The Clenched Fist Salute

Since I’ve adopted a “no more Mr. Nice Guy” approach, I have a request. It’s a congratu-circle of whoever is reading. Repeat after me: fuck Queen and Country…. fuck Queen and Country…. fuck Queen and Country…. Feel better? Good.

If there was a soundtrack to this blog post it would be either “Dance of the Knights” by Prokofiev or “Killing Moon” by Echo and the Bunnymen. You’ll need a musical soundtrack because there’s a few things we need to talk about.

First, you need to be a little less scared of demanding power back from the Brits. I mean this; you’re being just a bit nice. Political correctness has gone NUTS in this country. We’ve all learned to deal with every single one of our feelings except anger. Our country has gone to shit and we, apparently, don’t know what to do about it. Actually, that’s not entirely true. *I* know what to do about it, but apparently you don’t. Thus the explanation for the “reason for talkage” I hinted at earlier.

I know WHY you’re being reticent, I do. Thirty years since all that liberal hippy crap during the sixties have meant you’re not au fait anymore with being honest with your brothers and sisters. If you see a crying wean in the street, you don’t dry their tears, you cross the road so you don’t end up on some ‘register’ the government has invented that week. And maybe, aye, you’re a bit wary of feminist rights and what you can and can’t do. But here’s the problem: you sacrificed a lot of stuff on the altar of political correctness at the expense of honesty and THAT is not a good thing. You’ve turned into Bronwyn from Neighbours. You ARE that tartan shortbread tin. You’ve become the Plaid you wear. And that’s not who you are… It cannae be…

Stop being scared of you who are, and what you want. Tell the bastards in Whitehall that you WANT YOUR FUCKING COUNTRY BACK! Tell them that you are sick and tired of feral kids, high on drugs, policing the streets so that yer ain cannae get out to play like you did. Tell them that you don’t give a monkey’s testicle that the Auld Firm are playing that Saturday and no, whether you are a Catholic, Protestant, Atheist, Buddist, Jedi, Scientologist or Voodoo worshipper this WILL NOT IMPACT ON YOUR CHOICE OF FOOTBALL TEAM!

And I know that the voting form is about a foot long, and possibly has every weirdo loser on the planet under it, but there must be someone to vote for on it. Alyson (friend of mine) and I have had this conversation where she refuses to vote, because there is no-one to vote for. Hmm. None of the NINETEEN candidates at the last election floated her boat. Not one melted her butter (one of my bloggerinos just recognised that I nicked their expression… and yes I still want to talk… Email me…) I find it hard to believe that in the authentically boring Liberal Democracy we currently live in, so many normal human beings have such unapproachably high standards regarding their elected officials. Are they saying; “Well, yes I agree with John Mason on just about everything, but ma Da votit Labour aw his life, and that policy yon SNP huv on Abortion… that’s wan step too far inmaopinion.” I replied to this ‘real world’ scenario by pointing out: “Er… the SNP don’t HOLD the opinion you inferred. You are ‘officially’ talking crap.” “Aye. But they WOULD… WOULDN’T THEY?!?” I informed the person concerned of their upgrade (on my list) to Moron Status, and fortunately we haven’t spoken again. I just cleansed my social circle in one walk away. I feel better now…

Let’s think for a second about what we HAVE done and what we CAN achieve through militancy. This, of course, is if we regarded electioneering (see you in Glasgow East, by the way…) as one front, and ‘other’ methods as being addition operations for the sake of persuading the government of other things.

Activists like you opposed Nuclear Dumping in Glen Etive and brought the hell of Gruinard to the public imagination through Operation Dark Harvest. You changed Scotland for the better, once. You gave your successors a better country. Well done you! With Glen Etive you successfully opposed Nuclear Dumping in that area. With Operation Dark Harvest ‘the man’ had polluted an Island of Scotland, and then decided not to give a crap about the consequences. YOU made them give a crap about the consequences. Read what TIME magazine had to say about that: http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,922652,00.html

It’s because of stories like the one I previously mentioned that I’m getting slightly tired of stubbing cigarettes on the gravelands of dead Jacobites. I’ve done most commemorations at one time or another. I don’t HAVE to earn stripes for commemorations; I probably helped make the bloody stripes. We need to get out there and organise something, somewhere, somewhen. Something that will get us just that bit closer to a free Scotland, and I don’t even care if you’re a Jacobite or Republican reading this. For all I care you’re a faction within the ‘Pink Hippo Free Scotland Alliance’ and want to fill an Independent Scotland with Sanctuaries for Pink Hippos. If you’re a Jacobite or Republican just DO SOMETHING. Plot to either overthrow or install a monarch. Just GET SOMETHING DONE!

Now, Iain Hamilton QC had a blog. And it was good. He posted effectively and intelligently. This was, of course, until one day when he decided to stop posting. His explanation for this was bullshit. He did not, as I am usually wanting to demand of my heroes, to speak from the fucking heart. He stopped blogging because “independence is inevitable”. Och… Come on Iain… But he WAS one of my heroes. Show me and everyone else SOME respect with comments like that. If he found that he’d done what he’d intended to do and found that he didn’t have the time anymore, just tell me! I’m an adult, I can cope with normality! I’ve been doing it for years! Don’t molly-coddle me like I’m some kind of special-needs project that can’t think for myself! Show me a little respect! What Iain did was to ‘leave a job hauf done!’ He got bored, came up with a crappy excuse for stopping and expected the rest of us just to accept this waste of text. No. No. No. It’s not good enough, he NEEDS to do better. If that means a better excuse, then fine. If that means the Daily Retard doesn’t have a decent story, then fuck them. I want MY heroes to SPEAK FROM THE HEART. On the basis of his worthless reason for ending his blog I’ve decide to suspend his ‘hero’ status on this blog for one month. For one month, he will no longer be a “hero” but will be downgraded one notch to “you fucker!”

I feel the need to make two predictions: one, the SNP will lose Glasgow East but increase their vote-share sufficiently to endanger Gordon Brown’s job. Two, the SNP’s flagship Local Income Tax is doomed to failure.

On Glasgow East, I should say that the reason for the failure will purely be because of the strength of the Labour Vote. There are morons out there who will vote Labour just because granddad John votit Labour way back when. It’s not even a thinking process. Bear in mind, this is a cadre of people who worship Celtic and Rangers thoughtlessly. As far as I’m concerned, they’ve bowed at the altar of capitalist sponsorship. They might as well be saying: “Stagecoach ROCKS!” “Go Coca Cola!” or “Fuck Coca Cola, PEPSI IS THE BEST!” Glasgow Celtic aren’t a bunch of fenian bastards, they’re a BRAND NAME! There are stocks and shares you can buy… YOU CAN INVEST IN CELTIC. Trust me, if you can invest in your favourite thing, it’s a fucking capitalist investment, it’s NOT a way of life. If you subscribe to that: fuck you. Get the hell off my blog, sort your life out and work out what really matters in life. In fact, I’ll go further: quit wasting all of our times and JUST KILL YOURSELF. Cleanse the gene pool of your worthless contribution to our society. No… really. I’m not joking now. KILL YOURSELF. I bet you’re thinking: “Kenny’s being really ironic now.”

Back to the topic at hand, though. I mentioned the whole “Local Income Tax” and how it was doomed to failure. Sorry, but it is. Its fantasy based upon a fabrication. Yes, making the Tax fairer is a good thing, but the problem is that it taxes individuals. That means that when the policy comes up officially (which it hasn’t) the Labour Party can invoke the “Poll Tax Obfuscation” tactic. At which point we all lose. Aye, the SNP are for it. Aye, the Lib-dems can be persuaded, but if you invoke the Poll Tax Tactic in Central Scotland, you are fucked. End of conversation, by the way. You can invoke the skills of your favourite accountant all you like, but if some bastard invokes the Poll Tax argument, then your position is so completely compromised that you’re as well turning on your favourite porno and wanking to your heart’s content, because there’s bugger all else to do THAT evening.

I also do childrens’ parties…

If we want a ‘positive’ position on things, where do we go? Do we read the Daily Record? Hell no. It’s far too interested in Paul Ferris for any really interesting politics. Nope, can’t go there. What about the Quality press? The Hootsmon or the Herald? Nope, cannae go there either: they’re all either British Cheerleaders, complete with silk uniforms and converse trainers (just like Doctor Who). If you want positive articles about the SNP… you have to read English Newspapers…

I’ve broken paragraph so that you’ve a chance to pick yourself up off the floor, get yourself an Irn Bru and sat back down at the PC. Yep… If you want impartial debate about the SNP you have to go to England. Read these three links and browse back so we can have a chat:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/feedarticle/7648498

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/struggle-for-survival-in-labour-heartland-865816.html

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/politics/article4322703.ece

Interesting, neither Alex nor Nicola acquire demagogue status in ANY of these articles. Alex appears quite charming and just a bit Machiavellian, in fact. I would even go so far as to say that the SNP is being portrayed in a reasonably positive light. Is the problem the Britjock Press? Could it be that the standards we hold for our journalists aren’t high enough? YES OF COURSE IT IS! Stop being moronic and face facts: your journalists are lying to you. The objective for the Britjock press involves getting high-paid jobs in London as columnists or TV celebrities. To get those jobs they have to be MORE British than their counterparts down south.

They do this by BAITING you. Why do you think Martell Maxwell is so interested in the non-entities in Big Brother house? Why ELSE do you think Gorgeous George pretends to hates Nationalists so much? Why ELSE do you think Rikki Brown has to try SO hard to be SO pathetic when he’s trying to bait nationalists? These idiots aren’t even worthy of a slot on loose women never mind calling themselves Scottish Commentators. And don’t get me started on Robin Fucking Galloway. Stop being moronic and call these idiots for what they are: britjock cronies more interested in their careers than their jobs.

When these non-entities bleat, we buy it and accept what they have to say until truly analyse their comments. We spend time fighting the rotting corpse of our true history, and the neglect of Historic Scotland or the National Trust by standing in cold fields stubbing cigarettes onto the corpses of dead Jacobites and I’m starting to wonder: Is this right? I mean… I know all about what happened at Glencoe and I’ve been preaching the same dead message since 1999. Have any of those rallies made a difference? No. They haven’t. I’ve a NEW strategy, and those are publicly available history nights, when we get an occasion to get normal people along to hear some history, and that’ll be cool. We’ll meet, we’ll talk about stuff and everyone will go home informed. The problem with rallies is that we assume that the places we solemnly appear at are the only places with history in them. On a long enough time-line; which Scotland has, 2000 years means that every field has dead patriots in them. Another drinking club meeting isn’t the answer.

What is more damaging is continuing to allow our enemies, the revisionists, to continue to have a monopoly on Scottish history. Commemorations shouldn’t be the only method to fighting unionist injustice. We all know the Campbell’s weren’t to blame for Glencoe, so why allow the Unionists to paint THAT picture on THAT shortbread tin? Let’s get out there AND TELL PEOPLE! I’m arranging a history night for things like this. More info as and when… Contact me if you want to know more.