In the 3rd century BC, King Pyrrhus took part in a bloody and draining war against the Romans. After one battle, during which he lost all of his commanders and friends, he is reputed to have remarked ‘one more victory like this and we are lost’. As King James of Giffnock moves smoothly towards his new position as head of the minor royal House of SLAB, it is useful to remember the principles behind the story of that Greek aristocrat from Epirus.
What Pyrrhus realised is that some victories are gained at such cost, that it would have been better not to have had the battle at all. The Referendum is Labour’s Pyrrhic Victory. They won and they crowed, yet though the new cockerel is about to take his place on a diminishing dunghill, the days ahead are dark indeed.
The winning was achieved through an unholy alliance of all those who despise every principle Labour members used to hold dear. For that alone, the Labour Party will pay at their next battle in May. Led by the King of Giffnock, the now tattered and shrunken army will attempt to take on a rejuvenated and principled electorate, who actually have principles for which to fight. Here’s to the 52% and rising!
Yesterday’s Commons debate merely confirmed what all Yes voters knew already: the annoyance of the Scottish referendum is now over and we can be ignored again. You can gauge how important Scotland is to the denizens of the Palace of Westminster, by the amount of time given to our representatives. If Wings over Scotland is to be believed, and I have no reason to doubt that august e-publication, then we have taken up six minutes of our Britannic overlords’ time. So, even when we are able to argue against the unexpurgated mendacity of our rulers, they still have ways of silencing us or ignoring us. I noted that Unionist MPs were treated with a modicum of respect, whereas any utterance which seemed to be critical of the union was shouted down. I was not surprised.
Democracy is in danger, when the people believe that they are no longer being served by those whose job is supposed to be that of shining lights into dark corners and lifting stones that our masters would like to remain untouched. As it stands, at least 45% of us no longer believe anything that is said by the media, with one honourable, Sunday based exception. Beyond that, others are beginning to realise that they have been deceived. Our hope lies in their awakening. Our future depends on their growing anger. Our freedom must be assured by their unsettled will.
But how do we contact them? How do we befriend them? How do we persuade them to walk with us? The mainstream media stands between us and them: an implacable foe who will brook no interference. Like the Germans with the Maginot Line, attack is pointless. Like the Allies in 1944, faced with the same problem, sometimes leaving the enemy in their entrenched positions is the best solution. I, Field Marshal Gedboy, will now explain the first part of a two pronged assault. There are 1.6 million of us who can speak to those who took the wrong side – for an understandable reason. They were lied to. There are 1.6 million of us who constitute a mighty army – and we have refused to demobilize.
We cannot be stopped, pushed aside or suborned. Our weapons are our voices and they can never be taken from us. The mainstream media know this. The Daily Record has just suffered a 14.1% fall in its sales. This is the first intelligence report on the Unionist media’s death by a thousand cuts. A printed lie can be crushed by millions of calm conversations delivered by regiments of truth bearers. We are more powerful than anything Westminster and its stooges can range against us. It’s good to talk.
It has been claimed that Napoleon once said ‘never interrupt your enemy while he is in the process of making a mistake’. For those of us in the YES camp, it is time to be very, very quiet. In truth, it should not be difficult. The rise of UKIP is going to damage either the Conservatives, or Labour, or both. I am glad that I am not an English policy wonk trying to counsel my leaders on how to approach the General Election. Every decision they make will be fraught with a plethora of downsides. The show will be entertaining.
For the YES Alliance, many of the lies that the Better Together camp told, will now come back to punish them. I look forward to our enemies in both the red and blue Tories explaining how concentrating on driving back the alleged tide of immigrants and removing us from the EU will lead us to this land of milk and honey where John Bull waxes fat on the riches to be created by Middle England. Meanwhile, in the real world, our services will be cut in proportion to budget cuts in England.
On the subject of this benighted realm being full, I look at the desolate spaces left in Glasgow, where 550,000 citizens of our lost population used to live. A country with one third of the land mass of the UK and one tenth of the population does not share the fears of a group of people who are ready to rebuff whatever menace the media have imagined for them. A country which has had strong links to Europe for the best part of a millennium and sees the continent as a solution, rather than a problem, does not need to share in the psychoses of a population who think that everything malevolent lies in wait off the Strait of Dover.
The election is fascinating because it is impossible to call. If UKIP reach a certain voting threshold, they could go from one MP to a hundred. If the north continues its divorce from the party it once thought would protect it, then we might find that Mr Farage will get his wish in being the minister who negotiates the U.K.’s retreat from Europe. And then, my friends, the game will really be afoot.