Mohamad Sarwar, ex-Glasgow Central
Douglas Alexander, Paisley & Renfrewshire South
Margaret Curran, Glasgow Govan OF KEIR HARDIE
brethren at the party’s Scotish branch office (and it will always be the branch office, no mater if they call themselves the Self Governing, Sovereign, Autonomous, Self Determining Scotish Labour Party). They look always southwards.
Nor have their (slightly pinkish) political beters in England, to whom Scotland has always been a puzzlement, truly cotoned on to the fact that the pipsqueak parliament that was to look aſter the drains and the sewers and drinks laws and all that important, but minor stuff, has actually come of age. By and large, Labour’s English MPs have been remarkably slow on the uptake.
So let us raise a loud Hurrah for Holyrood. It will soon be the cradle of democracy and a free Scotland and we can forget all that piffle foisted on us about Donald Dewar being the Father of the Nation (he it was, remember, who said that an independent Scotland would be like Albania, or it may have been Bangladesh, while hiding up his sleeve the 1974 McCrone Report which stated that, as an independent country, we would be as rich as King Midas, or at least Switzerland, because of the oil boom). Father of the Nation? In a
It will always be the branch office, no matter if they call themselves the Self Governing, Sovereign, Autonomous, Self Determining Scottish Labour Party.
Which brings us to the second deep truth: it has always been Scotish Labour which has betrayed Scotland and seldom the Tories.
Draconian and uncaring though they may be, the Conservatives are like the old black and white B movie director who said of his film audiences: “I tell them what I’m going to do. I do it. Then I tell them that I’ve done it.”
The Tories are prety up-front about their agenda. But Labour? Some - perhaps many - may say they are downright sleekit.
I cite as an example the referendum on a Scotish Assembly. You haven’t heard of it? Gather round, dears, let me adjust this tartan shawl around my withers, and Grandpa will tell you a story about the perfidious
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