The Yes Campaign is the first of the world’s post-crash movements to be genuinely popular and to actually have a chance of winning and gaining power. From the Occupy movement to the English riots of a few years ago there has been an inchoate sense of malcontentment, rage and sometimes hope. These upwellings were all doomed to failure, and our local flavour is far from having success guaranteed. I am not talking about the referendum, I am talking about the transformational nature of us taking control of ourselves. We are not divorcing from England, or the English – we are divorcing the government, we are divorcing the Establishment, the post-Thatcher accommodation – or rather that is what this national debate we have been having has become, this is what the people who have ran with the ball in this campaign have made it.
I have heard a lot recently about how much the Yes Campaign will be relying on Labour voters to deliver success. I agree that this group’s support is vital, but a more important group is the ‘missing million’ – those marginalised, often economically and socially, who don’t vote, who don’t go out of their way to make sure they are registered to vote, who pay no attention at all to politics, and who don’t bother to actually vote even when a poll card appears without any effort from themselves magically on their doormat – and they live next door to the fucking Polling Station. These are often the poorest and most victimised of an austerity culture, and they have become the engine –the numerical and philosophical basis of the Yes Campaign. In event of a Yes vote, this must not be forgotten in post-referendum political horse-trading and in particular the constitutional arrangement of our new country.
It gave me a shiver to write those last three words. We can and must do this.
The money markets are breathing heavily down the neck of the UK government at the moment. When they said at the beginning of the year that rUK would accept the whole of the UK debt in the worst case, it was because they had to calm down the markets who were extremely worried at the categorical insistence that there would not be a currency union. That rashness is now coming home to shite on their doorstep in the light of the increasing probability that we might just do it and vote Yes.
Best possible scenario – that the markets force the UK government to shuffle their feet and accept a currency union in the event of a Yes vote. The markets certainly have the power – remember John Major’s rash promise to ignore the run on the pound in the 90s and the humiliating climb-down which resulted. If this happens, the one argument that No has is gone, and we have a walkover referendum.
At the moment, the UK government, and the other unionist parties who are in cahoots with the slash-and –burn strategy are like the sheriff in Blazing Saddles, putting a gun to their own head as a threat, and here it is….
Better Together, hand in hand and tongue in mouth with the media, is going for a new tactic at this final stage of the campaign – Project Fear 2.0. This time it is not the currency or em… sorry, what other arguments did they have again? It is fear of physical assault. The narrative is that the Yes campaigners are at heart Brown-Shirts who love nothing better than a vicious street-fight after a night in the beer-kellar singing Tomorrow Belongs To Me. An egg is thrown at a politician? Why, such a thing has never happened in any election ever, apart from every fucking one. But these are Separatist eggs – take your fucking head off they would. If only we had those nice cybernats back – they could be nasty, with their arguments, and sarcasm and stuff, but at least they didn’t nail your fucking head to the floor.
This from The Independent today:
Today a senior source on the No campaign claimed that the nationalists’ aggressive tactics would frighten voters away from polling stations. “We are worried that there is going to be absolute carnage,”
And an Orange Walk to come…
Watch the first half of this video featuring the truly awful Neil Findlay MSP. I have never come across this bozo before, but he is a piece of work. It is encouraging when your opponents are so bereft of argument, so ridiculous, but he approaches the pantomime villain in his egregiousness. Yes, missus, I did say egregiousness.
He epitomises everything that is wrong with the Labour party – in the UK, and in Scotland in particular. He has nothing of substance to say. He has no bottom of serious political integrity. He spreads lies and misinformation with joyous abandon and thug-like single-mindedness. He is like Malcolm Tucker’s fellow Scotsman in The Thick of It – the one who is even more of a psycho than Tucker himself – but without the wit, intelligence or likeability. He will go far in today’s Scottish Labour Party.
Joyously, hundreds more celebrities voiced their opinion on the referendum this week.
Up-and-coming rock musician Sir Mick Jagger was among 200 public figures who signed a letter urging Scotland to vote “No”.
On the other side, supporters of independence include Sir Sean Connery, actor Brian Cox and novelist Irvine Welsh.
As always, the calm voice of reason came from Barry Chuckle of the Chuckle Brothers, who tweeted: “I leave it up to the Scots to decide.”
I watched the Scottish parliament on BBC Parliament this afternoon debating the Economic Opportunities of Independence Debate. I caught Michael Russell talking about child poverty and the removal of Trident. The camera ranged from the Labour to the Tory benches to show their members hooting with laughter and jeering with derision. What have the Labour Party come to? They can openly laugh at the effrontery of the people of Scotland getting rid of the obscenity of weapons of mass destruction and having the audacity to plan to do something about child poverty in our country instead of slavishly following the planned Tory cuts, as Labour have pledged to do in the unlikely event of Ed getting the keys to No. 10 when they get their turn on the swing.
As I watched the camera moving from Tory to Labour bench, I was reminded of the passage at the end of George Orwell’s Animal Farm:
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.”