HAPPY NEW
YEAR

This is the first Flag for what should be the most momentous year in Scotland’s
history, and we wish all readers a Happy New Year, and success for our aim of
restoring Independence to Scotland.
Not a great deal, yet again, as I
will be taking some time off over this festive season, girding the loins for the
struggle.
CONFLICTING FIGURES
Over the past few weeks there have been conflicting reports in
the press over taxation, local and national, analysis of reports, billions of
pounds this way and that way, oil for 30 years, or a dwindling resource, and the
price is going up, or down, the Scots are subsidy junkies, or too inept to run
our country, and many other smoke and mirror allegations.
The first
letter I ever had published in the Scotsman, and this may have been before I
joined the SNP, was in response to the subsidy canard. It started : “Dear Mr
English taxpayer……” and continued to thank him for his benevolence in paying
all these extra taxes to keep me feeding and clothing my family. The Scotsman,
being a bit more nationalistic over 40 years ago than it has been of late, put
it in a box, because it was lampooning the ludicrous claim that someone else was
paying my bills.
I have always been totally convinced of the viability of
Scotland, and I could never accept that this country was incapable of behaving
as other small European countries and prospering. When I joined the SNP oil had
not been discovered, and when it was made public all that it did in my mind was
move the timetable of prosperity forward; what might have taken 5 years to
achieve could be done in 1.
Here are some simple points :
Scotland produces more food than we can eat; we can produce
even more and the world needs food.
Scotland is a net exporter of energy; no other country in the
world has the energy resources we have – coal, oil, gas, hydro electricity,
wind and wave power.
Scotland has a vast reserve of water.
Scotland has a skilled and inventive population; the world
would grind to a halt without Scottish inventions.
Taken all of these as read, it is downright silly to pontificate
that Scotland would be a basket case, and if somehow we are a basket case at
present, what recommendation is that for the inefficient London government that
has mismanaged our economy on such a massive scale? Or if you wonder at their
general incompetence, just consider the undernoted, as one aspect :
The following quote
is attributed to Aneurin Bevan, although some sources say Ernest Bevin; it is
dated 18th May 1945.
"This island is almost made of coal and surrounded by fish.
Only an organising genius could produce a shortage of coal and fish in Great
Britain at the same time."
PLAGIARISM PUBLICISED
As political news
is a bit sparse this week, I have decided to reproduce "Inside England Today"
which was also entitled "A Day in the Life of an Englishman", and was actually
yesterday, or even the day before. Who wrote this originally, I do not know, but
I pinched it and published it in the Peterhead Branch SNP Newsletter - in
September 1967, and Yes, I know I recycled it in the Flag five years ago.
Discerning readers
- that is all of you - will easily spot that it is somewhat dated, for instance
your Englishman in 2007 would not be allowed to smoke on a bus, even if he could
get a bus!
A bit lighthearted
fun, certainly dated, even in 1967, but a few points worth noting; and if you
think it a bit passé to be talking about 1967, just think of how often we have
heard about England’s World Cup win in 1966, with no discernible benefits to the
human race.
INSIDE ENGLAND
TODAY
This is a time for
national pride and this week we are giving ourselves a pat on the back, by
depicting a day in the life of an Englishman.
He rises in the
morning and has a typical English breakfast of toast and marmalade (invented by
Mrs Keiller of Dundee). He slips on his national costume, a soiled raincoat
(patented by Charles Macintosh, a Glasgow chemist) and walks over the Kirkcaldy
linoleum in his hall out into an English lane (surfaced by John Macadam of Ayr).
He climbs aboard an
English bus (which runs on pneumatic tyres invented by John Dunlop of Dreghorn),
and on the way to the station he lights an English cigarette (first manufactured
by Robert Gloag of Perth).
The English train
which takes him up to Town works on a principle devised by James Watt of
Greenock.
At the office he
opens the mail (the adhesive stamp was invented by Chalmers of Dundee) answers
the telephone (invented by Alexander Graham Bell) even answers his boss (sure to
be another Scot).
In the evening, his
wife is preparing his national dish - the roast beef of Old England (Buchan
beef). He feels very patriotic, and whistle "Ye Mariners of England" (by Thomas
Campbell of Glasgow) for roast beef is one of the revered institutions (like the
Crown which has rested on a Scottish head since 1603).
After dinner there
follows a scene of typical English domestic bliss. Young Albert goes off to the
Boys Brigade (founded by Sir William Smith in Glasgow). Young Ted goes out to
the Scouts (the present Chief Scout is Sir Hector McLean of Duart) while little
Ethel plays on her bicycle (invented by Kirkpatrick Macmillan, a Dumfriesshire
blacksmith). Mum is in the kitchen steeping the wash in bleach (a Scottish
invention) while Dad watches Television (invented by John Logie Baird of
Helensburgh).
After the kids come
home Dad supervises the homework. The maths jotters will be full of logarithms
(invented by John Napier of Edinburgh). The English course is stuffed with books
like "Treasure Island" (Robert Louis Stevenson) and Robinson Crusoe (based on
the life of Alexander Selkirk of Largo). He may even discover that the Flower of
English Chivalry, King Arthur, was a Scotsman, as were all his knights, and the
English history book will dwell on political economy (fathered by Adam Smith of
Glasgow).
To get away from
the Scots, Dad will pick up the Bible, but the first name is that of a Scot
(James VI, who authorised the translation).
If he takes to
drink, we supply the best in the world. If he tries to put his head in the oven, coal gas was discovered by William Murdoch of Ayrshire. So he takes a
breech loading
rifle
and tries to blow his brains out (the breech loading was invented by a Scot).
Anyway, if he
survives they’ll put him on a table and pump him full of penicillin (discovered
by Sir Andrew Fleming of Darvel) give him an anaesthetic (by courtesy of Sir
James Young Simpson of Bathgate) and perform an operation (antiseptic surgery
was pioneered at Glasgow Infirmary).
The first thing he
would hear on awakening would be the voice of the Scottish surgeon telling him
he was as safe as the Bank of England (founded by William Paterson of Dumfries).
His only hope is that he would receive a few
pints of good Scots blood and thus claim kinship with the race, or else emigrate
and join them.