With the intensity of the Scottish Independence debate wafting out of the zone of frivolous apathy (to be hijacked by the bossies, of whatever ilk) towards the realisation that the date that was plucked out of thin air in the belief that it would never actually arrive (Nostradamus’ influence, perhaps?) we do now realise that a very serious topic, and all of the consequences thereof, will be decided on, next week. That will be it. Then the next blame game will commence.
Scotland the Brave will be in the spotlight, viewed from all over the world. Has the debate been conducted well? Will we be viewed as a country whose residents and leaders are worth listening to? Have our leaders led in a style that befits their status? Is that status seen to be deserved? Well, has the public been offered facts in an objective and pragmatic manner? I would say not – from my skewed perspective, of course.
I would say that, what have been presented to us as facts have been no more that statistics and hopes, twisted to form a tool to hook us into one argument or the other. Actual facts seem to remain out of view and out of reach, leaving the voters little more than gut instinct or whim on which to base their decision.
So who is to blame for that, then? The guy who set this off? Everyone south of the border? Everyone? I don’t know whether our being given free prescriptions, free bridge crossing, free university tuition, free home care, etc. for the past few years was based on a principle or an expensive, cheap, cynical ploy to bribe us. I don’t know what our currency will be or what security we will have.
Most of all I don’t know why we have allowed such massive uncertainty to remain at this stage of the debate when arguments are becoming ever more frenzied and less dignified. I don’t know why we don’t demand leadership from our elected leaders, but we just don’t, do we? And so, that’s probably why we don’t get it. It seems like a real mess.
It leaves me tired to think about what will happen, so I’ll retreat to something comforting and familiar to me. Thankfully, I’m not one of the many with an ASD to experience an aversion to taste and texture, so I’ll indulge myself in the choices ahead; Veggie Burgers; Hamburgers; Beefburgers,