Right now we are looking down the barrel of Brexit, and anyone can tell you that this is not a road we want to be on. Forget for a moment that Europe has the daggers out for London. We have enough to worry about contemplating what will happen to us in a life shackled to the United Kingdom, with our backs turned to the continent.
In England racist thugs are effectively being celebrated as the new patriots. Racism and bigotry have come to be an integral part of British Nationalism.
Regardless of what anyone thinks of Campbell in the movement – good or bad – thank goodness we have him. Wings was caught in the snare, and now it’s out again – thanks to the general uproar in Scotland.
This little man’s bible, his instrument of hatred and torture, his upside-down roadmap to hellfire, was the word of his god. No doubt his slavery to it already had him living a bleak and dismal living hell, and he is to be pitied for that.
Owing to the rigorous streamlining of everything up here by our masters in Westminster, few of us Jocks have ever seen a 90 year old woman. So naturally we were eager to get the party going.
We didn’t get lumbered with soviet councils or re-education camps. What we got instead was 'sexy socialism.' The sexual revolution was a revolution too, and Scotland rather enjoyed it.
This is real terrorism, and it is being used by Ruth Davidson and her élitist London friends every day against someone on your street – against your mother, and until we can come up with effective anti-terrorism measures we can’t tell Westminster’s Tories that Scotland’s no longer their slave.
If we really do want an independent Scotland, free to run it has we see fit, then we have to be prepared to do something about it, and this means more than simply going out to vote every few years.