I’m sick of this mince. Heartily pissed off, fed up, and growing increasingly angry. A short while back there were reports that the Better Together campaign was having meetings to rethink its failing strategy. A few weeks have passed, and it turns out that the new strategy is the same as the old strategy, just more of it. Fears, scares, slurs, threats, hypocrisy, attacks on alicsammin, and transparent psychological projection. The same as before, just at greater volume and with greater frequency.
Project Fear is not talking Scotland’s language. They’re the stereotypical British tourist abroad, thinking that they can make the natives understand English by speaking in a loud voice. Their blank incomprehension is met with SHOUTING MORE LOUDLY.
Already this week we’ve had Alicsammin being besties with Vlad, the accusation he’s threatening to block international access to Norwegian waters in a fit of pique, wee Wullie Hague warning – again – that we’ll be thrown out of the EU, accusations that Alicsammin is lying about the living wage, an allegation that the Yes campaign is illegally using front organisations to get round campaign spending limits which conveniently merges with the warning that the Yes campaign is funded by homophobes, the warning that consumers in the rest of the UK would boycot products from an independent Scotland, yet another borderline racist cartoon in the supposedly liberal Guardian, and the claim that an independent Scotland will have to implement deep austerity cuts and won’t be able to afford free education or health care.
And it’s only Tuesday. We’ve still got Danny Alexander’s speech to come. He’s due to repeat his warnings of economic meltdown tomorrow. So that’s something to look forward to.
We shouldn’t complain really. It’s still a failing strategy. More of the same will merely guarantee that it fails more comprehensively.
But I’m fed up with it. Because there’s one thing I hate above everything else, and that’s being patronised by duplicitous self-admiring morons who cherry pick facts in order to scare and intimidate. These people, our governors and directors, our leaders and would-be opinion formers, they’re not clever, they’re not big, and they are possessed of less insight than you find between the covers of a Ladybird Jack and Jill storybook.
Tomorrow’s announcement from Danny Alexander will go the same way. See Danny. See Danny wave. See Danny tell off naughty Alicsammin. See Danny warn we’ll all be poor. See Danny ride in a ministerial motor. See Danny fall flat on his smug overpaid over-promoted face.
Will this week’s barrage of fearbombs convert any yes voters to don’t knows? Will it persuade any don’t knows that Westminster and the UK media really have our interests at heart. I wouldn’t bet on it. Westminster is betting everything on it.
When this campaign started, the Union thought it was going to win handsomely. Alicsammin was just a minor irritation, soon to be salved with the balm of Westminster authority and a demonstration of their power. Scottish independence was going to be brushed aside, and everyone could return to business as usual.
I sigh in resignation every time another scarebomb bursts. And I’m actually interested in the debate. Project Fear never considered the effect of their tactics. They thought that a tidal wave of toxicity would deter the less involved from taking the question of independence seriously. Instead it’s made them stop taking Project Fear seriously.
Alicsammin was jut a wee haemorrhoid in the arse of the Union, but the Project Fear couldn’t help scratching it. The more it itched, the more they scratched, and the bigger their piles got. Now they’re impacted and bleeding. If it wasn’t for the Preparation Hate so lovingly concocted by the media, two parts bile three parts lie with a dash of venom in a litre of contempt, the arse would have fallen out of Better Together’s campaign months ago. But their medicine has a toxic side effect. It exposed them for the incompetents that they really are. It exposed their disdain and arrogance. Who wants to be governed by people who know little about us, and what little they do know they hold in contempt?
They’re not sitting comfortably now. We’re getting it up them.