It is surely time for the Fluffmeister Pursuivant, the Secretary of State Against Scotland, to take one of his long trips to somewhere far far away again.
Clearly under extreme pressure over his red lines and his red neck on the future of Scottish waters post-Brexit we can surely only be hours away from him jetting off to Myanmar or Ecuador to tell assembled groups of bewildered dried leguminous vegetable exporters, banana plantation owners and shrimp fishermen that nobody wants another independence referendum and Nicola Sturgeon should take it off the table once and for all.
That’s what usually happens whenever there is even a very remote chance of his spineless forty-faced lack of ownership of the consequences of his public pronouncements coming back and battering him squarely between the een.
On such occasions when he’s in full backtracking mode during an interview you can almost smell the burning rubber as the soles of his shoes start revving up for a backwards in reverse moonwalk to get him as far away from the reporter asking him the awkward questions as possible.
What a brass neck the fella has. Having watched his interview with Channel 4’s Ciaran Jenkins about whether he should resign in the wake of his beloved leader, the robotic orator with the crazy dance moves, (deliberately) including language in her Brexit plan which creates a huge grey area that will allow her government to once more, as they have done several time since they first took Scotland’s fishing industry into the Common Fisheries Policy, use a Scottish natural resource, and those employed in harvesting it, as pawns in negotiations with Europe, his body language, breathlessness and stilted replies clearly showed that he’s finding it very tough.
He’s finding it tough hanging on for grim death to his dream of a lovely cloak made from the fur of a short-tailed weasel (somewhat befitting), three hundred tax free quid in his back pocket every day to supplement his ample ministerial pension, and the prospects of a peaceful snooze on the benches of the Lords between late subsidised lunches in a Palace of Westminster dining room and early suppers in an exclusive West End Gentlemen’s club paid for by corporate lobbyists.
In his mind all he has to do to ensure that he achieves his self–serving ambition is to continue on every occasion, at every juncture, during every moment of his political life, to take every possible opportunity to deny the existence of Scotland as a country, to denigrate any statement which promotes the view that Scotland can, and will, exist as a thriving independent nation, and to continuously endorse a notion that the United Kingdom is our country, a country Scotland is effectively a region of, and fallaciously, a country which Scotland is heavily reliant on to ensure its prosperity.
He really is London’s man in Scotland. Of that there is no doubt, in line with the fairly recent re-branding of his government’s civil service in Scotland, which is no longer the Scottish Office, or Scotland Office, but is now The UK Government in Scotland. We move nearer to the point of being considered the last remaining colony every day.
As much as the man in question raises my ire, and blood pressure, as I’m sure he does for many of you reading this, I do hope he chooses the destination of any hastily arranged foreign trip, to get out of the media firing line, carefully.
For example if I was him I’d avoid North Sentinel Island, within the Andaman and Nicobar Islands in the Bay of Bengal. There’s a lost Pre-Neolithic tribe there who have been in the news this week, who prefer to remain entirely isolated from modern life, a tribe who have never been subjected to any of the common viruses we all experience, the common cold for example could be devastating within their community.
They’ve never been subjected to the Hootsmon or the BBC’s Reporting Scotland, and are therefore lacking in the deep rooted state propaganda brainwashing that the rest of us endure. Telling them that nobody wants a referendum may be confusing, or detrimental to their health, and perhaps might not go down too well. Therefore if I was Fluffy I’d stick to an exotic destination with a decent Trump Resort.
In all seriousness if he was a man of integrity and principle, a man with a real, honest, sense of responsibility towards protecting the interests of the people of Scotland, he would show a bit of backbone and resign immediately as a consequence of the obvious sell-out, once again, of a vital sector of the Scottish economy. Will he? No chance. Of course not. It’s all about his future, not yours.
David Mundell’s disgraceful political actions representing his London masters demonstrate clearly why Scotland must take the step of returning to its rightful independent state.
Dear friends, Independence is what we want, and Independence we will surely have.