Wednesday, 29 June 2022

Dae ye want tae ken whit ah think?

 


So ah watched Nicola yesterday, an maist o whit she said we've aw heard afore, except fer the bit aboot the plebescite election. That wis the game-chynger fer me, she's never spoke thae words afore, an she wis quite clear whit that plebescite election wid mean, the SNP standin oan one question, "Should Scotland be independent?" an the winnin post wid be winnin the general election in Scotland, gettin 30 seats oot o 59... a win she's awready managed oan the three practice runs in 2015, 17 an 19...


Ah know folk are gettin aw excited aboot the 19th o October 2023, but nothin happened yesterday that made that event any mair likely than it wis the day afore. The Unionists dinnae want it, so let's stand an watch them expend aw their energies oan stoppin it. They'll likely manage it an aw, it's the UK Court, ah mean, c'mon, oor brains didnae aw faw oot yesterday, they'll chuck everythin at it, so it should become clear quite soon that that 'roadmap' is fer a road we're no even oan, we're drivin right up that plebescite election road noo, an that's better, as ah keep sayin, we're only lookin fer the same result that we've delivered three times runnin...


The present Tory Government are content tae change Human Rights we thocht were as 'enshrined' as we could get, an they're daein oan the basis o winnin mair seats than the rest at a General Election. If there wis tae be a Labour landslide, then Kier Starmer could an wid change aw manner o laws, oan the basis o winnin mair seats at a General Election than the rest. That's the British State's preferred metric, Parliamentary sovereignty expressed through the ballot box by FPTP election, an if it's guid enough fer them then we should grab that blunt weapon by the handle...


There is one bit o yesterday that's escaped folk's attention though, so far, an that's whit happens the day efter the plebescite election Sturgeon jist made real by talkin aboot in public. Ye see, in another world, the yin where Johnson signs a Section 30 order an everythin's laid oot fine an dandy in a spirit o co-operation an friendship, then the day efter a Yes win at a referendum, they baith stand up an say "That's it decided then", an Johnson adds "It's a fair cop Guv, ye got me bang tae rights"... whereas in the world we now inhabit, this real world, the day efter the next General Election, the day efter a fourth landslide win fer the SNP, the First Minister is gaunnae hae tae stand up an declare "We won, we're independent", an she'll likely hae tae declare that *whispers the word* unilaterally...


The way ah see it we could get oorsels catapulted intae independence in gey short order, an that suits me fine, we're in a grave crisis as it is, an under the British it's only guaranteed tae get worse.

Wednesday, 8 June 2022

A wee confession...

 


Ah thocht seein as ah wis doon oan ma knees awready ah might as well offer up a wee confession, ah'm APAC, (that's Assigned Protestant At Christenin, keep up...), but fae a very early age ah knew ah had been born intae the wrong body o the kirk... but every time ah asked them, "Mum, how dae ye ken ah'm a Proddie?" they never answered properly... "Ye jist are", or "Cos ye go tae the Proddie school", or "Shush, listen tae that man in the long frock, he kens whit he's talkin aboot"... an so ah tried tae fit in, at the Sunday School, at the Bible Study, at the Scripture Union, in the choir oan Songs o Praise, at that Youth Club at the funny Evangelical Church at the tap o Cabrelli's Wynd, at the Mission on the Beach at St Andrews when we were in the caravan... an ah think ah might've got away wi it if it hadnae been fer that big finger pointin doon at me fae the sky wherever ah went... "Heathen! Get her!"


They're tryin tae retcon the Bible noo, sayin it wis pit th'gither by a bunch o auld men fae the odd ripped pages they used tae find in bushes, along wi a Letters page that could've done wi an Editor an an Appendix fu o auld proverbs... but ma mind's clear, ah can mind them tellin me that wis God's ain words, an gettin ma Granda an Grannie tae tell me they were showin me actual pictures o the Flood happenin! Now even they can tell they're fightin a losin battle... against CGI, naebody's impressed wi jist drawins noo, or 'windaes'...


So anyway, ah transitioned fae the Church o Scotland tae thinkin fer masel insteid. They can keep their 3-Spirit nonsense, they can keep their 'in the name o the Non-birthing Parent, the AMAB Child, and the They Who Must Not Be Dead-Named' rubbish, they can keep their 'innate sense of soul' crap... even that picture ma Granda used tae show me, they can keep their rainbow, that's nae mair a sign fae Stonewa-sorry, God than it is flee in the air, that's just a trick o the light.


Here endeth the lesson, noo let me get oan...