Aside

So the debate rages on with constant horror stories of how there will be no jobs, no money, probably not enough food and utter devastation if us uppity jocks decide to exercise our democratic mandate rights and assert our own sovereignty. Whatever next – will they tell us that BBC – that really should be EBC, the Establishment bias of Auntie Beeb is out there in the open these days – and SKY will stop broadcasting to Scotland – A ken fine it’s impossible but such is the numptiedom of the post–Imperial Britain Forever crew that they will say just about anything to try and score a point. And to think I used to be proud to work for the BBC!!!! What we should be concentrating on is responding to the Scottish Government’s Consultation and letting them know what we think. Apropos of that I have just reviewed Elliot Bulmer’s book A Modlel Scottish Constitution (Luath Press £9.99 ISBN1-908373-13-X) – and I gave it 5 stars, well maybe 4.95. It is a brilliant piece of work and without being OTT, he does make some brilliant points about true democratic governance. Here are two quotes regarding the bllithering, adolescent, public-school talking shop that is Westminster – ‘a place of theatrical ritualised confrontation’ and ’As a democratic legislature and as a deliberative body it can only be regarded a dysfunctional’. This is why it is important that as many people as possible respond to the Consultation and make it clear we need a defined and democratic constitution and cannot n any way be influenced by the essentially corrupt institutions of the British parliament which exist to serve the interests on the City of London. These Mammon worshipping nyaffs are utterly shameless – led by Ollie (short for oleaginous) Cameron they are taking great delight in hammering the poorest and most vulnerable in society wheel continuing to shovel bucketloads of UK tax monies to thieir pals. The utterly revolting thing in all of this is that their pals also run the London media so everything is presented to the poor unfortunate plebs – i.e. the non-rich – as unavoidable. Crap! There are many alternatives to current economic orthodoxy but they all involve taking on the rich and with the meda and Parliament serving as their front lines of defence, the old ways don’t cut it any more – though truly they never did. And the supine behaviour of the New Labour posh boys tells you all you need to know about that lot. I‘ll put my hand up and admit I have always understood the Labour Party’s role was to sell out those it claimed to represent, but this lot stupefy even me. I liked Eck the Fish’s idea of us serving as a beacon of fairness for the rest of the UK – didn’t that go down well – but that is secondary – let’s sort ourselves first and then set an example for our southron cousins. After all once we’re away they will need all the help they can get. And just a daft wee thought – a new name for the Great Wen, the Smoke,etc – Subsidistan!

On other fronts The Loaby Press is steaming ahead – reworked website up soon which will  tell all about the increasing number of e-books we are publishing. Anyone wanting to come to the launch of The Pagan Symbols of the Picts on 29th March at Blackwells on North Bridge, Edinburgh should contact them to get a ticket – my last Pictish book launch sold out. As it is part of Ceilidh Culture there will even be a chance to hear the rarely heard Dunnichen Suite – which I will get recorded sometime this year. There will be a second launch as part of Scotland’s Sacred Landscapes – a 2 day event taking place at the Netherbow Theatre 5/6th May in which I will beparticipating, surprise, surprise,.

And finally, anyone reading this who took part in The Vigil for A Scottish Parliament1992-97, moves are afoot for a gathering on Calton Hill on 14th April to celebrate it’s 20th anniversary. To that end there will shortly be a Relight My Fire, Facebook site set up to spread the word. Current mutterings are that we got what we wanted the last time so let’s go for it again – this time the goal being an Independent and Democratic Scotland. It’s Time We Were Awa!!

A GUID NEW YEAR?

And here we are in 2012 – a year of impending doom according to some, based on the fact that the Mayan calendar stops. While some analyses of the past could suggest we are indeed coming to the end of a World Age – i.e. one full turn of the precession of the equinox = 26,000 years approx.– what seems more likely is beginning of the end of the unitary British state. From my point of a view it cannae come quick enough and it has been a salutary experience seeing the outflow of ignorance and stupidity emanating from that festering cess-pit of malignity, the Westminster village and those who hang on t its (forked ) coat-tails. At least the OOPSY control of the British Establishment and State is out in the open (OOPSY = oafish Oxbridge public school yahoo). And we should remember that the Bullingdon Berties don’t just include Cameron, Johnson, Osborne et al in their numbers bit that the public face of ‘responsible journalism; at the EBC (no not the English Broadcasting Council but the Establishment one), the David Dimblebore is also an ex Bullingdon Club member. Hooray Henries Rule Ya Chaps! The outpouring of arrogant ignorance that emanates from Londonistan is wondrous to behold – they know nothing of Scotland’s history, culture or politics and see us as little more than another province – one whose real importance is that they can come here for some shootin’ and fishin’ with their various uber-rich pals. Despite such ignorance they presume the right to lecture us about our political situation – never has the post-Imperial hubris of the British Establishment been so obvious. I particularly like the spectacular hypocrisy of these blithering yahs and their lickspittles calling us subsidy junkies, when London, even setting aside the sickening spectacle of the economic splurge on the Olympic PR opportunity – takes the lion’s share of all British taxes to support the pampered, privileged numpties of the south-eastern elite closed-shop, while at the same time their Nimbyism makes sure that we are actually looking after Trident, to which they fervently cling in the utter fallacy that it maintains Britain’s status a world power. Eck the Fish was on song when he said the English are ready for Independence – we should do all we can to remind our English friends and relations that most of them have as big a problem as we do with the wealth-sucking, Shelob-like canker of the City of London, to whom the political establishment permanently bow the knee. ( I wonder where I put the phone numbers of Geordies for an Independent Scotland and the Yorkshire Liberation Army.) When we get away maybe they can begin to sort out this problem.
Great to hear Canon Kenyon Wright on the wireless (sometimes the EBC lets things slip through their Establishment myopia) reminding us all of the Claim of Right that was signed by all of Scotland’s Labour and the Lib Dem MPs in 1989.
We, gathered as the Scottish Constitutional Convention, do hereby acknowledge the sovereign right of the Scottish people to determine the form of Government best suited to their needs, and do hereby declare and pledge that in all our actions and deliberations their interests shall be paramount.
We further declare and pledge that our actions and deliberations shall be directed to the following ends:
To agree a scheme for an Assembly or Parliament for Scotland;
To mobilise Scottish opinion and ensure the approval of the Scottish people for that scheme; and
To assert the right of the Scottish people to secure implementation of that scheme.
The signatories included one Donald Dewar whose supposed role as the father of the Scottish Parliament I will address in a later blog. It also included Messrs Darling, Kennedy and Campbell.
He was a signatory but what of the act that we now see the true alignment of British establishment politics – not the Lib Dems and Cons, but Labour and the Conservatives standing shoulder to shoulder to try and prevent the political will of the Scottish people being expressed.
It is also worth remembering that the UK is a signatory to the Declaration of Human Rights which includes the following from Article 21
(3) The will of the people shall be the basis of the authority of government; this will shall be expressed in periodic and genuine elections which shall be by universal and equal suffrage and shall be held by secret vote or by equivalent free voting procedures.
However from the British political Establishment’s post-Imperial viewpoint all that is happening is that the natives are growing restless – time to send a gunboat or a few packets of coloured beads perhaps? IT”S TIME WE WERE AWA.

A New Thing Then

It was a long time ago, maybe five or six thousand years ago. In one way that’s not long at all when nowadays we reckon that humans have been around on this planet of ours for a million years or so. But when you see how things have changed these past few thousand years it surely is a long time now. Nobody remembers his name, though there are those who think a memory still echoes in one or other of the names we have given to the gods we have invented since then. And it was a man. For all we can know shows before that time, the people, in all their different places thought the world was made by a goddess of some sort, or another. An interesting creature that goddess, sometimes like the howling dogs of hell mixed with a psychopathic loathing of all life and other times like everybody’s mother – it’s just the way we try to tell the story of life to each other that causes the confusion. But when the change came, as there can be no doubt it came – slithering like a junkie thief in the pre-dawn hours when sleep is deepest – it was a man who did the deed. A simple thing, it seemed like a good idea at the time, what real harm could there be in such a small re-arrangement of things. Times must have been hard for him to get away with it – no family would allow such a thing, no secure community would have tolerated quite such a passing of responsibility. For what he did, that man, so long gone now, was invent something new. Living in a time when enough was plenty, he saw that he could get a little more, and others just a little less, by a judicious application of self-interest.
Maybe his neighbour’s house had fallen down, and being troubled times, the neighbour, recently come, with no extended family to call on to help him raise his walls again, Oh never mind, the smiling man said, I will help you. My sons and I will work alongside you, when we have finished in our own fields but, as you are a stranger to us and we do not know that you will help us if a time of need should come upon us, I have a plan. We will help you but for that help, as we are not of your kin, and we do not know you well, I would ask but a small thing, a little price, let us say a tenth of al the food you grow for the next five years,

For he saw the stranger had no friends or kin to help him, and more than that, he spied a chance to take back more than he would give from the weakness that the stranger had. And the stranger, new to the place, with no one to turn to for advice or succour, felt he had to agree. And it seemed to the stranger that he was being given help, sure he would have to give of his land’s produce for five years, but without a house and a comfort for his wife and children how could he work his land at all. And so when others came to theat place, and many did for the times were hard and the land there was good, he told the newcomers of the good man’s generosity and that if they asked him, they too might get help. And little by little the village grew, for the friendly man had food enough to spare and was always ready to help newcomers find a space to build a house and land enough to feed themselves, for just a small piece of what they themselves made from that land.

And being as they were all people who understood that a word given was a sacred thing, the bargain that was struck with each was nobody’s business but their own. The first year when the good man worked with his sons beside the first newcomer in the fields, the talk was all of what they shared, the pleasure in the ripening fruit, the beauty of the children as they grew, But the season after that, when the newcomer worked his fields he saw the good man sent his sons to do the work on his own land bit did not take up a hoe, or walk behind an ox himself. And in the fifth year the newcomer broke his leg and his children being young, his wife with child and hard times looming, the good man simply said, “ Fear not, just let me help and our arrangement we can go on for five more years.”

And at the end of the five years, the newcomer, though he was no longer that, looked around and saw that many of the people who had come to this fine and fertile place in the past ten years worked just as hard as he did, yet were poor. And the good man, well he never worked at all – why should he, he had made a new thing – a way of growing things that did not need the turning of the earth, the planting of seeds or the tending of crops. He had created something new. They call it poverty and it made the good man rich, and his sons and theirs still tend that invention to this day,

Wikileaks et al

So now we know what we have always suspected – that governments lie, cheat, murder and steal. The current witch-hunt against Assange shows up the ideas of justice and law in so-called western democracies as the sham they are. In Britain we not only have government for the rich, but by the rich and the media has hardly raise a whisper – which may have something to do with the fact that most senior media positions are filled by schoolfriends of the Bullingdon Bampots currently in residence in Downing Street. When leading US politicians call for Assange to be executed this is clearly not the same as terrorists – Muslim or otherwise – doing the same. The stench of hypocrisy is overpowering. However, remember– elites are self-selecting – nobody voted the rich in – they stole their way to the power and influence they have and it is particularly obnoxious that in the aftermath of the Great Banking Con that Barack Obama has shown his real colours by humbly accepting that the rich should pay even less tax. Here in Scotland of course we have Eck the Fish and his mates acting like rabbits before a ferret whenever they meet Bumfluff Trump.
The rich are people who are a virus in human society – they believe that their wealth, no matter how it has been gathered, is a sign of their essential virtue. This is clearly a form of insanity and the business as usual attitude of governments world- wide shows how widespread such ideas actually are. It is the activities of profit-driven corporations owned by the rich through the smokescreen of shareholdings that are endangering human life on our planet – but they simply believe that they ae so rich they can buy their way out of anyt situation that they cause to happen. The utter ineptitude of governance in the face of a wee bit of bad weather in the British Isles shows the idiocy of that idea. But then again there are none so dumb as those who think they know everything.

It was a long time ago, perhaps even five or six thousand years ago. In one way that’s not long at all, when nowadays we think we know that humans have been around on this planet of ours for a million years or more. But when you see how things have changed these past few thousand years it surely is a long time now. Nobody remembers his name, though there are those who think a memory still echoes in one or other of the names we have given to the gods we have invented since then. And it was a man. For all we know suggests before that time, the people, in all their different places on our planet, thought the world was made by a goddess of one sort or another. An interesting creature that goddess, sometimes appearing like the howling dogs of hell mixed with a psychopathic loathing of all life and other times like everybody’s mother – it’s just the way we try to tell the story of life to each other that causes the confusion. But when the change came, and there can be no doubt it came – slithering like a junkie thief in the pre-dawn hours when sleep is deepest – it was a man who did the deed. A simple thing, it seemed like a good idea at the time, what real harm could there be in such a small re-arrangement of things. Times must have been hard for him to get away with it – no family would allow such obscenity, no secure community have tolerated quite such a passing of responsibility. For what he did, that man, so long gone now, was invent poverty. Living in a time when enough was plenty, he saw that he could get a little more, and others a little less, by a judicious application of self-interest.
Maybe his neighbour’s house had fallen down, and being troubled times, the neighbour, recently come, had no family to call of to help him raise his walls again.
“ Oh never mind,” he said, smiling,” I will help you. My sons and I will work alongside you once we have finished in our own fields but, as you are a stranger to us and we do not know that you will help us, if a time of need should come upon us, I have a plan. We will help you but for that help, as we are not of your kin, and we do not know you well, I would ask but a small thing, a little price, let us say a tenth of al the food you grow for the next five years.”
For he saw the stranger had no friends or kin to help him, and more than that, he spied a chance to take back more than he would give from the weakness that the stranger had. And the stranger, new to the village, with no one to turn to for advice or succour, felt he had to agree. And it seemed to the stranger that he was being given help, sure he would have to give of his land’s produce for five years, but without a house and a comfort for his wife and children how could he work his land at all. And so when others came to the valley, and many did, for the times were hard in many places and the land there was fertile, he told the newcomers of the good man’s generosity and that if they asked he they might get help. And little by little the village grew, for the friendly man had food enough to spare and was always ready to help newcomers find a space to build a house and land enough to feed themselves, for just a small piece of what they themselves made from that land.

And being as they were all people who understood that a word given was a sacred thing, the bargain that was struck with each was nobody’s business but their own. The first year when the good man worked with his sons beside the first newcomer in the fields, the talk was all of what they shared, the pleasure in the ripening fruit, the beauty of the children as they grew. But the season after that, when the newcomer worked his fields he saw the good man sent his sons to do the work on his own land but did not take up a hoe, or walk behind an ox himself. And in the fifth year the newcomer broke his leg and his children being young, his wife with child and hard times looming, the good man simply said, “ Fear not, just let me help and our arrangement can go on for five more years.”
And at the end of the five years, the newcomer, though he was no longer that, looked around and saw that many of the people who had come to this fine and fertile place in the past ten years worked just as hard as he did, yet were poor. And the good man, well he never worked at all – why should he, he had made a new thing – a way of growing things that did not need the turning of the earth, the planting of seeds or the tending of crops. He had created something new. They call it poverty and it made the good man rich, and his sons and theirs have tended that very invention to this day,

New language

With the insanity of current so called economics it is suely time to start thinking of new ways of describing the utter imbecility of both politics and the media. So, for starters
Smuggit, verb: to make authoritative statements unconnected to reality in such a way as to suggest that anyone disagreeing is, by definition smug, arrogant and essentially ignorant, which is in fact a precise description of the person making the statement.
As in
Osborne was smuggiting again last night.

Who Stole Scotland

This is the title of a grand article by land campaigner Andy Wightman in the day’s Sunday Herald – http://www.heraldscotland.com/. It lays bear the underlying corruption of the land question in Scotland. This should be the start of a debate of just how we are all affected by the landownership question and it leads into further questions of the total complicity in this situation, of the law establishment in Scotland, many of whose members are themselves large-scale landowners, or are happy to take the tainted siller of the lairds, and of course the utterly contemptible refusal of Scottish historians to recognise the underlying realities so well laid out by Andy. To this day local people are still being cleared off Scotland’s rural land while rich people from anywhere in the world are allowed – encouraged? – to play with our soil as they see fit. The obscenity of the development at Menie is a clear example of this and it is all too telling that Trump’s vainglorious plans to create a haven for the super rich are supported by by none other than our First MInister. While like many other Scots I would like to see us independent precisely because we could begin to attack the land question in a free and open manner instead of hiding the truth through the essentially colonial structures that still clutch at the law and other institutions of supposed public benefit in Scotland, this does not mean that I am a member or even a supporter of the SNP. They suffer from the unfortunate fact that – as in all other parties thirled to Westmonster’s (sic) shonky concept of what constitutes democracy – seen cleary at the moment in its true colours to be government by the rich and for the rich – they have too many lawyers in their representative ranks.
The really good news in this is that this informative and accurate representation – however brief – of the horrors of the land question in Scotland – has been published by the Sunday Herald. Letters in support of their position would be a good idea as would be spreading the word to everybody that you know to be at all interested in the future of Scotland, about this article and Andy’s new book. I regulary forget to suggest (urge?demand?) folk to buy my latest book(s) but have no reluctance in pushing Andy’s.
On another but related tack I await further news from my MSP Malcolm Chisholm about the Scottish Government’s response to my concerns anent the arrest and imprisonment of the two journalists at the Trump development at Menie. http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/sep/12/film-makers-arrested-donald-trump-scottish-golf-resort#history-link-box