Monday, 1 January 2018

This new year, same as the last ...

A guid New Year tae ane an aa, anither year, fu aa muckle thochts fir a braw Scotia to be, yit ane thit'll see fair fa' mair aa thon "aye bit maybees" whit huds ilka fowk frae daeing bugger aa tae alter aucht. Scots ir tae usit tae takin the hind teat, tae solt thit being doon an inferior is whit Scots ir, tae usit tae thochts thit the Englis ir mair smairt an braw thin oorsels an we cannae dae aucht ir we'll jist makit a muckle stramash, a whamjambamfrae o a stoor, a gowden midden if ye sae wishit. Even thi Scotis we use aa an every dae is jist a puir relation tae Englis, jist fir thi ignorant and thon fowks twa slices short o a fu loaf - or romantics sic as ma guidsel wha wishit tae return tae its former glory aboon thi wurld o thi airts an na jist lurking doon som wee snikket ir vennel lik ane junkie aftir a fix ir some 'done. Aa thon fowk whit hae a gander doon thir sneb at Scotis fair makit me wishit tae bouk all iver thir sleekit claes whilst thon linkit airms an gie voice tae "Lang syne" with nae a dockie aboot whit it is sayin. Thon fowk widnae ken a whit "guid williewaucht" wis if it wis poorit ower thir ane heids.

Whin it cames tae makin a muckle shit heap aa Scotland us Scots - sae lang in thi thrall o Westminster - dae a guid job wi oot mickle meddlin frae ony ithers as we hud tae whit the Westminster media blasts in oor lugs ir stuff oor moo's wi is bein gospel. Wir still jist a parcel o rogues ca'd a nation, a nation whit canne wipe thir ane muckle erses wi oot Lununn's say so, efter aa thits whit the BBC is aye tellin us.

Yit fir maist o thi time ca'd the Dark an then Middles ages Scotia wis pairt of a complex system o trade aa arount the North Sea in thi EU o the day; frae Fance tae Norway, frae Iceland tae St Petersburg. It wisnae jist stuff whit the Scots traded bit ideas, fashions an inventions tae Lubeck ir Bergen ir thon muckle cities aa riches lik Bruges ir Antwerp. Dae ye ken whit brocht thon tae an end? Whit brocht Scotia doon tae it hunkers? Wis it stupit bankers? Wis it haen nae products tae trade thit ithers wantit? Wis it thon bogeyman ca'd Darien?

Bit Bruges importit Scottis coal, hides, salmon, wid an muckle mair as did Antwerp ir Amsterdam ir Lubek ir Bergen.

Whit wreckit Scotia's trade wis the 1707 Union whit pit us on the wrang side o Europe an killit oor trade stane deid alang wi ir Ald Alliance wi France as the French an Englis wir it war wi each ither aa ower Europe an the seas. Sae ye see, naethin haes changit ower aa thon years o Union, the Englis ir still seekin tae kill Scotia's trade wi Europe aa ower agin fir much thi sam reason is awaes - tae keep us Scots in oor place whilst leeching us o aa oor wurldly guids an fowk, as they hiv fir mair thin three hunnert year.

"Here's tae the Union" means here's tae poverty fir Scotia wi ilka few da'en weel oot o it aa. Thits whit "Scotland in Union" an aa its splinters an fechtin ir aboot, thir ane pooches na whits guid fir Scotia. Bocht and soldit fir Englis gowd, gowd whit thon Englis vagabonds, scramshankers an ne'r dae weels hae wrassled fae Scotland in thi furst place. Thin thon toffee snebed fowk arount thon "Hame Coonties" tells us aa thit we Scots ir the scroungers, ye couldna makit up; is thi Englis Government and thir hingers on wrauchkle mair and mair o oor Scottis gowd an siller intae thir aff shore islands whir it lingers aa alane daen nae guid for onybody in Scotland, minging o shite an hypocrasy.

If aa this disnae makit ye intae a rage, makit ye tae git up aff yer arses, tae tak Scotia back frae the fowk wha ir wrauchling aa oor pockets fir oor ane bawbees an pennies tae tart up thir fine hooses, thin aa am sayin is this, ee'n afore a talkit aboot thi forced poverty thon Englis Government is pitting on thse British Islands, the corpses thir it makin on a daily basis, the fowk whit ir hivin tae beg fir a bittie bried fir thir bairns, a fire tae keepit them warm ir ee'n a roofie o'er thir heids - forgit it bein' a Guid New Year, Bliadnah Math Ur ... ir whit ever it is yer tellin yersel', if yae dae bugger aa tae change it, this year is jist going tae be the same as the last ... a disaster wi ee'n mair fowk in Scotia loused.