How odd it is that a former Prime Minister of Great Britain should utter the words, “A vow, once written, cannot be casually rewritten or revised,” and yet those were the very words of Gordon Brown as the penny finally dropped that he had been played like a fiddle. Brown, no doubt, came to Scotland with promises of honours and money to rally the tory sentiment as his British paymasters came ever closer to losing their northern cash cow. There was just about enough respect left for him in the old guard of Scottish Labour to give his silver-coated words the weight they required to woe Scotland back into its box. Brown promised Scotland that by Burn’s Night 2015 legislation for nothing short of Home Rule would go before the British parliament at Westminster; a promise that was tantamount to placing the previously denied third option on the ballot paper. It would now appear that the people of Scotland, terrified after an overlong terror campaign by Westminster and the BBC, took the bait – hook, line and sinker. Brown retreated with a smug grin south of the border with his bedfellows as Scotland’s defeat became breaking news. At this point our Gordon was proud as Punch. He had served his masters well and delivered up his country on a silver platter.
Not a full ten hours later the stitching of the promises began to come undone. Every last word of the vow and promise had been a lie, a simply fact that Brown, as a former Prime Minister, should have known. In Blair’s New Labour inner-circle he knew the web of deceit surrounding the illegal invasion of Iraq and the countless human rights abuses. Britain has, since its inception, made for itself a reputation of deception and dirty tricks. Honesty is singularly an un-British thing. Brown was indeed taken in by the lies, however, as his conviction was required if there was to be any hope of Westminster securing its hold on Scotland and its vast wealth. Even for Brown it was never about the people of Scotland. Before he had sat himself down for his cosy evening meal with Sarah it had become obvious to all that he had been made a fool of, and sold out his country. His actions after this point to his foolishness rather than his complicity; he threw all of his toys from the pram when he accused his senior-most paymaster, David Cameron, of snaring the Scottish people in a deal that will effectively remove them from Westminster, and hastily set about gathering signatures on a humiliating petition to demand of Westminster that it keep its word.
This petition, mocked from one side of Scotland to the other – and for sure in number ten, will get its one hundred thousand signatures; even if those signatories have to be bussed up from England, but keeping Cameron and the Westminster alliance to its word is quite another matter. What is most pitiable is that Gordon Brown, more than anyone else on this island, knows this to be true. If this were a promise of any substance then there would be no need now for a Smith or any other Commission. No recipient of a promise should have to enter into negotiations regarding how much of the promise is to be honoured. As Brown continues to make an utter idiot of himself, Ruth Davidson, Cameron’s guard dog north of the Tweed, has frantically busied herself making sure that all the proper restrictions are in place ahead of the negotiations. What will surely emerge from this is a Devo-Max version of Home Rule that is less Max than it is proviso after proviso. Cameron’s elderly cousin, the Queen, had every reason to purr – as Gordon Brown had been stitched up like a kipper. Scotland had been broken and secured for London’s establishment financiers and fracking magnates, and what was most triumphant and glorious about the whole sordid affair was that it was, like in 1707 before it, an inside job.
Boris Johnson’s “New fisheries policy” quip of chucking Salmond overboard before eating the kippers for breakfast was a profound truth and a rare insight into the real and unveiled intentions of Westminster. Alex Salmond, the man who brought Scotland closer to independence than any other person in centuries, has been a real thorn in the side of the London establishment. He has consistently stood in the way of Britain’s despoliation of our country, and ultimately threatened it with the complete loss of their meal ticket. Salmond, with a name closely resembling that of an important fish in the culture and myth of the Scots, along with his depute, Nicola Sturgeon, with another fishy name, have become cyphers in the circles of the London establishment for the contempt it feels for our whole nation. Yet, as Scots, we should be well proud of our fish while they are safe from the effects of fracking and nuclear waste. There is one more name, in the politics of Scotland, that deserves now to be listed with the fishes, and that is the name of Gordon Brown. Our independence is now guaranteed, and three hundred and seven years from now it should be known that in the little pond of Scotland’s struggle there was a big Brown Trout.
– Mac’IlleRuaidh at the Butterfly Rebellion