Better together?

For those of Cicero’s many devotees who do not live to the north of the Wall of Hadrian, you may not know, but in a few weeks time there is every likelihood that the UK may be no more. Of course this will only happen should the Celts and Picts who inhabit this rugged land say yes. And they might.

Now this is a debate that to date Cicero has pointedly refused to enter. In his mind it is for the Northern Tribes to reach their own conclusion, and they should be trusted to do the right thing, without interference from beyond their shores.

And to this end Cicero would ask that Obama, El Pape, the Two Caesars and anyone else who was not weaned on Irn Bru and Haggis shut their gobs and haud their wheesht.

For every time a non Celt opens their mouth and pontificates about the UK’s constitutional settlement, they put their feet in it. Both of them. Sideways.

And when they do, yet another Celt or Pict votes  yes.

And this affliction reaches deep into the Populus as this example illustrates.

In a recent conversation with some Angles Cicero was advised that the business in whose premises coffee was being consumed had outlets in Scotland and the UK.

Let me repeat.

These Angles considered Scotland to be separate from the UK.

Now this might be wishful thinking. Or a presumption that the Celts will say yes. Or more likely ignorance.

Do these people not know that for the last 307 years Scotland and England have been joined together in a false construct of nationhood called the United Kingdom?

And this is not the only occurrence of such ignorance that Cicero has come across. Too often Angles say England when they mean Britain and Britain when they mean England. Unless they desist from such malapropisms the Union may well be rent asunder. Though some might assert that that is no bad thing. Cicero is hauding his wheesht.

With thinking like this it is hardly surprising that the Celts might think that if the Angles don’t see them as part of the same nation, why should they bother perpetuating a so-called Union which no one believes exist anyway.

Better together? You must be joking. You don’t even who know a Union exists.

Have a great day.

Sis felix. Et sis fortunatus.