‘Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country’

I always thought that this was a ringing declaration uttered at the height of some international crisis. On googling, I find that it was just a typing exercise like ‘The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dogs.’

Whatever. A prosaic title but one which fits my purpose. My country is the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. My nationality is British of Scots origin. Within the next two years, I will be asked to decide whether I want Scotland to leave the Union. The debate will undoubtedly be acrimonious but it will, hopefully, be more informed than the heat and light that is being generated at the moment. Just a few initial thoughts.

Firstly, I am the product of my upbringing. Born an army brat in Hamburg. My early years were spent in West Germany, Singapore, Scotland and England, knowing that I would have to move on in two years to make new friends in new schools when Dad got his next posting. Not a problem but I was always a wee bit of an outsider and an observer as a result. I think that said upbringing may have cursed me for all time with a desire to try to see where the other person is coming from. As some may know, my favourite phrases are ‘in my opinion’ and ‘I could, of course be wrong.’ This could be a worry given what is about to kick off in Scotland.

My second problem is that I am a Scottish Tory and, allegedly, as scarce as a hen’s tooth in Caledonia (stern and wild). This is utter keech. We may not have many political representatives in Scotland but we are still at least 15% of the population and in a Unionist majority when added to Labour and Liberal Democrat supporters. This referendum is for us to lose. We must make sure that we do not.

Thirdly, there is a strong streak of Radicalism in Scotland which I admire but do not share. Doesn’t stop me appreciating it when somebody from that background hits it right on my button. In a post on Boadicea’s site, a visiting associate editor made a comment. Bearsy, quite rightly, drew attention to an apostrophic error. Moving on, I was drawn to her website to see why the ‘Mairi’ was in the Nominative case whilst the ‘bheag’ was Vocative.

Turned out to be total serendipity. Marie Marshall and I will probably never be friends. She is no lover of the Blessed Margaret and (more and worse) she lives in or about Dundee, otherwise known as the armpit of the Universe for anybody from Perth. She is, nonetheless, a very witty writer, in my opinion.

Add incisive. As my first counterblast against the Salmond heresy, I can do no better than quote (selectively) from her post on the death of Jimmy Reid who was a great man, albeit wrong.

‘By the 1970s the unions were arguably too institutionalized, and therefore in a decadent state. But they could still produce people like Jimmy Reid, and still by their constitutions be more of a participatory democracy than the country as a whole. By the 1980s they had been crushed by a grocer’s daughter – I shall not even name her. This was a turning point in the history of Scottish radicalism. As shipyards and mines and factories closed and working-class culture evaporated, there was a gradual shift away from the political left in Scotland and towards the petty separatism of the Scottish National Party. Before these days an ordinary working person from England could journey to Scotland and feel as though he or she was amongst friends, brothers, sisters to a large extent. By the time Mel Gibson, that meddling Australian, had made “Braveheart” any person with a trace of an English accent could expect naked abuse – yes, I have had it happen to me – and kilted, bluefaced Soccer fans could tramp through a station (on the way to a Scotland versus Lithuania match) chanting “We f*cking hate Eng-land, we f*king hate Eng-land, we f*cking hate Eng-land…” ‘

‘Say what you like about the rights and wrongs of the medieval Plantagenet Wars in Scotland, but Wallace was an ethnic cleanser who didn’t care if he slaughtered men, women, or children, and the Declaration was signed by a handful of Norman nobs who promised to fight to the last one hundred Scottish serfs (who had no say in the matter), and a significant number of those signatories were, within about a year, imprisoned for treason against Scotland! But it is from these that people who are ignorant of, say, the Weavers’ Revolt of the early 19c, or of the Battle of George Square just after WW1 when tanks were deployed against protesting working people, now draw their self-image and national myth. To my mind, my ancestral country has lost its way.’

It’s a start and one strand in the strong defence that we Unionists have to build against the torn-faced, wastes of space that are trying to destroy my country. Rotting in Hell is too good for them.

In my opinion.


9 responses to “‘Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country’

  1. Oh hold on there, Dundee can’t be all bad. It is, after the home of decent cake and The Beano.

    I am waiting patiently for a dog blog. I was out walking with two friends and three working cocker spaniels on Sunday close to the highest point in Gloucestershire but not quite close enough to Chelters to spot The Robins ground. 🙂

  2. Janh1, good evening and a Good New Year to you.

    Sorry, but there are only two good things ever to have come out of Dundee.

    The Dundee Road Bridge, James Wolfe of Canadian memory and Marie Marshall of this post.

    Three good things, The Dundee Road Bridge, James Wolfe, Marie Marshall and Keiller’s marmalade.

    Four good things. The Dundee Road Bridge, James Wolfe, Marie Marshall , Keiller’s marmalade and, to be fair, The Beano’. Never liked ‘The Dandy’. and Dundee cake is overrated, in my opinion,

    Dog blogs will follow, He is mainly a joy but we’re all still getting used to each other and I’m not speaking to him sometimes..

    Up the Robins. Joint top of the League!

  3. Joint top?! Goodness they are doing well. Weren’t they up in London recently being beaten by some well-paid posers? I seem to remember Capt Sensible frantically trying to find coverage on the car radio.

    I am grateful for your agreement over the Beano and I am happy to accept your other submissions. I never liked the Dandy much either. Dundee cake is decent but no more than that. It can, in fact, be a bit dry. It is as naught compared to the loveliness of the Clootie Dumpling smothered in custard.

    “Mainly a joy” is a very promising start 🙂

  4. Hello, John. I just dropped in by way of JW’s blog. He’s been laying low for a while. So, you are a Robin’s fan? I dallied briefy, in my youth, with a Robin’s player. Not an experience I care to recall in detail. My, the club has come a long way since I left the UK. Mind you, that was in 1979. I’m a born and bred Cheltonian. Transplanted to the USA, I pitched up a few miles from a little hamlet named…Cheltenham! Life is strange.

    I know little about the Scottish cessesion (if that’s the right word) except that there’s some muttering about not being able to keep the pound sterling. I shall have to pay more attention to the Daily Telegraph, my on-line news source. If it means I will have to pay more for my whisky, I’m agin it.

    • Hi.

      Yes, a Robins fan having been contaminated by a close personal friend who is Cheltenham daft. As a group, we manage at least one game a year as the Jock Robins, He manages a lot more than that being totally besotted.

      I see that JW is back in circulation. Always a joy!

      A Good New Year to you.

  5. I’m back.

    As you know I normally have a two week cut-off period after the bells for HNY greetings. Given that I’ve been busy elsewhere and seeing that we like the same tunes I have extended my wishes to the boundaries of three weeks for this year only.

    Happy New Year, John.

    • Haw, JW. Good of you to extend the deadline. A Good New Year to you and yours as well.

      Let’s not bother talking about football or cricket just at the moment?

      Except to say that Davie Weir was a good servant to both you and us. I wish him joy in his retirement.

  6. Greetings, JW. I didn’t have Mr Mackie down as a fellow Muse fan but that perhaps demonstrates I should keep an open mind on such subjects. 😉

  7. Greetings Jan, new Muse album expected at the end of the year. I don’t usually veer into cliche but bated breath comes to mind.

    Nice to see you visiting the other side of Scotland, Chris. A word to the wise. The trams are much better in Blackpool.

    And John. Completely agree with you on DW. What a professional.
    As for the cricket. Tried desperately to win the lottery (sometimes buying two tickets) so I could watch “our” team in Dubai. Glad my numbers didn’t come up now.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s