Three hundred years after the crooked nobles of Scotland sold a proud independent nation down the Bannock Burn for a handful of silver, Alex Salmond took another major step, the other day, on the thousand-mile road to free Scotland.
The reaction from the British rump state was both pathetic and predictable.
The Labour faction want to keep this miserable union because without its safe political seats, their particular gang will never rule the roost in Westminster again.
(Though, after Vladimir Blair and Joseph Brown destroyed all the rival ‘talent’ in their faction, before Brown haemorrhaged Blair to death with political warfarin – as Leon Campbell reported – there’s little chance of that under Nikita Miliband anyway, whatever the circumstances.)
The Conservative faction, of course, want to keep the union, because beneath the corrupt hearts of most of their shire-based Sir Bufton Tuftons, lies a flag of imperial adventure; Culloden, Plassey, Mafeking, and all that.
Most of the rest of the kleptocratic London taxocracy want to keep the union, for without it London loses a little more of its mystique, and heads further down the way of Stockholm, Madrid, or Lisbon, and other former capitals of much-reduced empires.
Take it to its final degree.
If London were to become a city state, how grand could the Foreign Office be, or MI6, or the BBC, if all they each represented was a single English-speaking town in a small island of independent states?
“I’m James Bond, and Boris Johnson has given me a licence to kill.”
Daniel Craig would apply for something in the Russian FSB.
All those Romanesque façades would also become a historical joke, if the British government was reduced to the importance of Boris Johnson’s mayoral office; assuming Boris or a successor refused to squash the beast entirely, under a deserved foot of twelve hundred years of rotten bloody history, since Alfred began the death-drenched British empire, in Wessex.
(Rather interestingly, the union of Scotland and England arose because of a boom and bust cycle, fed by the taxative greed of Scotland’s elite. I hope that sounds familiar to anyone in Greece, Ireland, and Portugal, who are about to lose their own independence under similar circumstances.)
And now all we can hear from the MSM in England is a tale of woe about how we are ‘stronger together’ and other such cant.
Once Scotland throws off the shackles of welfare dependency thrust upon it by the British state to weaken it, it will once again become an economic powerhouse, sending its engineers and entrepreneurs out into the world to increase the prosperity of both themselves and everyone else.
The lives of everyone in Scotland, once the welfare cheques start to bounce, will become freer, happier, and wealthier. The chip on the shoulder will also finally dissolve, as they’ll look south to see the English withering under the same British state welfarism that has kept Scotland down for so long.
Yes, they’ll be a period of adjustment, as the one in four (or is it one in two?) of people in Scotland who live off the state, will have to find something useful to do, but that will pass far quicker than anyone hopes.
So what’s stopping them?
The entire British state and the British state-licensed MSM, for one. Also, worries amongst Scotland’s parasites that they’ll have to work for a living, and stupid discussions about ‘sharing’ the British state’s debt.
Go free, Scotland, and shake off those shackles. Repudiate the debt. You never borrowed it. So why do you need to repay it?
If you really feel bad about it, then give back the British state the £398,085.50, that they bought Scotland for. That the British state has inflated that away to the price of semi-detached house in Edinburgh, to pay for their welfare-warfare state, is their problem.
And if anyone in Scotland enters a polling booth in the next few years and votes ‘Yes’ to remain welfare dependents – so they can keep sucking at the English tax teat, while at the same time continuously complaining about the English – then shame on them.
Though if they can throw off the dole cheques, and manage to avoid all the booby traps to become independent, I hope they let me in and give me a second slave card if Texas turns me down.
Loch Lomond’s nice.
And only half an hour from the centre of Glasgow.