The End of the world real is not nigh, but just as we know IT.
The southern invasion of the SNP 50 newbies are getting used to the differences between our ‘wha’s like us’ mindset and the English at home where the stiff upper’s still have an upstairs and downstairs mentality. The OCD of segregation and the use of tradition to bolster IT in a changed world will only show the political mindset in Westminster still likes the pomp and circumstances to justify keeping up impractical and potentially harmful to the four nation’s use of out of date and function impaired systems that were developed for a different era with a Victorian mindset still in residence at IT’s conception. The segregated canteen was a shock to the no airs and graces pragmatic scot, so the papers tell us anyway. But IT looks like this is going to prove a little bit more than uncomfortable for the integration process for both sides. The Scot abroad will remember that the sum of the nations hopes (1,454,436) are resting on their shoulders. They survived the apprentice gags, ‘get yer own seat, aye sit over there nae body will mind’ and they did to the amusement of the press and the old guard..
The driver of the four nations vehicle to take us into the second decade of the first century of the third millennium, still needs a co driver for stops and filling up, map reading and calling out the hazards, there are now 50 eager hands at the wheel to make the pit stops easier and to get the changes done faster to make sure that the vehicle spends more time in motion than being serviced.
Nessie the great mythical beastie has taken to migrating in the summer to the emerald Isle and even further, we are assure that post cards are winging their way back home to show us to show us what a good time she is having, can’t wait for them really. The bell tolled on the 7th of May 2015 for the old form of Scottish politic of let the invader do as they like or they will just send in the army again, use legalised extortion practices, cut off self management and just letting ourselves be pushed around. Kill the local economy, restricting movement, land grabbing, bungs for their mates, I am sure this nation in the days to come will shed a tear for losing these territorial practices and sadistic ways as we come to terms that this nation has been bullied, subjugate, had its wealth stolen land stolen and now they still think that even with a smaller turnout percentage in their own land than here that they can still carry on as before. We are not masochist just the abducted nation getting liberated from an incarcerate’r chains from the empire builders that have historically shown a predilection towards the old world order left handed practices and would still like to lord IT over everyone in the new world, they don’t know when their time is over and obviously never herd the half time bell toll, or just dismissed in in their OCD grip of fear mindset, as they seem preoccupied with their traditional stance that if it works for you why change IT unless you have to, or are made to.
Exactly seven days after the event, IT is rumoured that the fat lady sang in a secret location in Glasgow, that the event was not advertised so that commercial enterprises could not tout the business. The location and guest list may have been kept select and quiet because IT was invite only, crashers need not even try. And then coincidentally seven days later the Lions roar was heard keening through the winds of the lands of the world heralding the arrival of the Scots on the playing fields of life. Taking their first tentative steps of freedom after their 300 year incarceration at the hands of the evil jailers of life and stealer’s of fun next door (boo, hisss, oh yes they are, whit dae yeh mean their behind me, where ah canny see thum, oh there thay ir, they are beneath us well on the map anyway, that’s the blue bit on the map unner the yelow brick road to the north of there), the infamous child catching invaders that like to lord IT over you, land grabbers of the old empire are now having to deal with the lowly common folk sitting at the high table of governance for the four nations of old Britain. Must stick in their craw eh!.
Then believe it or not after this set of incredible circumstances. It is also rumoured that yet again seven days later the Unicorn is said to have been unleashed at yet another secret location in the mythical land, and is currently off the radar rallying the nation in art song and rhyme. While catching up on lost time with her newly arrived mate who is reputed to have freed her in a surge of national pride from the young lions that roared. So just remember when booking a break in Brigadoon be like Cinderella fella and get hame before midnight, it will be back on the map fir only one day some time next week.
Meanwhile back in the land where time is while’d away in a mean fashion, the pied fifer is looking for payment and is threatening to take away the one billion youths if he is not given his demands, just as that one billion are feeling alive and getting ready to change the world into a better place for future, past and present generations, that are in Stockholm syndrome shock , displaying odd behaviour patterns of shuffling and mumbling (suppressed dancing and singing for joy maybe, well their generation are the most repressed) or just sounding incoherent and raving about their fears of doom and gloom and are still whiling away their time in occupational therapy called ‘work for your existence’ or pay the penalty.
OOps sorry just had a delusional sugar rush.
Some sugar rush eh, or is IT just sweet music tae yer ears. A modern day lullaby for the unwary, the dozy and the outright bumpkin bumbling fools of the old colonial mindset that think they are the rearguard of the advance of man in dominating a world by force instead of learning to live in harmony with the natural order and the natural state of man. That’s just the signs of the times folks have a great day. Ah will if you will.