We really have wandered into an alternative universe now. Ye couldnae make it up.
With the polls consistently reflecting the growing calls for a return to a sovereign self-governing Scotland, (the latest of which, five years and eleven months after September 2014, returning a complete reversal of the result of 18th day of that month of that year) it is clear the power brokers of Union and their the agents, insignificant, or otherwise, are getting their red, white and blue knickers in a twist, eager to either present some sort of fictional affection for Scotland, and, or, besmirch the name of all things independence.
For example picture the Cabinet Office in Downing Street a week or so ago, as the leader of the pack, a thin sour-faced balding man, crumpled polling results in his bony mitts, leans over the bees-waxed table and says quietly to the oafish character facing him (the oaf presenting a facial expression not unlike the vagueness of a young Fr Dougall McGuire) “Boris, I have a job for you!”
Thus in a vain attempt to convince the Jockemites of the north that Scotland holds such a treasured place in the heart of the broad-shouldered, loving-armed beast, they sent the village idiot north, to a secluded spot to pretend that he, the burd and the wean, were enjoying a spiffing Scotch vacation, an Enid Blyton type ‘ Three go mad near Applecross’ holiday in a mysterious cottage, whilst consuming lashings of ginger beer, venison sandwiches and the contents of a hamper from Fortnum and Masons, with a luxury trailer, a billionaires yacht, and a chopper hop to a country estate just a code word away.
The fact that the surrounding trees were teeming with nightscope-sighted men in black body armour, the sea below the cliffface to the front of the cottage was awash with naval small craft carrying worried looking men with binoculars, and frogmen, and the skies above were adorned with helicopters and the odd drone, blotting out the stars, still didn’t manage to stop the eejit doing three of the four things his master had told him expressly not to do, break into a sheep field using a kitchen chair, build a tent out of an old Downing Street bedsheet and start a fire where it is forbidden to do so. Thankfully, he couldn’t do the fourth thing he was told not to do, drive south to Barnard Castle wearing a patch over his one good eye, with the wean in the back seat, to check his vision, as his security detail had hidden his car keys.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the Prime Minister of the UK. What a joke.
Apparently though, now that the long-standing fascist supporting Daily Mail has revealed all of this earth shattering news to the great British public, the London spin doctors, eager not to end up with a complete write off, somehow managed to spin a very weak made up SNPBad story that it was the evil separatists who have exposed where he was enjoying his holidays, breaking a security blanket, resulting in the poor man having to flee for his life lest any of the local peasantry spotted him and introduced his erse cheeks to the sharp prongs of a pitchfork.
What complete bollox all of that is. Whomever puts about such divisive nonsense should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves.
The much disappointing Neil Oliver, who once described all of us advocates for a self-determining Scotland as a ‘cancer’ which is decidedly not a very nice way to describe your fellow human beings, and additionally insulting to the many of us who have some personal experience of cancer, is such an individual who should be ashamed.
This weekend he’s spouting on Twitter the following….
‘Scotland was the most welcoming country in the world. That a British PM – or indeed anyone at all – might feel unsafe here is more mortifying and heartbreaking than I can say.’
Mr Oliver is at it. Trolling for attention. He craves it. He kens fine the only danger Boris Johnson, or any of his Cabinet would be in in Scotland, would be via the sound of peaceful democratic protest and demonstration against the policies which he, and they represent. In Scotland Boris Johnson would only always be in danger of having his credibility reduced to zero by means of sharp-witted patter, and very little else. Oliver knows that is the case yet he is trying to make out that his country is a place of danger that it is not, specifically because of the rise in the numbers of those committed to the rightful normalcy of independence. Disgraceful.
Yet turning that proposition on its head, imagine the First Minister of Scotland, or Humza Yousaf, somehow ending up in a bar or on a city street where a crowd of the Neanderthal actual nationalists, of the British kind, those who came out of the shadows in George Square on September 19th 2014, were hanging about. That is a different story, with perhaps a different outcome.
Independence is normal. Union, where the government of another country makes all the major decisions on behalf of another country is not.
We will achieve independence for Scotland by peaceful non-violent means, because the 55% and rising, that is what we are.
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