Right now it seems like a reasonable analogy, as the media turns its guns on a couple of outstanding human beings who made the best use of their own lottery win that I’ve yet heard.
Imagine it had been you. Imagine you’d crashed to bed after the wild party to end all wild parties. Imagine your hung-over mates had decided to get in your good graces by giving your bombsite living room a right good clean when you were in your scratcher, and one of them had put the winning ticket in the rubbish.
Imagine they’d put it out in the bin, and the contents of said bin were already gone, in the back of the dust cart, before you even got out of your bed.
Talk about a day to remember, eah?
Where do you even start to recover from the shock of that? How do you get yourself out of bed the following day? How do you go back into work and pretend it’s alright?
What do you say when your kids give you that “how could you have been so stupid?” look at Christmas when they don’t look at the presents you got them but imagine the ones they might have had.
Imagine how the world would look to you.
Right now, we, all of us, are sitting on a winning lottery ticket. Independence for this country is a once in a generation affair … this is the moment we were put on this Earth to see. Some of our own people, thinking they are doing us a favour (or perhaps not), can still take it away from us, and they’ll do it in the guise of “building a better future.”
I refer to our friends in the Labour Party, those who can’t stomach the idea of our people having our destiny in our hands because it will be “a victory for Alex Salmond.”
Their short-sightedness is extraordinary, and dangerous, to the rest of us, those of us focussed on the bigger picture here. Our winning lottery ticket may well end up in the back of the dust cart behind their misguided belief that somehow the party can still be won back to socialism, despite living through a lifetime of watching it heading the other way.
The European elections are going to be the first seismic shock to their worldview, when the Eurosceptic UKIP takes a huge number of seats. Some are going to say it’s a blow against the Tories, and not so much Labour, but it’s a disaster in the making. So too are the opinions polls just released which show Cameron’s party is now in front.
Labour is not going to win the 2015 general election. I’ve believed this for a while, and now the numbers bear it out. It doesn’t matter now if Miliband does decide to pursue “socialism in our time.”
He can hire all the Obama campaign strategists he wants, but the problem isn’t even going to be the message (which is bad enough) but the person who delivers it. The truth is that voters down south do not believe he’s fit to be PM. Many voters up here agree.
Mark my words, Cameron’s pledge to give the UKIP tendency their in-out referendum is an election winner insofar as it keeps UKIP’s voters in his corner when the big day comes. Our place in Europe is now in serious peril, and that’s only one of the consequences of a Tory majority government in London, and not even the biggest of them for all that.
The Tory lead only goes one way from here. The metropolitan media has bought into the fraudulent “economic recovery” and there are voices in Labour who don’t want to go on the record as calling it a con. Quite where it leaves the party I do not know, and neither do they, but I suspect there are many within Labour’s parliamentary ranks who do not want to win the next election, knowing that their acceptance of the current political discourse commits them to savage cutting in the communities which elected them.
Understand that. I believe it to be true. Any number of Labour MP’s would rather be in opposition another parliamentary term than have to take the decisions that go with being part of the current “consensus.” The appalling damage that will be wrought on much of the country – north and south of the border – is of no consequence to them at all. Their own lives won’t change one iota.
The Labour Party has abandoned socialism. There is no going back. Their betrayal of the welfare state, expressed in their vote for the cap, is the surest symbol of their disconnect from the will of their own supporters, and the principles for which the party was founded. But far worse is the dark suspicion that many of its careerist MP’s will be making a “political calculation” that it is better for them that this country endure another assault from the Tories.
Yet, as I’ve said, even if this proves groundless, Labour is not on course to win. The polls all point towards a Conservative victory, and probably one with a working majority. The slippery creatures of the Liberal Democrats might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I suspect much of Britain will regret the absence of their “restraining influence” as 2017 approaches and the country lurches from one crisis to another and the inevitability of leaving the EU.
It’s impossible to imagine Cameron arguing to stay, against the howling backdrop of his own party and the Prime Ministerial pretensions of certain wannabes in his ranks, and so we’ll almost certainly have the perverse spectacle of the UK government arguing to turn the country into a social and economic basket-case … and yet the result of that referendum, however horrendous, will be nothing less than the will of the people.
Just not the Scottish people.
Our lottery ticket is a one-shot deal. Don’t even kid yourself that any of us will live to see this issue revisited. Not going to happen. If it’s blown this time, then we are all going to have to live with the consequences. One way or another 18 September is going to be a day to remember … and so is 19 September, whether we are celebrating that day or pulling the cushions off the sofa and praying that we’re experiencing an especially vivid bad dream, but knowing we’re not.
7 May 2015 is going to be a day to remember too. We’ll either be watching it to see who we’re negotiating with or to see which version of right-wing London politics we’re stuck with. Either way, it will be a tense day. 8 May 2015 though … if 19 September is a bad one, can you imagine how dreadful that particular date might be?
Mark it on the calendar. Look at it in days to come. Look at it a lot.
Let’s paraphrase a wee movie moment, shall we?
“And lying in your bed, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for one chance … just one chance ….”
That chance ain’t never gonna come again.
One day, a day to end all this shit forever. Or many, many many days to remember, and plenty of time – the rest of our lives – to regret it.
Our friends in Labour have to know that our future is in their hands.
For Gods sakes, if you’re reading, look at the opinions polls.
Look at your leaders north and south of the border.
Look at what UKIP voters want and what Cameron has promised them.
Labour cannot win. All of us can still lose. Don’t throw out our winning ticket. Every single one of us will pay a high, high price if you do.