I’ve been steering clear of blogging about Caledonia (stern and wild) for nigh on far too long. It’s been too painful. But, enough is enough.
In today’s Scotland, we do not discuss Independence with anybody else until we have established that we are on the same side. There is very little opportunity for any sort of civilised discussion between ‘us’ and ‘them’.
The Separatists believe that they were cheated in 2014 and have never accepted the fact that they lost the referendum. They now claim that they are entitled to another vote because 62% of Scottish residents voted ‘Remain’ in 2016.
For the avoidance of doubt, I was part of that 62% but I accept the result and do not want a ‘People’s Vote’. ‘Brexit means Brexit’ works for me. The Separatists should, in like manner, accept that they lost their referendum. In my opinion.
Anyhow, they are marching on Embra tomorrow. Google ‘All Under One Banner’ and you will find that they have been infesting various Scottish cities over the last year in their continued clamour for Independence. It’s our turn tomorrow.
They started off by claiming that more than 100,000 would be on the streets of the Capital. They now seem to be suggesting about 50,000.
They will be marching along Princes Street to Holyrood Palace and the Scottish Parliament. They asked for permission to finish up in Holyrood Park but were refused because Historic Enterprises Scotland, who control the Park, cannot allow political events there under their constitution.
So, the Separatists are calling for civil disobedience and occupation of said Holyrood Park. They’re claiming that Police Scotland have informally indicated that they will allow them to do this to avoid any public unrest.
If this happens, the baw’s on the slates * big time. They can insult us as much as they want by calling us British Nats, or ‘Yoons’ (slang for Unionists), or Quislings, or ‘Uncle Tams’ or whatever. The truth is that we are proud Britons of Scottish stock and we can only be pushed so far.
*Equivalent to ‘the game’s a bogey.’ **
**Similar to ‘It’ll all end in tears’ or ‘It’s all gone pear-shaped’.