I am not the only one evidently getting into trouble from idiots who believe that bits of the full content of the rant from which the name of this blog is taken is somehow offensive.
British empiricism functions to allow whatever is happening now to remain unscrutinised, with the effect that Scottish affairs are marginalised, while allegedly unscrupulous practices of so called custodians of the rural economy never appear in the press.
At the time of writing, Wikipedia introduces its article thus:
Perfidious Albion is a pejorative phrase used within the context of international relations and diplomacy to refer to alleged acts of diplomatic sleights, duplicity, treachery and hence infidelity (with respect to perceived promises made to or alliances formed with other nation states) by monarchs or governments of the UK (or England prior to 1707) in their pursuit of self-interest.
I have had enough now. The Wee Ginger Dug on the button as usual.
Westminster is in chaos after May’s deal suffered another catastrophic defeat. Scotland’s voice is being ignored again. The BBC cut away just as Ian Blackford was starting to speak TWICE in the same day. A UK representative explained to Nicola Sturgeon and Michael Russell that they were “not bright enough” to understand the Brexit deal.
We’re being insulted, sidelined, ignored, and taken for granted. This so-called union and its failing institutions are failing Scotland, even on their own terms. Remember all the grand promises made to Scotland by Better Together in 2014, remember all the fine words and honeyed voices, and compare them with what has actually been delivered. Remember them the next time that opponents of independence promise a fine future for Scotland within the UK.
Here Scotland is, teetering on the brink of a British made catastrophe, and parts of the Scottish press prefer to print warnings against…
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Inexorably, history moves on. The trick is to find a way of joining in, of being the change, participating rather than being swept along.
Chemotherapy begins today.
More of that as this post proceeds.
…. an addendum to mountains, messfam and mindfulness
Nighttime is the worst.
I have come to the conclusion that Mindfulness is probably a bit of a misnomer.
But more of that later.
I do not often reblog. But this piece stands out for me as extremely important. The writer is a not only a blogger, but also speaks in public and so he is a little more prominent. As my recent experience with the BBC has taught me, perhaps too the various organs of the British State are also becoming interested in those of us who only write. If this is the case, then we are entering extremely dangerous times indeed.
By Jason Michael
ON ROUTE TO BELFAST, after speaking to Scottish independence supporters in Fife, I was called aside by a police officer at Cairnryan ferry terminal for a “random security check” as I waited to board my sailing. The officer asked for my identification, my name, date and place of birth, my home address in Dublin, and the reason for my trip to Scotland. Once the officer was happy with my answers, I was allowed to continue on into the departure lounge. Moments later, however, the same officer came into the departure lounge and asked if I would accompany her into an interview room at the opposite side of the security and check-in area.
Since 2014, when I began writing pro-independence articles for the Butterfly Rebellion website and then on my own blog, Random Public Journal, I have always been randomly selected for security checks at Cairnryan…
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