A guest post by Ally Farquhar
Oh well, that didnae take long did it? Dick Leonard decided to sleep on the combined clusterbollox which was Labour’s branch and head office General Election campaign, did some serious reflection, possibly in the windae of a jobcentre Plus, shut the Laura Ashley bedroom curtains that John McDonnell gave him, and went back tae his bed again whistling Jerusalem.
Like Monty Python’s parrot, the Labour Party, as currently constituted in Scotland, is not resting, it’s not stunned, it’s no’ pining, it’s deid.
They simply refuse to take a telling, even when every electoral constituency in the country, apart from the one with Morningside in it, tells them to go and take a run up a short steep hill with a cliff at the top.
It’s mental! You’d think the fact that the mothership down south is sinking like a former Tory leader would in a Loch (thank goodness the SNP didnae get 50 seats, every cloud has a silver lining), and Tony Blair thinks they’re having an existential crisis, would give them a clue that they need some serious change to reflect voters preferences, or at least embrace the idea that the people of Scotland should have a say in their own futures, but naw.
No wonder social media is full of proclamations from our fellow county folk, who may have voted No in 2014, and who are now so cheesed off with the Little Empire vanity project and the sheer contempt the democratic rights of the people of Scotland is held in, that they are coming to see self- determination as the answer. They’ve heard all of this devo max stuff many times. It hardly registers with them now.
Welcome, we’re glad to have you. We all have our journeys to make, we take different lengths of time to get there.
With delusional Dick digging up the usual Groundhog Day responses to his party getting humped, we surely cannot be long before the Grand Federalisimo himself, the son of the manse, launches himself, yet again for the very first time, on the viewers of the state telly channel, and Hootsmon readers, to charm us with tales of northern powerhouses, and bucketloads of new devolved goodies. Everything in the cupboard bar the compensating for something not very big, nightmare toys, if only we all come back to the ‘I can’t believe it’s not socialism’ fold. Aye, whatever.
That is, of course, once the Tories have robbed us of everything they possibly can first, and legislated the frack out of the ground beneath our feet.
Independence is ours to take. We’ve got to go for it. We don’t need to convince diehard unionists. That’s a waste of time. Eventually there won’t be enough of them to really matter.
Ignore them and concentrate on having frank, honest conversations with friends, family and colleagues who have open minds. Encourage them to do their own research, to become informed about the facts of being in the Union and the opportunities Independence will bring.
Have a restful festive season folks because next year is going to be busy.