Scottish Nationalism, playing with fire..

I have lived approximately half of my life in England and half in Scotland where I have married and brought up my family. There is an anti-English prejudice in Scotland which has never previously been reciprocated. I suppose this prejudice is not surprising given the history of enmity between the countries until James VI of Scotland united the crowns and introduce the concept of a Great Britain.

“English”  to Scots is thus the archetype of “Enemy”. Indeed it is to some extent bound up with class – the English being identified, unreasonably, with being “toffs”.   We all have prejudices. A key struggle of civilisation is to overcome and integrate them. I do not believe that on the facts we as voters in Scotland would  break the Kingdom that James V1 United. I believe that the only way that this can be accomplished is to release and play up the ancient prejudice against “The English”, and this is indeed happening.   Alex Salmond is a master at playing to the emotion of the crowd. My sorrow is that this in now stirring up anti-Scottish sentiment in our 60 million neighbours, cousins and previous friends. My hope is that we can quickly get through and past this episode without releasing the spectre of racism from the Pandora’s box that is foolishly being unlocked. It is not too late to put out this fire before it burns us all.

A Pensioner Army..

This thought may be a little off the wall, but generated around the debate about euthanasia. I personally wouldn’t condone the taking of one’s life. However I can see that I wouldn’t want to continue with a debilitating and terminal disease.

I (think – but would I be brave enough) I would prefer to end my life with some purpose. I could imagine joining an army of unarmed pensioners willing simply to stand between the lines of war; for instance between the people of Syria and their dreadful bloodthirsty government. Surely this would draw the world’s attention and with enough of us begin to change the facts on the ground?  In effect, why not recruit those who might be approaching the end of life to a real cause – rather than asking our young to lay down their lives fighting.

 

 

 

Passionate Shades of Grey

Or the utility of Being Wrong

I believe passionately in any argument I propound. And yet…

When I look back on those beliefs I can see that I’ve since modified my views as a result of engaged debate. Do you have this experience? In the heat of debate we see things in black and white. As we cool we begin to see the other point of view and the world becomes shaded, grey.

I am one of four brothers and my father used to rouse and carouse us into “big” arguments about anything and everything. He would then change to support the opposing argument and encourage us to do the same thing. I found – and have found since – that the result is a realisation that almost everyone has a valid perspective.

It occurs to me that I should try more often to realise – in the heat of debate – that I can be wrong about the point that I am arguing. It’s by arguing the opposite that we can get to a deeper insight. Indeed it is possibly only because of the years that I spent trying to experience life without God that I have deepened my belief and personal connection.

There is an utility to considering that we might be wrong, and – most things are shades of grey (but perhaps I’m wrong about that?)

OhO

I was challenged by a dear friend to come up with a palindrome that described him. Easy. Piffling. If you knew him you would know that he is both:

 Oh – indeed possibly OH! Startling, surprising – and delightfully so..

 But also both:

 Ho, as in “I found you out, rascal – what was that drivel thou speaketh”

And also…

 Ho  – per the beginning of a chuckle. The first intimation of hohoho…

You know who I mean. Agape, old chum..