Austerity endured another five years means the poor and the disadvantaged will prosper. I notice Westminster’s rich and privileged tell us that. They also tell us voting Labour or Tory and our lives will transform for the better.
Scotland’s core grievance that it can never mature to take its place in the modern world while under the thumb of the British state gathers size and speed at a frightening pace, an entire nation moving as if a single political fireball of an activist.
Westminster’s answer to an unstoppable democratic grass-roots movement is to denounce it on behalf of ‘Greater England.’ It must be crushed.
Scotland has its own values. We have our own identity. When will colonials acknowledge Scots can be proud and independent? Is the solvent for being born a ‘Brit’ forever to be our blood for English wars, our wealth for English profligacy and corruption, and our silence for a pitiful pouch of bawbees?
Who are these despicable individuals who assume Scotland cannot survive unless the vassal of Great Britain?
David Cameron is one, intent on producing a severe diminution of the Welfare state and government, finishing the unfinished work of Thatcher, until we are left with the vestiges of democracy, basic rights but no more than that, free not to get beaten up in the street, but not the equal of corporations, passive consumers slumped in front of wider and wider television sets, worshipping vacuous celebrities and wishing we could be them.
Ed Miliband is another, Chief Cook and Bottle Washer for Labour’s Doncaster North Takeaway. He has the temerity to warn us if Scotland does not vote for his party but instead chooses to vote overwhelmingly for Scotland’s only legitimate party he will ignore the voters. The moral code no longer exists that an elected politician represents all voters not only those of his own persuasion. We are back to the proto-fascism of Thatcher and Bush when they asked, “Is he one of us?”
Miliband’s mouth works independently from his face, as if it knows he is lying and is desperate to remove itself from the offending body. Whatever he says and wherever he says it he sounds as if speaking under water. And he has studied Blair, closely. He copies his speech patterns and delivery style assuming we won’t notice. He is a hologram of a politician, a concoction of ad men and spin doctors.
Every gob of phlegm Miliband and Cameron spit is intended to make us question our worth, to be more and more anxious of our ability to be more than a mendicant.
I do not think I can take much more of men the modern-day equivalent of Australian bolters and bushrangers. They are the metastasis of Westminster.
Consumed by envy
What is it that so propels these men that they have no empathy for Scotland, a visceral hatred unless it does as its told? I am being asked to vote for personalities not fully formed, staunchly anti-democratic, intellectually stunted, geographically challenged. I should respect them because they claim they too are passionate about their views?
Miliband, a man who never held office or a job for that matter, shows us he is a ‘tough’ statesman. Tough politicians have no need to tell us they are tough. No matter how many overtures of support issue from the SNP he tells us in no uncertain terms he will refuse to assume the mantle of power and instead defer to another five years of Tory rule rather than receive a penny in his battered old hat from the SNP, Scotland’s premier party currently a conduit of mass political expression.
It is worth repeating: The Labour party will happily betray its own supporters.
You can view Miliband’s irresponsible determinism in two ways: better the Tories stick it to the Scots than Labour if Labour is ever to retain an ounce of dignity and credibility in its Scottish branch office. Or, Labour has so few ideological differences with the Tory party therefore Tories are Labour’s natural partners and allies. Actually, both apply. They showed that arm-in-arm against Scotland during the Referendum.
Both ignore Scotland.
We saw it when Westminster won the Referendum and Cameron strode over to the microphone outside Downing Street to tell us England not Scotland was his priority. He made fools of two-and-a-half million voters in Scotland, not all Scots, a small mercy.
After years of pleasant chats and occasional angry banter with English acquaintances they might now believe me. Westminster parties, all of them, use Scotland as a kind of holding tank for vote reinforcement, Treasury income, our soldiers as canon-fodder, and our glens and indigenous species as fair game. We are patronised or we are loathed. We are welcomed only if we do as we are told and vote for the British way of life. But we are not welcomed as leaders of the United Kingdom. That is Eton’s domain.
Win by England alone
Labour holds tight to the delusion a seat lost in Scotland casts them into eternal exile. It has never been so, a myth they popularise to pretend Scotland is their native homeland. They can win elections on English seats alone. And they prove their own lie when they assert the entire Scottish population are lepers, unwelcome in Westminster, as SNP voters.
Right-wing ideologues try their best to revive the old myth of the Englishman’s hereditary right to govern. It is not, they aver, in a Scotsman’s genes, not his disposition, ya know. A Scotsman is born to follow. Scots can mingle with their English overlords, they are just not allowed to assume power. Imperialist Westminster is familiar with the meaning of servitude, Scotland knows it out of bitter experience.
Westminster will speak for Scotland, if and when troubled to do so. That was yesterday. Today Scotland has its own voice.
“Britain needs a new direction” proclaims the shaky liberalism of the Guardian editorial and duly plumps for Ed Miliband and his web-covered, creaky old-style direction. Oxymoronically the Guardian welcomes the SNP and Scotland’s cultural revolution conveniently now that it is virtually irresistible, the newspaper just cannot bring itself to support anything that acknowledges Scotland is a separate country that should have equal rights and status as England. As far as the Guardian is concerned Scotland is part of Greater England, democracy strictly a two-party system.
The old is new. Call it New New Labour – with added royal blue whitener.
The Guardian is welcome to Miliband. His detestation of Scotland’s ambitions mirrors that of his deathly Scottish assistant, Jim Murphy, the man wearing the top hat who walks behind the hearse, bowing obsequiously to the bereaved.
Aspiration and resistance. What is the cure for the excruciating grip of Westminster’s power? To Westminster there is only one ‘cure’. Assimilation. Scotland must be cuffed and licked into mirror image.
It does not take long for a Scotsman to love his colonial partner when he makes his career in London or the shires. He fears exclusion from England’s prosperous establishment and loss of praise from its minions, so he kowtows, nods in consent when listening to Scotland derided, as a place to leave, or if the confidence not to quail, to rebel, go running seeking reconciliation. There are a dozen Scots-born novelists, comedians and actors one could name in an instant who fill that category, who succumb to Westminster’s bribes and authority because that is the side their bread is buttered. They made themselves known during the Referendum debate.
They are hostage to the lore wealth and adulation bring happiness.
That is the age-old story of Scotland’s ambitions set against the British state’s power and its connivance with big business and other vested interests. Beyond romantic, derelict castles it denies Scotland a history. In their most sanguine moments our imperial masters hope that throwing us a few sprats of local power will quench our demand for justice.
Westminster politicians wants us to believe cold, arid austerity will bring us Utopia but we can see it offers only Dystopia. We like to think we are Jean-Jacque Rousseau’s moral man walking free, exercising free will, but we are a people coerced, belittled, deracinated.
Westminster as the Mother of all Parliaments is a preposterous concept.
Defence of the national interest is self-evidently defence of England’s interests. The British state boasts that it defends us from frog-eating invaders, from the stain of European cooperation, from the evil of invisible terrorists, from ordinary hard-working eastern Europeans. The Scottish National Party is on that list, the new criminal cast. Scum. That is what they call over 100,000 members. Racist Ukip need hardly attempt to get candidates elected, there are already plenty of closet sympathisers in the House of Commons and the Lords.
We have reached an era when the British state protects itself from a large section of its own population, Scotland.
I wish the death of the Labour party as distinct from the Labour movement. The movement has distinguished names who fought for justice and fairness, many in Labour’s early and middle history Scots, the ones Miliband juggles in the air when a dose of patriotism seems a good defence in the hustings. Some argue there is still a chance Labour will see the light and reform, but they are foolish. There is no Labour party only a carbon copy of the Conservative and Unionist party. It committed suicide the day Blair renounced Clause 4 and embraced the neo-cons.
Last breath of Westminster.
England’s Hammer House of Horror has reached an advanced stage of rigor mortis. It should have been buried a decade ago. Its corpse stinks to high heaven.
Who has not had enough of Westminster’s adoration for inhumane and cruel neo-liberalism, weapons of mass death, illegal wars killing thousands of innocents, corruption, scandal, fat cat expenses and fatter heads, the violence of the rich over the poor, rotten to the core English imperialism, buggery and whips, but above all, exploitation of Scotland?
The nation that gave birth to the Labour party is told by the Labour party it can go to hell. It looks more likely we shall see Labour in hell first.