The Anti Arty Farty Party …thoughts of an Ageing Hippy Highlander

The Deep Burning Fires of Freedom!

Saw this comment on an article in the Scotsman and it’s got to be a piss take, surely!

Apparently this dude calling himself Da Bear is worried about our civil rights as there was a scare that maybe the swords used for sword dancing were to be banned under new legislation. It’s so Brig-​a-​Doon it’s fantastic.

Umm… You folks are so screwed … Sorry for the American idiom, but why the heck do you allow your Scottish heritage, traditions and identity be tossed down the politically correct toilet of such governmental tyranny? I have read enough Scottish history to see the deep burning fires of freedom that seared your hearts for 600 years, and now… what.. soft mannered droids, dependent on the failed dreams of a Socialist workers paradise , entire generations without passion and soul? How can any Scotsmen or Scotswoman look at themselves in the mirror each morning and not be ashamed of their lack of basic freedoms? No guns, no knives, no protection from criminals, no free speech, no privacy, almost no property rights, and no possible redress of the Orwellian nightmares of immigration and nationalization.

Wake up and smell the falafel’s…I hate to spread the unvarnished truth, but you folks are so screwed!

Of course, everything he says is absolutely true, by heck!…

…it’s just the image of indignant rage that makes me laugh.

I fucking hate “Braveheart” Yanks and their stupid sentimentalised view of Scotland.

And of course we all know that the US is the “Land of the Brave…”, well for those that still survive.

FREEDOM!! (As long as you’re rich)

No, the way to Independence and away from the ‘failed dreams of a Socialist workers paradise’ is not through the ‘deep burning fires’ of passion but through the democratic process.

Scots have a more realistic view of themselves and I hope we’re now seeing that Independence IS an option.

Just make sure that when the election comes round that you keep the faith and vote SNP.