The Confession Of A Faulty Unionist Pro-Lifer
On August 28 I published a 4,500 word post entitled 'An Open Letter to Nicola Sturgeon MSP', outlining, from my own standpoint of failing Unionism, what conditions I thought would require to be in place before Scotland could become independent.
There can be no doubt that the current settlement of 'devolution' does not benefit Scotland in any way. Scotland entered the Union as a nation; it had always been a nation; if it leaves it, it will be as a nation. The current system of government is a halfway house to nowhere.
The Sunday Times today began a debate on whether more power should be granted to Holyrood, entitled 'Time To Act for Scotland's Sake'. Scotland's leading (only?) conservative intellectual, the sublime Allan Massie, wrote a strong piece for the same paper arguing the case in favour.
From the standpoint of my own campaigning interests, however, 'Time To Act For Scotland's Sake', was dismal reading: for example, it said,
"The challenges facing Scotland have also changed — who would have predicted a decade ago that immigration would become a key policy for the Scottish government, with the country’s future prosperity dependent on a new influx of people from eastern Europe, the Far East and the developing world? ":
Well, nobody would have predicted it, of course; 10 years ago there was no Scottish Executive setting population targets of 5 million for Scotland. Thanks to a decision to buy a pension at the age of 22 based not on how well it was likely to perform but on how assiduously the saleswoman flirted with me, I am now perfectly reconciled to working until I die; so I hope to have enough strength to stay independent of the state until that date, hopefully some time around the year 6,000. However, if my fellow Scots elect to drink, drug, contracept and abort themselves and their culture into extinction, I can't stop them.
Opposition to abortion is an unquestioned absolute of my religious beliefs; however, my opposition is also economic. No babies = no workers = no social programs; and I am bloody well not going out to work at the age of 85 to pay for some other bugger's self-induced incapacity benefit.
The Scottish Executive's aim of increasing immigration is based on the awkward fact that the Scots are largely barren hedonists with a truckload of expensive social programs. We forget that we can't buck Darwin; and that we are not so special that we will survive if we don't do something to maintain ourselves; and that if we keep going the way we've been going for the last 40 years, some day anthropologists will come and give Edinburgh Castle the sort of quizzical looks they give right now to the statues on Easter Island.
As a slogan, 'A Woman's Right to Choose', is absolutely great -but as a way of maintaining a population, it has been tested to destruction and is now, as we would say, 'gubbed'. If we are to survive as a nation, and avoid disappearing into history's twilight, we need to pull our socks up...or something like that...
Right now, I remain a Unionist. Those who have seen the movie 'A Bridge Too Far' might recall the scene where General Bittrich (Maximilian Schell) hears Col. Frost (Anthony Hopkins) blowing on his hunting horn, and sighs 'Ah, the courage of despair!'
One's Unionism is rooted in sentiment. On an intellectual level, as I wrote in my August post, the United Kingdom is largely no longer sustainable, the economic order it required to sustain it gone, wiped out in under a generation by ideologues of both left and right.
And yet, and yet, and yet...there was something else that did for it...something that indicated the whole experiment was flawed from the outset.
It was increased contact between its constituent peoples.
In the glory days of the United Kingdom, the late 19th century, most Scots would have been unlikely to speak to an English person from one year's end to the next. Now, I speak to English people all day. Even with the best intentions, the sound of people who don't sound like you barracking you begins to grate after a while; just as the sound of someone who doesn't sound like them telling them that they can't get what they want, or that they have to pay more money than they thought was necessary, must grate on them.
When the peoples of the UK didn't have to speak to each other, the whole damn thing actually worked; and it would be a very interesting study indeed that proposed to study a link between the rise in popular Scottish nationalism and the rise of broadcasting...