Modernising Scotland - a new politic?

According to independent research the SNP are the only social democratic party currently active within Scottish politics. Canadian research places New Labour, the Libdems and the Tories as right of centre parties with not that much between the Tories and Labour. The research also indicates New Labour is more authoritarian than either of the other two right of centre parties in Scotland. The only parties to the left of the SNP, currently, are the Greens and the Scottish Socialists.

In terms of UK politics - we have seen the creation of a two party state whose differences are minimal and similarities huge. The next UK election will see the end of the LibDems as a credible party.

The problem is this model does not work in Scotland where we have a clear choice between a left of centre social democratic party, in the SNP, and a right of centre party, in New Labour. Given the innate conservatism of the Scottish electorate we see the extremes being squeezed: on the left the Greens and SSP, on the right the Tories and Libdems.

The identification of this dynamic is the one we need to look at in the modernisation of Scotland's politics and 'establishment'. Fundamentally the SNP are seen to be driving the modernisation process while New Labour are acting as a right wing reactionary party seeking to retain the status quo, as the only way they can see of 'holding onto power for power's sake'. This is epitomised in their authoritarian stance which presents in Holyrood as opposition to the SNP at every turn. Modernisation in Scotland is happening but is not being lead by political nerds or party politics it is being informed by the wishes of the Scottish people.

The SNP are not 'leading' or 'driving' a thing, they are just cannily riding the wave, using its energy to achieve their goals. On any occasion they have tried to get ahead of the wave, they have been wiped out. Labour in Scotland still think they can stop the wave by some reactionary King Cnut style gesture and that is their weakness. This weakness was identified by Micheal Ignatieff in a BBC interview in which he suggested New Labour could well be washed away for good when Scotland becomes independent.

The debate in Scotland is increasingly about people lead politics and not party politics, as Lesley Riddoch identified yesterday in an article for Newsnet Scotland. The real discussion on Scotland's future, in or outside of the UK, is not happening in the traditional political arenas and media it is happening outside, in public, where the UK right wing parties have no control and no apparent ability to listen.

If we wish to modernise Scotland (and an increasing majority of the Scots electorate do), we, the people will make it happen. The Scottish Tories are increasingly waking up to this reality, turning against Cameron's gal at Holyrood, leaving her increasingly isolated. In McLeish and Chisholm New Labour have two who see the way the wind is blowing but are voiceless within their own party.

There are still 100 weeks left for the centre right parties to espouse their view of a modern Scotland, yet their silence is deafening.

Twa Corbies - a new view.(draft 2)

1

As a wis waulkin aa a lane,

I heard twa corbies makin a main,

The yin until the tither did say,

Whar sall we gang an dine the day.

The sea wis white an foamin at the mou as oor ship pumlt its way

E'er sou towards Malvinas' lands; whilst I tak a donnert round the deck

Thinking lang o' Scotia's charms, an quhit ra' morrow micht bring.

The deck's rise and fa makin drunkard's of us aa

As staggert we round takin oor ease, a fag, a blether ir jist oor thochts.

As I staund aginst the rail, thinkin through ma job and plans

I caught the wurds a twae Airbourne's, talkin abit quhit micht well be

When sent ashore tae San Carlos Bay and whether Argies their skins will rake.

Yet they twae were alsa fou of quhit thir wid be daein

Tae ony Argies stupid 'nough tae git thir person's in thir way o' arms an man.

Bit bravado disnae hud fir lang when thochts of wounds and death arise

An' soon they whistle a different tune o' life an' families an girls they've screwed.

They ponder aye there given fate, thir Rupert's blaw an chaff an if he'll get them kilt ir naw.

He's affy young the older says, wull he stay when danger looms -

Missing thit thir Rupert' wis jist ages wi them.

The ship's pipe o darken ship has them flick their doubts awa

Intae the Atlantic's southern sea, the glowin ends drift aft til seen nae mair.

I thocht o quhit ma briefing said o' casualties an' conditions ashore

An if ma men were thinking if thir Rupert wid cope or fa' awa -

Tae tell the truth I wisnae sure masel, aa new the bluid wis nae big deal

As surgery I'd seen an done but at ma leisure and naw in trench ir under fire

Nor under pressure o' yellin men in fear o' death.

I wannert forward tae abaft the bridge and takin in the last o' light,

Went in and dogged the door doon ticht tae shut oot quhit the morrow wid bring.

Tae the cabin shared with thrie, tae check ma pack an webbing an aw.

Ma mental check list went thru agin and last E'ens jokes were far an' few

Though tichtly packed, oor silence left us aa alane, as tae ir thochts we turned a new

An hope that sleep wid win us o'er afore Z hour an' D-day hud us by

The scruffs o' oor collective necks.

2

In behint yon auld fail dyke,

I wat thir lies a new slain knight,

Naebudy kens thit he lie's there,

Bit his hawk, his hound and his lady fair.

We landit o'er by Ajax Bay whaur lies an auld meat process plant.

We thocht it most suitable that it wis where we'd set up camp,

Tae process meat in our ane way bit hoped it wid be mair success

Than the Falkland's Meat Company hud clearly been.

O'er back the engineers began tae dig a pit fir those

Fir whom oor ministrations were tae late ir failed at thir last gasp fir life,

Whilst settin up tae dae ir bit fir life o'er death.

It wisnae lang till things got hot an Argie planes came roaring by

Droppin bombs on those who still were all at sea within the bay.

I keeked oot o'er ma slit trench’s brow an' watched the plash of bombs that missed.

Whilst o'er head the rounds cracked by as tracer drifted aa o'er the shop

An’ missiles took thir errant flight chasin efter Sky Hawks' weaving tails.

Tae ma left a round went home and left a ball of glowing sun

Jist where a Sky Hawk once had been.

Then where I couldna see a plume o smoke came up behint by Fanning Heid

Whaur casualties were piling up on Ardent's flaming decks.

The Junglies went aff tae help an wi them went ir boss

Sae we wir left, tae ready irsel's tae stert the weeks o' ravaged flesh

Wha'd needs ir skill and empathy tae see them thru thir ordeal

Thru' fire an steel an sichts thit nae man shud ever see

O freends blootered aa tae bits or dein in thir airms.

Sae in they came, as Junglies clattered tae a halt disgorging hault an lame

Intae oor triage space an then oor ain pain thir began.

Tae choose wha wid be saved and wha wid go past an maybe later seen

When we wir nae sae fu' and hud the time to join them up agin.

St Peter hus it easy at his ane pearly gates fir thir aa dead

Wha afore him come fir judgment and a place within his heaven -

We'd nae sic a luxury as thit.

3

His hawk is tae the huntin' gane,

His dug tae fetch the wild fowl hame,

His wife has tae'n an ither mate,

Sae we kin mak ir dinner sweet.

As I sat safe, nae in herms way - weel no countin twae bombs that bounced ane day

An tae our relief didnae dae thir duty tae explode – whilst countin chickens yet tae be hatched.

I got the call tae get ma kit an forrit gang, replace a freend whose eyes had seen

Ae sicht of slaughter tae much tae delve, wha’s mind hud gone tae mince.

Sae tae a Junglie I now went forth and clattered ower the Falkland’s moss

Tae the gun line, placed a bit a back frae whir ma job’ll tak me next

An Shank’s pony did the trick, the last five clicks.

Nae much time tae settle in as at the ‘O’ group it wis clear, a nicht attack wis gangin in

As soon as darkness’ cover came; sae tae oor places at the rush and mak it ready wis the geme.

Wi radio checks, weapon’s checks an tae our RAP tae check oor place wis pit ae richt.

Then hunker doon tae silence, wi nae lichts tae show till the attack went in an things got live.

The silent hiss was aa oor sparks could hear, mair noise thon we had pit the gither.

Then in tae air a bricht licht hissed that lit oor world wi shadows dark

Whaur aa hell wid noo brak oot an deafen us tae boot.

Then in they cam screaming, silent an moaning men; scissors removed their sodger state

Turning them back tae men: casualties and war’s flotsam fir us to dae wi as we wid.

Stabilising those we could wi drips, drugs an pressure pads whilst clipping off extremities

Hud only by a piece o’ skin an gristle or pickin oot bits o’ phosphorous still burnin lang

Efter  wounding shud hae endit. Huddin wee Argie boys greetin ‘Madre, madre’ –

Tae die unshriven by cruel religious cant, quhit sent them purgatory wards for aye,

Whilst they hud no eve’n lived nor sinned ir seen eighteen years o’ age.

When livin are aa gang awa, tae Teal or Ajax, then we still hae work tae dae.

The tallie o the died is ta’en - oors an thirs - an steps tae ken who they aa are.

Thir aa mither’s sons noo - aa the same - thirs nae sides to be hud in death’s cauld grip.

We bag an tag those we ken an write oor form that lists them ‘glorious deid’ – aye richt!

Thirs nae muckle glory haein nae heid ir hert an lungs aa shot awa,

Ir grave thit spiels, ‘Wee Argentine lad known only unto god kens who’,

An a mither wha’s grief is unassuaged by sic platitudes.

4

I’ll perch on his white hause bane,

An I sal pluck oot his bony blue een,

While wi ae lock o his gowden hair,

We’ll theek our nest fir ev’r mair.

We burrit some an ithers hameward sent tae families wham wanted thir ane lament.

Oor minds we burrit intae drink tae hide oorsel’s awa fram quhit we’d done;

Whilst comatose cam the state that guarded us fram pain, life an deid men’s een.

We carrit oan as if we hud nae seen ir felt at all those weeks o’ hell an strife;

Yet inward turn’d oor anger’s warmth and wrapped it tight within oorsel’s

Sae nae ane chink wid let it oot, case we’d be split in twae, oor brains smoored aa about.

They ca’ it PTSD but fir us wis normality.

The years caw bye and still you cope and hide awa the hatred o yersel ye feel

Fir living when yer friends are deid an have’ny wife or kids tae carrit forward

The folk you’d kenned tae generations yet tae come. Self pity wears yer armour doon

An age maks free wi yer ane strength that’s hid for lang syne troubled thochts.

Its then thon auld enemy PTSD has its day, it taks yer manhood and yer mind

Tae dark, dark places where nightmares live an bogeymen abound.

A bairn ye are aince mair.

The Falkand’s wounded still ir sair, their heids tae mince an marrit nae mair

Fir that guid wimen wha’s yer wife has taen her last cuff an wants nae mair

Efter years o dog’s abuse. She’s noo as wounded as her man, her peace is shattered,

Her luv worn thin as seek she is o’ her man’s decline intae himself, thit shut her oot.

So that wee war o Maggie’s need, tae save her skin, is killin yet aa this time on.

Aa he’s noo left is quhit tae dae wi quhit is left o his ane life and quhit its worth?

Tae dee ir na tae dee, thit is his question?

An thir twa cantlin corbies, still, are makin a main o’er yon Falkland Malvina wastes.

How mony mair will it tak until they’ve enough behint yon auld fail dyke

Tae nae mair worrit aboot, hae they enough tae theek thir nests fir evir mair?

The greed o’ politicians kens nae bounds when in thir troughs thir snebs are stuck.

Advantage being thir only truck, patronage thir gilt an sway whilst men an wimen

Wha they send in herms way, to feed thir purse, jist become pert o’ thir national debt

Which niver tae be repaid in this wurld ir the next.

The Queens Keech....

I can not be the only person who bothered to actually read the 'Queen's Keech' to Westminster, yesterday, and was left with the strong impression of how empty and meaningless most it was and how it held up a mirror and clearly reflected back the politics of Westminster.

The only sensible comment came from the veteran republican, Dennis Skinner, "Jubilee year, double dip recession, what a start." In turn this brought forth the usual platitudinous anger from the 'serious' politicians who were happy to ignore threats of physical violence to minority MP's, sexism from Cameron, continuing fraudulent expense claims by MPs and lies from any Minister of the current and past governments you care to mention.

According to Cameron this 'Queen's Keech' was about the Tory vision to rebuild 'Britain' - while continuing to fundamentally ignore the core problems that are breaking up the current parliamentary union.

How is this going to 'rebuild Britain' when there is no acceptance or recognition that both the Scots and Welsh are moving further and further away from 'Cameron's vision of Britain' and increasingly looking to break away?
The 'Big Society' is a smoke screen to hide neo-liberal privatisation of public services in England and cuts to the NHS and Welfare by the back door.

If Cameron was serious about 'rebuilding Britain' he would be talking about a bill to bring forward an English Parliament (including the House of Lards) and a restructuring of the UK Parliament to a confederal status or even a Council of the British Isles and including Eire.

That no one in Labour or the Tories in Westminster is addressing this fundamental democratic deficit in England suggests for all Cameron and Milliband's 'puff and blaw' they accept the SNP have won the independence referendum before it happens and are already scrapping over the remaining carcase of what will be left.

Is that now how the two main Westminster parties now see England - as dead meat to be squabbled over?

Greece has gone to Iceland

Stupid, silly little Iceland told the bankers where they could put their 'its a disaster for you unless you bail us out' plan and told the banks they are companies limited by guarantee, run for the benefit of private investors so their private investors should pay for their losses.

The banking cartels and the 'markets' took the huff  and as they saw it 'punished' Iceland. Yet four years down the line Iceland has not disappeared, nor are their people living in caves in fact the country is well on the way to recovery and indicted the prime minister who wanted to do what the banks said under Icelandic criminal law.

Strangely a country is about its people and not its banks, something economic pundits constantly forget and the UK's political pundits in their Westminster bubble forgot a long time ago.

In Scotland we now have a SNP/Labour coalition running the capital. In Glasgow Labour were 'saved' by disaffected Tory and Libdem voters yet the SNP ended with an increased vote share in Glasgow and more councillors.

The people in Scotland are not dissimilar to the people of Greece in they too are rejecting the democratic dictatorship that is the EU (in the Greeks case) and Westminster (in Scotland's case) for much the same reasons as the people of Iceland told the banks where they could stuff their 'bail out'.

The problem for the Western world's establishment is that if Greece follows Iceland and tell the banks to stuff it where the sun does not shine; they are screwed as the house of cards called the stock market and banking system collapses as more and more countries do an Iceland. Out of the dust clouds a different Europe will arise, probably not one the oligarchs will like but one that once agan will be about people and that can not be a bad thing.