Fresh from a totally unexpected two day ban from posting to any Facebook groups, a new experience for me (for what reason I do not know, and I couldnae find any mechanism to find oot why) I’m back at the keyboard once more.
I can only imagine it might have been somebody reporting me because they didn’t like the expression on Ruth Davidson’s physiog in the photograph that accompanied my recent post ‘Union? What Union?’ where she looks like she’s swallowed a wasp which had been feeding on a spilled bottle of ex-lax.
Anyway, hey-ho, moving on I see we’ve had yet another intervention from the son of the manse, his first ever intervention on the question of sovereignty, again, during a general rant to the Fabian Society about the complete balls up the UK is in at the moment, partly caused by him and his new Labour trough snufflers.
Once again Gordy Brown has demonstrated how entirely comfortable he is speaking untruths , as he strutted about a room full of carefully picked audience members, wandering backwards and forwards in that kind of James Brown on industrial strength Horlicks thing he does.
Tut, tut, Gordy ye’ll have the beadle pleading for yer salvation tae the Meenister after your latest journey into mis-informative mendacity.
“Oh, woe is us” says Gordy, calling down the demons, “the nationalists are going for a ‘hard’ extreme Independence!”
Eh? What does that mean? There is no such thing as a hard extreme Independence. You are either governed by somebody else, as Scotland is, or you are independent, full stop. There are no shades, textures or degrees of firmness involved, it is one or the other.
Introducing the words hard and extreme to a discussion about independence is a fair bit cynical, in fact it’s as fly as the actions of a Barlinnie Jailer, from a man who let’s not forget despicably told the parents of Scottish children with serious illnesses, like cancer, in 2014 that if they voted Yes they wouldn’t be able access the care of the marvellous Great Ormond Street Children’s Hospital (before the management of that fantastic health facility told him publicly to stop scaremongering, that he was talking a load of shite and that seriously ill Scottish children would always be treated there). As an aside the place in its early days was partly maintained due to the financial contributions of Scottish author JM Barrie.
Gordy was trying to link this fictitious ‘hard’ extreme Independence with what we wish was fictitious ‘hard’ extreme Brexit in the minds of the many whose only knowledge and interest in politics is as a passing flick of a channel on the tv listings heading towards whatever Great British skydiving on ice ballroom dancing bake-off whilst chewing a kangaroo’s infected paw nail show happens to be on at the time. Very feckin sneaky Gordon.
As if to compound this exercise in being a flyman, the Broonster then decides tae come right out and tell an honest tae goodness straight up n doon fib, a lie, a tall tale, a falsehood, a big steaming jobby pile of deceit.
“Oh woe” says Gordy once more, only two steps in front of the forked lightning from heaven and the burny fire, “The nationalists as part of their hard extreme Independence want to take Scotland out of the UK Customs Union and the single market”.
What a complete pile of nonsense. If Scotland returned to being an independent country tomorrow absolutely nothing would change in regards to its trading relationship with England. Nothing.
Any rationalisation, amendment, alteration or modification to any trade rules between Scotland and England would be as equally disastrous for England as it would be for Scotland. In fact disentangling trading partnerships which have been built over many decades would tie up a legion of business lawyers for years, making Brexit’s complications look like a Rubik’s cube where you can take the coloured stickers off and rearrange them in the right order. It simply would not happen.
If and when an independent Scotland successfully takes it place as a member of the European Union, whatever ends up being the end result of the protection of Ireland’s trading borders, which the EU will ultimately decide, not Empire 2 (The cheaply made straight to video sequel) will apply.
It’s back to the sleeping bag in the manse cleaning cupboard for you Gordy, behind the mop and the ironing board. Until the next very first intervention……