Hi folks
A personal plea before today’s post. As a Scot firmly committed to my country returning to its rightful self-governing state I have been writing satirical political blogs and posts about Scottish sovereignty since 2013.
I established, and have been writing ‘itisintruthnotforglory’ now for over three and a half years. During all of this time I have posted my blogs to several of the many Facebook groups supportive of a self-governing Scotland, without the slightest hint of a problem. That is until the last five weeks. Almost every post I make now attracts a Facebook ban, four hours, up to two, or one occasion, three days.
Yesterday took the Tea cake. In light of the current tsunami of change in the government at Westminster I re-posted an innocuous poem I wrote in 2014 prior to the first referendum on Scottish independence, only to find that this post has attracted not one, but four separate Facebook suspensions barring me from posting anything to Facebook groups until a point in time on Friday. I’ve tried appealing these but I get no response or I get a message telling me they are not able to deal with my query at this time.
This is all new to me. I’m not one for conspiracy theories but I suspect someone somewhere is playing mischief, or doesn’t like me pointing out anti-independence propaganda where I see it, or my use of phrases like Rowdy Ruth Davidson and the Viceroy of Joy (who for the umpteenth time hasn’t resigned again but topically has just misjudged his importance to the Empire 2 project).
Therefore can I ask this of you? In an effort to partially negate this shutdown of free speech, which is certainly not abusive or offensive, the intent is to shed light through humour, would you mind, if you are a regular reader of the blog on Facebook, and you haven’t done so before, clicking on the site page itisintruthnotforglory.wordpress.com and click the ‘follow’ button? This then will help reduce any reliance I have on having to post to Facebook myself, attracting a smack on the hand and a long stand in the social media bad boy corner. Feel free too to post the blog onto any indy sites you may be a member of.
Anyway, on to the machinations at Westminster as the newly anointed last Prime Minister of the UK goes about the business of replacing one set of unprincipled right-wing self-servers with a new set of particularly extreme unprincipled right-wing self-servers, hell-bent on the destruction of everything in their path. Without the assurance of a mandate at a General Election ballot box Johnson is not just reshuffling a cabinet, he is removing, and swapping them wholesale. This is unprecedented without the authority of the electorate. It’s a coup without the tanks!
At this significant time of change I had planned to watch much of the coverage of the day’s political events, as the robotic Theresa May bowed out and the political world’s answer to Bernard Manning with a posh accent stepped into the spotlight, but only managed to get as far as a half hour’s coverage of the clownfest of the Commons chamber, as one by one the bobbers and weavers, following the archaic parliamentary procedures of the place, queued up to say what a great job the outgoing May had done. That was enough for me. Life is too short to waste it on that.
It occurred to me whilst watching what passes for the workings of government in the UK, this comic theatre, that surely anyone who is in a swither about whether the people of Scotland should govern themselves can surely see, if exposed to this out-dated music hall type nonsense for longer than the TV news soundbites, that anything going on in that chamber is not in the interests of progressive good governance. Small children mixing in a nursery playground are more productive.
After the dust had settled (the little old lady of London having been duly consulted) during his speech outside 10 Downing Street in the afternoon, the new Premier described the nations of the disUnited Kingdom as the “awesome foursome that are incarnated in that red, white, and blue flag. Who together are so much more than the sum of their parts, and whose brand and political personality is admired and even loved around the world.”
Talk about blinkered, one-track and delusional! Interpreting that statement into its actual meaning is easy. It is great, this Union, we get to use up the assets and resources of two other countries and a bit of another one, which has partly escaped, without them all complaining too much, and we are so good at this con after years of ingrained indoctrination that the brand and political identification that is England (he does mean England, not the millions of ordinary good folk of England, the small elite establishment) gets away with it.
Oh how we laughed, if it had been funny, that the longstanding man of straw of Scottish politics, the Secretary of State Against Scotland, has been sacked. That brand new hub in Edinburgh, with its specially designed cabinet room, will never feel the tread of his brogues across its lush carpet. He gambled one last go at his tired tried and tested flip-flop resigning issue which turns into a sycophantic vote of confidence in the person or the policy he originally was threatening resignation about, and lost. It seems that Brexit’s new pin up boy has a long memory, as reports now coming out suggest that wee Davey was instrumental amongst the Scottish branch of the Tories in putting their penny’s worth in to central HQ to help kybosh Johnson’s last run at the big job in 2016. Oh well, the ermine cloak will have to wait a bit longer, although I’m not sure constitutionally how he will be placed in terms of ascending to the Lords once Scotland returns to independence. He’ll maybe need to drape a Harrods tea towel around his neck and just play pretendy Lord in front of a mirror instead.
His replacement seems fun. A hugely high profile Scottish Tory that hardly anybody has heard anything about. I had high hopes that the MP for SNP Gain, our friend from Aberdeen, would rise to the top, a blog writer’s dream. But even Boris Johnson is not that screamingly bonkers enough to appoint him to any position of responsibility. Having fawned over the new Prime Minister like Nicholas Witchell at a Buckingham Palace garden party for a good while now it’s clear, according to photos of said MP for SNP Gain yesterday, petted lip tripping him, that he is not best pleased with the reshuffle outcome. His Clark’s Kicker’s won’t be leaving any tread marks on the fancy new carpet in the New Waverley Hub either.
No, we’re going to have Alister Jack, another effort from Big Hairy Fermer country, but with a personal fortune of a gazillion spondooliks and some acreage. Och well then, he’ll surely be attuned to the needs of the common people. According to a Twitter wag this morning a Scottish Tory ‘frontbencher’ is quoted as saying “Alister is capable but the reason he is so popular with the UK party is because he invites ministers to his country estate.”
As this and many other of Boris Johnson’s first moves in government show, Jacob Rees-Mogg being appointed Leader of the House of Commons being another, the UK is heading for a forward to the past 1950’s political retro-fest. If only the Suez crisis had never happened eh! Dark times indeed.
Scotland has a way out of this. Independence is normal, and increasingly independence is an imperative.
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