The times, they are a changin’ A
re we living in End Times on the brink of Labourgeddon? Are
portents dark and ominous stalking the land like Jim Murphy doing his late night jogging thing? Has a plague of venomous forked tongued serpents been visited upon John Smith House, or was it just John McTernan and Blair McDougall going to work in the morning? Is the Labour party in Scotland about to witness the slaughter of its fi rst born, or at least its Westminster expenses claimants? It’s looking pret y likely. This is history in the making, and it’s being made to
the sound of Jim Murphy’s quiet desperation, John McTernan’s frantic spinning, and a hyperactive policy projectile vomiting that’s making the country sick.
The election is almost upon us. On May 8, the morning aſt er the night before, we will know if Labour have pulled back from the brink, or gone careering head fi rst over the precipice and smashed themselves on the fl oor of a deep and dark abyss from which they can never recover?
Personally I’m hoping for the second. Not that I’m bit er, Labour’s doing a sterling job at bit erness all by itself, and is being rewarded in plummeting polling fi gures. Perhaps Labour ought to stop campaigning altogether, they could hardly make things any worse for themselves. They have already excelled themselves during this campaign by achieving a historic low in an opinion poll. There is now no such thing as a safe Labour seat in Scotland, and predictions say the SNP could reduce Labour to a shrivelled withered rump - so it would be leſt looking a bit like George Foulkes then.
Will Labour have pulled back from the brink, or will they be careening head fi rst over the precipice and smashing themselves on the fl oor of a deep and dark abyss from which they can never recover?
30 May 2015
This election looks set to be historic and could spell the fi nal end of Labour domination of Scotland and the extinction of the Lib Dems. It’s not something anyone could have forecast in that sombre darkness during the early hours of the 19th of September when hope lay bruised and bleeding on George Square and the black clad carrion crows of the Union chorused what they thought was the death of a Scotland that dared to get above itself, that dared to think for itself, that dared to be diff erent.
That was then and this is now. Now Scotland has picked herself up, dusted herself off . This country took a long hard look at itself in the mirror last year and decided to give the Union one last chance. The big mistake that Labour and Lib Dems made was
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