Head For Home

It must be evident, to anyone tuned into Westminster politics, that the representatives, elected by the Scottish people, are out of place in that house. It is a house of representation for English politicians. Numbers and attitude confirm that this is no union of equal nations. So be it. @SNP, come on home. Build bridges here.

You’ve done all you can

With ideas, open hands

Eyes and ears ever mindful

To their plans

They’ve made grave mistakes

Now we need a break

They’re ‘on the make’

We must be done


Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home


You’ve ‘seen all the frowns

On the faces of the clowns’

Ignore the vows that they made


And you’ve heard all the noise

From Westminster’s prams and toys

‘But they don’t mean a’ thing

If we’re not free


Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home


You’ve been to that place in that town

Where their words let us down

While they ‘stare at each other’

You’ve lampooned them

‘Screamed at the moon’

They behaved like buffoons

And you’ve discovered


Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home


You’ve travelled the land

Their trajectory, crash land

Seen their faces in that place


Yes, you’ve witnessed their world

Seen their tactics unfurled

And their ‘noise

That destroys and commands’


Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home




As expected

a child was born

healthy and bouncing

such joy

parental pride

as nature intended

regardless of sex

girl or boy

A child with a future

to be guided with love

to be nurtured


to serve

One with the world

as all children

should be

no less than

birthright deserves

Alas there is trouble afoot

in this world

entitlement squiffed

and askew




so old




delights in birth new

teaches children

Be Brave

Be Loving

Be Bold.


Extreme Measures

Having just finished watching a programme on the effects of austerity on some of the most vulnerable people in my country I have come to a new understanding of why people resort to extreme measures to counter injustice.

While corporate tax evaders, banks and corrupt politicians elude justice, the penalties and sanctions imposed for minor infractions of the benefits system – being late for an appointment! – hit to the stomachs of children, leave households without electricity or gas and force the sale of personal possessions to survive. Decisions on appeal drag on for months while poverty is compounded with mounting debt at the hands of franchises lending at exorbitant interest rates.

The divide is growing. It does not surprise me in the least that the people of Scotland are supporting in droves a political party that promises to do everything in its power to counter austerity measures imposed by policies this government and previous ones have forced on its citizens while doing nothing to address the real criminals in the crisis that has plagued the UK. A party that represents the only real social party left to offer any effective resistance to the suits that look out for each other.

The haves do what they like while the have-nots have ever less under a regime that would make any dictator proud.

Fuck austerity. I teach children whose lives ARE this programme.

Some will go to Jamaica and Tenerife for their Easter holidays. Some will wonder if they eat. The divide is in my classroom. The evidence of the divide is on my TV, in my newspapers, on blogs I read, in the untruths perpetuated in news and programmes that make criminals of victims while allowing the real criminals to continue on their course of profit at any cost.

I am not a member of any political party at the moment. I am a member of the human race and the day I can’t empathise with my fellow man – most specifically, the children – is the day I will vote for Tories or the now recognised Red Tories, hitherto known as the Labour Party.

If there is anyone who reads this who may ‘fear the onslaught of the SNP’, ‘the tartan terrors’ or whatever other name is being used to denigrate that party, if anyone believes that all who vote for them are only interested in ‘splitting the union’ think again.

The real reason SNP are gaining in popularity is because they are the main party in Scotland to represent what Labour have abandoned.

They actually give a shit which is more than can be said for many in the previous duopoly. They have my vote. Not for being extreme- they’re not extreme enough for me. But right at this moment they are the best option the whole of the UK has to redress the balance by at least offering some resistance to what is currently a crime being allowed to run rampage.

Austerity is a crime against children and families. And I will not stand for it.

Extreme doesn’t begin to describe what I feel after watching this programme.

Yes, I understand better why people take drastic actions to counter injustice.

Mine will be within the letter of the law. But some laws need changing. Soon. Very, very soon.

Wee Lassies’ Army…cooking with gas

It goes on,

Don’t let the facts get in the way

Of a story,

Resurrect the ogre,

Perpetuate the myth,

Decreed from history, told long ago,

Those fucking Scots, how very dare they,

Spin the stories,

Let’s just take the piss.


Imagine, how they dare,

Can you believe it,

Pretenders to the power,

Tin pot clans,

Might succeed in being somewhat pivotal in the ‘minster,

Well, fuck that joke, boys,

Something’s out of hand.

Tactical shall be the new way forward,

Vote for us – or enemy – now friend,

Let’s thwart the mighty minions

North of the border,

God forbid the union ever ends.

Rehash that tag, all ‘Better Together’,

You know the one, where we’re all family,

Make some empty promises and threaten,

Talk the talk but let’s not walk it,

Let’s not support what stands for democracy.

Let’s forget that maybe

They can read some,

Don’t hunt haggis with the heather up their kilts,

Don’t decorate the fronts of tins of shortbread,

Let’s keep on prodding till they’ve had it to the hilt.

I’ll scratch you up if you will scratch me,

I’ll grease your palms, I’ll even rub you down,

Just keep those SNP and that ‘wee lassie with a tin helmet,

Out of fair old, mighty London town.

We’ll crack some racist jokes, those Jocks can take it,

A hardy crew with wind blown up their arse,

We’ll blow a bit some more cause we’re all blawhards,

Let’s preach the poisoned politics of farce.

We’ll run a smear campaign,

But keep on with the mantra,

Blah, blah, blah and blah, blah, blah and Them

We’re all one nation, blah, blah, blah,

Well, of course, we are

If in nothing else, in name.

Could it be that some facts may be missing,

That anything to left just can’t be right,

That every other party joined in union

Are feart to speak some sense, so just talk shite.

http://politicalcompass.org/ 2015

It’s no secret that I voted Yes in the referendum for Scottish Independence in September of last year. Around 45% of the populace did. 55% did not. Whatever their reasons for voting No, democracy was seen to be served. More or less.

Immediately after the referendum, and since then, membership of the Scottish National Party has swelled. The popularity of the once favoured Labour Party here in Scotland has plummeted.

Where once Labour represented people who cared for a fairer and more just society, it has become almost indistinguishable from the Conservative Party, political pioneers of the ‘I’m alright Jack’ club.

Labour lost all credibility to many voters when they made a pact with the Tories and Lib Dems to help keep the union together no matter the consequences to the people and ideology they purported to represent.

This, together with their ongoing self-sabotage, while attempting to pursue self-preservation, has made them a joke in many parts of Scotland. And elsewhere.

There is, according to current polls, the distinct possibility that the SNP will take the vast majority of seats here in Scotland sending, according to some polls, in excess of 50 MP’s to Westminster out of a possible 59 allocated. Seats that Labour were complacent about, sure forever of their strength here. Cock-sure, you might say.

Losing so many seats to the SNP would be an affront to them and impact on whatever position they may hope to hold in central government. Either in power or as the main opposition party.

The major parties are in a shambles, trying to cobble together ‘what if’ scenarios, making for some strange bedfellow combinations. At least, in name. Not perhaps so strange when their political compass is identified.

Perhaps the, yet again, negative scaremongering that abounds comes more from the fact that SNP are left of centre in their politics rather than the fact that they still threaten the union.

But let’s feed the masses what fuels the fire.

Perhaps no one will notice.

We might even get to keep the status quo.


And we all know where that leads us.

Right, right, right again, straight ahead and saluting authority and austerity at every right turn.

It’s all in the name, you see. The name of the game.

If you’re interested in knowing your own political compass the test can be taken here.


Apart from offering revealing insights into your own place on the map it makes for interesting viewing of some other countries.

You might not vote.

Why bother?

All the same.

All the part of the game.

 Just a name.

Till you find your aim.

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A wee lassie with a tin helmet?


How very fucking dare they!

Lassies' Army 048Anna

This is a wee lassie with a tin helmet.

My wee lassie.

I’m not fighting for Scotland as an entity over all others. I’m fighting for justice and freedom from right wing authoritarianism. I don’t care what you call the parties. The only parties I’m interested in are all the wee lassies and lads. From wherever they hail. Party enough for me. And, by the gods, I’ll party when we have a government that’s for the people, serves the people and has aspirations beyond self-serving agendas.

Find your political compass.

Vote with that. At least let it be from your heart.

Mums, dads, anyone who gives a shit, find your compass. And, for fuck’s sake, vote with that. At least let it be because you know and not because you believe what you are told.

You want to talk tin hats, India!! America!  Australia! Canada! New Zealand! The E fucking U!

Don’t tell me that we have democracy as it was ever once envisaged. Left to right and every which way. THEY, not you or I, name the game.

My pot’s on. Such as it is. It is not THEIR world. It’s OURS! Pots and pans and weans. Wee lassies? I don’t think so.

Lads, today, you’re lassies! Tomorrow, we’re all people. All cooking with gas. Blaw that up yer kilt!