and their viewing public.
Like a mob of jealous children in the school playground goading two close friends into a square-go the miserable hacks of tomorrow’s chip shop wrappings, and the channels we used to watch before Netflix, are trying to set First Minister against former First Minister, citing factional sources of a locked horns rammy of near catastrophic proportions.
I have some news for them. This tactic has never worked for you before, and it certainly isnae going to work for you this time either. If you looking for a real storm and a catastrophe taking place I would suggest that you turn around and face yourselves in a southerly direction.
Meanwhile, as always happens in these situations the massed ranks of Scottish Indy folk have resorted to their usual light hearted response to such nonsense, belying our reputation, a reputation given to us by the likes of the Daily Hate Mail, The Depress, and The Hootsman, as nasty Nats.
Therefore as of midnight last night the uneasy truce and ceasefire called after the last conflict is aff.

Ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys, pick your sides. Anyone looking for vegan sausage rolls bring them yerselves, Wee Jinty in Condorrat says she knows where they keep the key tae the warehouse where they store aw the Outlander costume clobber, and has suggested that the first one in with an offer of a place on “Love Island” gets the info.
Up and down the country today fortifications are being prepared (patriots, on both sides of the civil war, in places like Duns and Eyemouth please note that the rules of war state that at this stage your sandbags should still continue to be placed facing only north of the town for a few months yet).

Tatties, ingins, gravy, square sausage and a gallon of HP sauce are being industrially stewed intae a central mush in a hut somewhere around Auchterarder for distribution as provisions (like the Viet Cong and their dried rice) to the many roving patrols around the battle zone, much against the will of some of the leaders of the conflict, who fear that freedom fighters carrying half a stane of stovies about their person are in danger of drowning should they encounter a burn or gently flowing river in the dark.
Already some of the regiments who fought so bravely in the last conflict, some having taken many casualties due to out of date Co-op pies, allergies to the new formula for Irn Bru and typhoid, have recalled their troops to barracks. By nightfall, anticipating the call to arms, the Star Bar on the Fife coast was overrun by elements of the 1st battalion of the Methil Mounted Horseguard. This followed a skirmish which demonstrated much of the horrific acts of previous SNP civil wars (a bit of singing, some pipe tunes, a scarcity of scampi fries by 9 o clock, and wee Tam the barman getting sent to the cellar tae change the lager barrel).
Who knows how this will end. During the last conflict it became clear that the despicable introduction of night time carpet-bombing of major towns, cities, and Bonnybridge, with real carpets,was a deciding factor in bringing both sides to the armistice table.

Let’s hope there is no need by either side to resort to the banned practice of mortar shelling deep fried cheese and ingin pizzas in aboot the front line trenches of their opposing forces. As many of you will be aware this practice was banned following an intervention by the United Nations Security Council during the last SNP civil war due to the toxic and deadly calorific values involved.
Dear Scottish unionist media. SNP civil war? Where? Really?

Do you think they are worried?


My goodness, they really are feeling threatened at the moment, the denizens of the crumbling, wildly spinning off its axis planet, Precious Union Minor.

As if they didn’t have enough on their plate to occupy themselves with, two and a bit months out from the prospect of end-to-end Eddie Stobart trucks attempting to enter the Guinness Book of Records by achieving the longest traffic jam ever known to mankind, the media onslaught on those that promote the view that it is perfectly natural, and normal, for a country such as Scotland to be mature enough to have confidence in groups of capable individuals who actually live, work, love, and bring up families in Scotland (of whatever political party the majority of Scots favour at any given election time) to make all the important decisions for Scotland, is incessant.

The spreading of fallacious bile never ends, it just goes up and down the propaganda Richter Scale, depending on what day it is.
We’ve had a Sunday newspaper, who for a few years there thought they’d make a few bob out of ostensibly promoting the idea that they were being ‘impartial’ on the subject of the Scottish constitutional question, only to blot their copybook during the summer celebration of the thousands of tramping feet around Scotland’s major towns and cities, and then having to eventually come clean that naw, their Sunday edition is as biased in favour of unionism as their daily version, despicably, in an article about one of the many communities which make up Scotland’s people, supposedly feeling uncomfortable about living in Scotland, using a photograph of the First Minister on a poster which had been defaced with the worst possible kind of hate symbol.

The subliminal message for the casual reader, of course,not being that whomever defaced the poster was probably a nasty piece of work but that the SNP were some sort of evil extremist group. Cheap and nasty tactics indeed.
We’ve had a journalist rehash a story he first produced for an antipodean readership a few years ago to somehow go one better than the John Lennon controversy of some decades past when the hype around the Beatles popularity at the time was compared to the popularity of Christianity. Apparently the decline of the Kirk in Scotland is more than coincidentally linked with the rise of the civic nationalist movement in Scotland, according to Mr Massie. I’ve heard in all now. That even beats the one from 2014 when it was asserted by somebody or other of a precious Union mind that independence would destroy tourism in Scotland because no one from abroad would be able to read gaelic road signs or place names.

I think if Alex Massie is looking for someone or some cultural change to blame for the decline of the Church, in all its forms in Scotland, not just the Kirk, the selfish greed and the seeds that were sown by the me-me society of Margaret Hilda Thatcher would be much nearer the mark than the increasing numbers of Scots who have opened their eyes to reality, to see beyond relentless propaganda designed to maintain the view that another country should make Scotland’s decisions for it, for its own purposes.
We’ve had pundits trying desperately to conflate the recent harassment of a Tory politician in London by Brexiteering protesters (have we learned nothing from the death at the hands of an extremist moron of Jo Cox) with the behaviour of the Yes movement in Scotland of 2014. This is simply ridiculous. Crowds of grannies, papas and young lassies with weans in their buggies walking quickly away in the opposite direction from an increasingly sneery Jim Murphy pleading with them to throw eggs at him ( He even brought his own eggs) does not compare in any shape or form with the nasty insidious hatred, the vile bigotry and nationalism, (the bad kind, the very bad kind)the fascist salutes, the violence, on display In George Square on the 19 September 2014.

I remember thinking, reading the BBC Scotland’s news report on the events in the square online that day, my goodness there must have been several re-writes of that article and much scratching of heads in the editorial room during those hours.

I’m paraphrasing, but the gist of the highly innocuous few words that were used to report what was going on were something like “ Emm, there’s been some teensy weensy, very minor clashes, between some nice, boy next door, clean cut ex-public school graduates celebrating the magnificent result, the continuing glory of our wonderful Union, and those nasty separatists. P.S the Polis are there on horses”. Meanwhile anybody with an internet connection could view  dozens of photographs of what looked like the CGI generated army of trolls from the Lord of the Rings marauding around the square, disturbed and frightened Polis horses up on their back legs, batons being drawn and flares lighting up the scene.

If ever there was a day that absolutely proved that the BBC is biased, that was it.
Now, in the aftermath of yesterday’s decision in the courts regarding the Scottish government’s investigation into the allegations against former first minister Alex Salmond, we’ve got the Herald’s leading headline stirring it up with  “Nicola Sturgeon and Alex Salmond at war over 500k legal case”. As soon as the STV reporter asked Nicola Sturgeon if she had confidence in the civil servant involved in the management of the complaint process, and she replied yes, I think we could all say we could see that headline coming. They’ll now try and goad Alex Salmond into criticising her response. Do you think we’ve got them worried?
Oh for the days of independence to come. Dissolve that Union, and let’s get to it soon. We have a renewed vibrant country to build into a huge success, and we’re all champing at the bit to get on with it.

They are a bad joke


How much of a laughing stock are the British state prepared to make of themselves in the cause of pursuing an imaginary future where their nationalist exceptionalism magically transforms into a golden era of post-European pseudo-colonial pomp and greatness?

Isn’t it supposed to be us, according to the fallacious media propaganda, who are supposed to be the nationalists?

2019 is starting the way 2018 finished in terms of bewildering behaviour from the robotic disco dancer of Downing Street, who clearly thinks that if she continues to run down the clock in the same manner she has for virtually the last two years, to doomsday, that the flock of self serving miscreant wasters who sit behind her in the Commons will come back into line, and vote with her, in fear of the dreaded ‘No Deal’.

Yet again, she’s trying to look busy, diplomatic and important by cutting about Europe pretending to seek further clarity on the clarifications that were previously clarified in much needed clarification talks about clarity.

There is no truth in the rumour that German Chancellor Angela Merkel has asked doctors in Berlin to place her in an induced coma for a week in order to avoid listening to yet another round of beating around the bush droning repetitive ‘Brexit means Brexit’ pish coming out of the London leader’s mouth. Ms Merkel who at one stage, way back in these discussions, was heard to ask Theresa May “What is it you actually want?” is still waiting for that answer.

Donald Tusk, the European Council President, his ears bleeding, is apparently so emotionally drained by listening to her dribbling on that he is considering retreating to a remote Tibetan monastery where the wifi isnae awfy great and Skyping is impossible.

It’s all just window dressing, for public consumption. As much as the BBC tell us otherwise you’d need to be pretty naive to think it is anything else.

Meanwhile David Davis, the original man for all Brexits, the man who telt us all it would be a scoosh, an easy negotiation, John Foreigner needs us far more than we need them, said Davy, (that’s why he told the British public that his team had done hunners of analysis on how Brexit will impact different sectors of the UK when actually they hadn’t done any analysis and had spent all those months playing Jenga, Buckeroo and the X-Box instead) is urging Theresa to delay the “meaningful vote” on her Brexit deal for a second time, because she’s still gonnae lose.

Davis, in his little Englander exceptionalism, insists that we shouldnae panic because a deal will surely be reached “at the eleventh hour” on Brexit. (This from a man who ran away from the job of sensibly extricating the UK from its commitments to the EU when it all got too hard for his wee brain to handle).

He thinks Europe will come to heel because they are frightened Britain will renege on their committed financial responsibilities associated with divorcing themselves from the largest free trading bloc in the world.

What an arrogant attitude. At this point Europe just want Britain to do what they said they will, leave. Flashing yer knickers at EU Commissioners or kidding on that you are a hard man on day release fae the Bar-L is kinda foolish and lacks credibility at this stage.

It is always important to remember that (against the will of Scotland’s people) It was the London government’s choice to leave the EU, not the EU’s choice to leave them. Europeans are scunnered wae the whole thing. Keep yer HP sauce. They don’t want it.

More important than that we must never lose sight of the fact that Scotland has an escape chute from this potentially epic economic, social and cultural disaster. The mandate is there.

I hope that the impacts of Brexit don’t cut too deep before it becomes very apparent, to very many, that independence in an internationalist progressive Scotland is the way forward, the way out.

A Vow


The year is drawing to a close. Scotland, our country, not a region of another country which doesn’t actually exist, is about to, deliberately by the design of others, become a poorer place, on many different levels, against the democratic wishes of its people.

If there is a simpler, clearer argument for a return to what is normal in most other places in the world, the rightful independence of our nation, let us put it into words and shout it loudly from the rooftops.
I read with anger over the last few days the many stories of our fellow Scots, our friends, our families, not born there, but who have lived, loved, worked and made valuable contributions to life in Scotland, those who chose to live their lives and bring up their children in a country they feel part of, where they feel at home, now being effectively told by a government in London that they are not  welcome. Scots who have resided there for years, many with Scottish born adult offspring, have to fill in a form, pay a fee, disclose personal information, information which the Westminster mafia can then share with whomever they want, go on a list, and be ‘assessed’ as to whether they can continue to live in Scotland after 2020. 

Can you believe that? Think about it. Who gives London’s government the right to speak for us? We voted overwhelmingly against such sinister insular xenophobic nonsense.  That is not my Scotland, and I suspect that for many of you reading this it is not your Scotland either.
2019 promises to be chaotic. There is no certainty about anything other than that. You only need to look at the UK’s political  inter-actions of the last two years to clearly see that Scotland’s people are ignored, scorned and dismissed by those in power in our neighbouring country to the south which makes our decisions for us, whether we agree with those decisions or not. If you can’t see that you are deliberately deluding yourself. The decisions London makes are based on their priorities, protecting their wealth, their control, not our priorities.

Scotland’s abundant assets are seen as theirs to use as they see fit, for their benefit, not ours. Anyone who doesn’t understand that is falling for the deeply entrenched well established propaganda that promotes a view that Scotland requires the security of being chained to England to exist. If that’s your view please do a bit of your own research will you, look beyond Reporting Scotland and the Record, then make up your mind.
Having worked now for several years to further the cause of what I believe is right, Scotland returned to a state of independence as a modern progressive outward looking European nation, able to make its own decisions, with politicians answerable to its people, I say this now, on Hogmanay 2018, a kind of a New Year resolution, I vow (and this is a real vow not a unionist plastic one) that I will continue to do, and with a renewed vigour in 2019, whatever I can do that is within my power to promote that cause, excluding anything of a violent nature, until we achieve our aim of independence.
It is time to dissolve the union. It really is. They are hurting our ain folk. This has got to stop.

Two Caledonia’s


I am a wee bit out of the loop having just come back from spending a week and a half in the South Pacific in the vicinity of New Caledonia and Vanuatu, (disappointingly I didn’t come across David Mundell making a speech to one of the several indigenous tribes of those islands about how the Scottish separatists have a one track mind, nobody wants another referendum of any kind about anything ever again, and how, he, as a man of honour and principle, intends to continue to betray his countryfolk whilst reneging on threats to resign, all for the sake of his personal quest for a cosseted secure elitist future nestling in the arms of an impotent,in world terms, post-imperial Nationalist, with a capital ‘N’, British (English) establishment). Shame really.

Anyway I did overhear my wife’s conversation with a female security guard who explained, following the recent independence referendum to determine whether New Caledonia should extricate itself from colonial control from Paris, a referendum that went the same way as Scotland’s in 2014, that the separatists are encouraging their child bearing aged people to have more children so that they can get government houses and by dastardly means increase the voting numbers for self determination. Sounds familiar that opinion. There clearly must be a French equivalent of the Daily Depress doing its work in those parts.

Apparently though, according to a young lady I spoke to, a law student supplementing her income by acting as a tour guide, the people of New Caledonia have been promised another referendum within the next two years and they are confident the result will be different this time. When I mentioned that I was from Scotland she nodded and smiled, saying ‘Ah yes, I saw this, the English government don’t want to let you and your resources leave them’ demonstrating an understanding of Scottish politics beyond the level of many of the folk that live there.

It is however the season of goodwill, unless you are a disgruntled traveller trying to get a wink or two of sleep on a cold concourse floor at Gatwick because some eejit with a drone has been able to outsmart the glorious might of the powers that brought us Brexit the disaster movie, or you are one of the many struggling just to survive on the streets of our towns and cities, like the poor soul who perished the other day within a paper aeroplane folded out of an MP,s expenses claim throw of the Houses of Parliament.

The look on Nicola Sturgeon”s face as she stepped towards the awaiting media the other day, following yet another encounter with the bewildering crazy dancer of Downing Street, said it all. Get that 2019 diary out First Minister, and circle a date in bold blue ink. Let’s get on with it.

We’re no’ in right now, please don’t leave a message


It is painfully clear now that the crazy dancer of Downing Street, the repetitive robotic orator of empty rhetoric is surely heading for the glue factory, put out to pasture, where she can run freely through ‘fields of wheat’ all day before spending long evenings helping her husband count their money.

Mind you I’ve said something similar to that many times before, only to see her use a mixture of luck, arrogance, blind ignorance, ruthlessness and the utter incompetence of those trying to shift her to bend in gale force winds but not break, leaving her still sitting precariously at the top of the pile of self-serving right-wing wallopers who control Scotland’s resources and govern us from another country.

Her Brexit plan in tatters she’s been floating roon Europe on some sort of self-imagined mission to save the day, St Georgina on a trusty charger, having discussions with bored European leaders who have all moved on to something else to think about on their own domestic political agenda. (The European family of nations having agreed to the terms of their narcissistic cousin’s departure to Venus on a rocket he made out of squeezy bottles a few weeks ago.)

There is nothing more to discuss at this point, with her, each conversation with a European leader commencing with a welcoming ‘ Why didn’t you phone first?’ and an under the breath ‘ I could have pretended to be out’. Angela Merkel even made the mistake of letting her out of the limousine she was locked in.

If the rumours are true the nasty nasty party, cynical,self-indulgent bastards that they are, are just about try and topple her, again, whereupon a sickening orgy of backstabbing, arse licking and what’s-in-it-for-me will ensue, before some other elitist plonker, like a turd which refuses to accept a flush, floats to the top. That’s the problem you see about Westminster having the power, they don’t give a hoot about anybody but themselves.

It is very simply all about them.

Our country can, and soon must, unfasten ourselves from the UK straitjacket, cut ourselves loose. Otherwise Scotland will remain tied to a concrete slab dragging us down to mediocrity and continued decline by subservient association.

Ruthless nationalist fanatics


It gets harder and harder tae maintain the correct level of concentration required to stop a reflex dry boak every time I read a Tory Brexit associated news report as we near the vote in England’s parliament which potentially will hasten Scotland’s return to its rightful independent state.

I say England’s parliament because clearly it is laughable to maintain the entrenched fallacious pretence that the UK is anything others than an affectation, a vehicle to allow England to maintain power over Scotland, Wales and the north of the island of Ireland.

Those crazy bewildered feckers caught in a mythical mindset of the 21st century rebirthing of Rudyard Kipling’s India, those with a public school superiority complex and fond memories of nanny spanking their arse with a wet lettuce leaf, continue to leave the rest of us wondering whether spending the first twenty five years of your life learning random quotes from Greek tragedies really is the best preparation for a life in the Palace of Westminster.

Mad Boris de Pfffiffffl is now being likened by some amongst his wacky right-wing cabal as a noble majestic lion of CS Lewis children’s fiction, ready to jut out his noble chin, sweep his impressive mane from side to side and roar a Great British roar which will pour forth hordes of union flagged face painted flying monkeys back through time to swarm all over the banks of the Suez Canal, turn the flotilla of small craft at Dunkirk into giant transformers which pick up Tiger tanks in each hand and hurl them back to the Rhineland, and set off a task force from Portsmouth to enforce a new much bigger exclusion zone around the Falkirk Isles which has Buenos Aires in the middle of it, allowing the Sun to use the word ‘ Gotcha’ as a front page headline every day for the next year.

They are totally bonkers this mob, as well as heartless and ruthless.

The revelation the other day that former Tory government minister Priti Patel, sacked for trying to start her own government negotiations with Israel a while back, is clearly, when it comes to her heart and soul, no’ very Priti at all.

Starve the Irish intae submission she reckons. Then they’ll be compliant and accept the will of the new Empire. They might even want tae beg forgiveness for asserting their right to sovereignty in the first place and come back under the yolk. Here we are nearly in 2019 and English politicians are seriously advocating interfering with the food supply of a peaceful neighbouring country. As if what they’ve done to Ireland in the past wasn’t enough.

Heartless,vindictive fanatical nationalist (the bad kind)bastards.

Nicola, please, start the ball rolling. We must get away from these rockets, and soon. Independence now, independence always.

Roll up! Roll up! Come and see the circus


There is absolutely nae truth in the rumour that the British state broadcaster had tae pull their lunchtime edition of Propaganda Scotland yesterday because they couldnae find any more Scottish related billionaires from large corporations with a vested interest in doing the bidding of London to tell us how great Brexit is, or think of anything bad tae say about the Scottish NHS, Education, the Saltire Bridge, Baby Boxes, Nicola Sturgeon’s constituency of Govanhill, trains and minimum unit pricing for swally. No truth in it at all.
My goodness isn’t it all going well, the smooth, almost seamless, divorce from our European trading partners? Fresh from an almighty kicking in parliament as her government was defeated not once, not twice, but three times the other day, one of which resulted in them being found to be held in contempt of the House, surely a new low for a sitting government, the crazy dancer of Downing Street is reeling like Donald Trump at a MENSA Convention. Indeed moving on 24 hours or so, and being forced to reveal legal advice on Brexit she didn’t want to reveal, the choruses of “ Liar, Liar, big weird flared Black Watch tartan troosers on fire” are resounding around the circus chamber of the House of Commons like a football choir on cup final day.
The weird and wonderful ultra-loyalist DUP mindset sees the sash afflicted bowler hat shaped headed politicos spitting fury at the prospect of the people they represent gaining a massive long-term advantage economically over the other countries of the broken Union. Fit to be tied they are at the very idea. These are clearly people who prefer to shoot themselves in both feet, after individually lopping off all of their toes.
Meanwhile the forced out legal advice, we can all see now why the beleaguered Theresa May preferred to try and keep it under wraps, advises that there will be many years of disentangling the Irish EU trade  links under the proposed Brexit deal, if it ever happens at all, which clearly puts Scotland, whose people voted overwhelmingly to remain in the EU, the same people who were told in 2014 that the only way to stay in the EU would be to vote No to self-government, once again at the bottom of the pile, distanced from the incoming financial investment and preferential trading which Norn Irn will undoubtedly enjoy under the special status Brexit will give it, ignored again, and up for economic decline and losses of billions of pounds a year. Don’t you just feel loved and wrapped warmly in the arms of our “Precious Union”? 
Next Tuesday, when a Commons vote is currently set to throw Brexit into further chaos, is a long way away yet. Will there be Brexit Ref Two, the sequel, or yet another General Election, or a change of Prime Minister, or with one bound will the disco queen pull a very confused and irritated rabbit out of the hat and win the day? Who knows. My money is on a swarm of locusts descending on Hyde Park and decimating the winter pansies.
One thing though, If those we have entrusted to represent the people of Scotland’s democratic wishes cannot get themselves positioned to take full advantage of the madness that is Westminster in the almost unprecedented crisis that it is in at the moment, to further the right and just cause of Scotland returning to an Independent self-governing outward looking state, then they are in the wrong jobs.
Our time surely must be coming, and soon.