Talk about desperate attempts to create a self-fulfilling prophecy! We are experiencing as virtuoso a performance in spin as we are ever likely to see right now, clearly and openly demonstrated by the vast hordes of flying monkeys of unionism propaganda determined to undermine the cause of self- government for Scotland.
The momentum of this fallacious hype is almost at warp factor 10, the equivalent in intensity of the week before a referendum where a poll on the previous Sunday had suggested pretty strongly that come the following week’s vote their unionist erses were oot the windae unless they managed to frighten the bejaysus out of voters pronto.
They are all at it. The British State broadcaster, STV, Murdoch satellite news, the Herald, the Hootsmon, Kenny Farquharson (no relation) at the Times, Deerin, the previously mentioned in the last post Clegg of the Red Top and his attack on the independence movement’s ”unifried’ front, the Depress, the Hate Mail and every other unionist gob in the Scottish media that’s still breathing and can see straight after four o clock in the day.
Apparently we, in the independence movement, are in crisis. We’re dropping the whole idea of stopping somebody else conning us out of our countries wealth, resources, and governance in droves. We’re going back to the fields.
Currently the entire indy movement, according to our Britannic propagandists, consists of an auld guy from Bonkle sitting in a dentist’s waiting room reading a skiing magazine, two foreign students from Latvia, a particularly sullen goldfish and a wee dug, that isnae even ginger, and the rumour is that if the auld boy gets telt he’s tae get more than one tooth extracted he’s defecting tae the Wullie Rennie’s. It’s dire!
Tell me friends, fellow independentistas and deeply committed and driven advocates of our rightful return to an independent Scotland, have you noticed this horrible rift that’s suddenly developed in our ranks?
Are you filled with sorrow and angst at this hurtful and decisive division that has cut us down and consigned our country to another three hundred years of some other fecker making our decisions for us?
Are we all moaning and wailing in biblical-like sorrow as our First Minister sends out press releases on a half hourly basis informing the general populace that her former mentor has crossed the Rubicon and is ready to burn his way to the citadel via the wine shop in Linlithgow? (My wife nearly ran him down crossing the street on the way in there once, but that’s another story).
Naw. Tumbleweed. Because dear friends all of this fabricated media nonsense is exactly that, fabricated nonsense.
As I wrote yesterday, we have been known to moan at each other, we will argue amongst ourselves, we will debate where debate is required, we will tear the arse out of every angle of a relevant issue within our circles, but we will never ever be divided when it comes to our goal.
Let them continue to try and divide us and watch what happens. Our resolve and our numbers will only grow stronger and bigger.