So it has begun, the nightly updates on her Britannic majesty’s broadcasting corporation, as Aunty Beeb subjects us to all things Windsor,photographs of the kiddies from the 1950’s, and a young Queen.
The year of Lizzies Jubilee has kicked off.
There will be all sorts of events, such as a massive pop concert, carriages, a procession, a barge on the Thames decked out in Royal gaudiness, and even a new Royal yacht for us to pay for.
It is going to be epic,
An epic bout of sycophancy that is!
We will see Union Jacks flapping about, loads of mini jacks in peoples hands and of course your national holiday, so that we can all be British and wear the colours with pride, and ooh and ahh over the commentary of the BBC describing events.
Street parties will once again be the Order of the day, and all will be well once more in Old Britannia.And we will have splashed out yet more millions for the privileged.
I am so looking forward to it….Not
A report recently told us once more that Queenie takes a profound interest in her people, and also does her civic duty when called upon.
In order to substantiate this claim, the story went on to say that the Queen on returning back to her pad in her limo,late one night, caught sight of a man caught short by the call of nature, relieving himself in an alleyway. She picked up the phone and had the man arrested for indecent exposure.
Just as well she could no longer say, Off with his head!
Don’t get me wrong, I am not a confirmed Republican, nor am I anti Royalist per se, I am fairly ambivalent. I am quite happy for Lizzie to see out her days as Queen of Scots, but after that, it is a different story.
I wouldn’t take all that kindly to the tree hugging eccentric Chook of Rothsay being King of Scots,nor young Willie either. I might accept a new Queen Anne, but she would have to carry on working like the rest of us, and the Royals have more than plenty money to make their own way now. She could keep the tied hoose that goes with the job at Balmoral, but that’s about it.
At which point, I would expect all Royal estates to return to the people, and they can live as best they can on the massive personal wealth they have accumulated.
No more of this nonsense of making hingers oan called Lords, and they can all fend for themselves also.
In the meantime however we will all have to suffer the quaintly english sycophancy which is tied up in the whole caboodle.The bowing and scraping and flag waving and cheering and mass manufactured hysteria.
Later in the year we have more, much more puke inducing jack waving at the Olympics, where Britain welcomes the world and the rich to London, and put on a second hand car display of a show, to show that Britain can still cut it as a power to be reckoned with. Of course the world will turn up as good neighbours, and the rich and powerful will have their designated bus and limousine lanes, to cut through the London traffic without being held up by the serfs.
A warship will be parked in the Thames, and cue lots more Butcher Apron waving by the multitude.
It is no wonder that Cameron et al wanted the referendum held in 2013 after a year long display of such British outpouring of Identity. It makes sense, make them all brainwashed into feeling British and they will fall for all the guff that is thrown at them.
Or so the thinking goes.
It would not have made the slightest bit of difference to me, I will treat it all with disdain, and watch on quietly, if I watch at all?
I am not British.
Ah but, says the geographical pedant…You are British, you were born in the British Isles.
Yes, the geographical land mass may be called that, and I have no objection to it.
However, I am a Scot,I feel Scottish, I was born a Scot, my country Is Scotland, and I will be Scottish when till I die.I have never felt British, don’t consider myself to be British,and want nothing to do with Britishness,whatever that may happen to be? It is a false identity. I am a Scot from Scotland full stop.
Take the Land mass of Europe, now collectively they are all Europeans on that geographical land mass, but ask a German, a Hungarian, a Spaniard, a Dutchman where they come from? They wont say Europe, they will say Germany, Hungary,Spain,Holland.
But we have to say we are British? Sod off!
I long for the day when I can go on a drop down menu on my pc, and scroll down the list of options for countries, and find Scotland.
On that day, I will know we are back where we belong.
However, If all else fails, and neither Queenie nor the London Olympics work in making us all feel we are all Brits together, English stiff upper lip, and pigeon toed, singing Rule Britannia,Britannia Rules sod all. They still have one more card to play. I call it the Maggie Card. Lets have another wee war down in the Falklands, and lets cheer the working class lads off as they act as cannon fodder,and we can all mourn their coffins draped in Union Jacks when they return. For we are all in it together, and that should remove another few votes for Scots Independence while we are at it.. And Dave will be a Hero….Three Cheers..Hip Hip, Hip Hip, Hip Hip …….Hooray.
A note for those who do Identify with being British. I wont hold it against you, we all identify in different ways. I don’t dislike you or like you for it, it is how you see yourself, and that is fine.
What I do intensely dislike is politically manufactured Britishness, and I do not believe there is anything that can be described as being Culturally British. What identity markers there are, tend to be borrowed from the English Identity, and subsuming Englishness does the English no good either.
Union Jack waving and Rule Britannia hearken back to British Imperialism, The Queen of Scots tends to be called the Queen of England, not the Queen of Britain.
Whatever you Identify with,you are.
I am a Scot,therefore Scottish, Scotland is in the British Isles, the British Isles are part of the European Continent, The European Continent is part of the World.
And we will brithers be for a that.