I can’t write anything of my own today that doesn’t involve a lot of swearing or wailing so I will let the WGD express my hopes and sorrows.
Paul, sir, your writing (and the thinking behind it) has been the highlight of this whole campaign for me. I can’t think of a day since I discovered you earlier in the year when I have not logged on to see what you are saying. You have made me laugh and you have made me cry but today you have given me some hope and some fortitude. It would be all to easy to say ‘fuck it’ but if you, with all your recent heartbreaks, can look to a future where we keep striving for Scotland’s independence then I have no excuse for thinking, or doing, otherwise.
Please keep writing because I will keep reading.
We stand on the shore of the sea loch, and watch the tide go out. Now is the time to shelter the flame of hope from the howling gale. No has won through fear and threats of loss. But the dream is not dead, the dream still lives within the hearts and minds of hundreds of thousands who refused to be bowed by fear, who refused to succumb to the one sided stories of the self-interested. It is not a dream that will be forgotten. The flame of hope still burns within.
I’ve already lost this year. I’ve already had to grieve. But I will not grieve for Scotland, because Scotland still lives and hope still lives within me. I do not feel ashamed for the shame of others. Now is a time for building, for defending what we have built, for ensuring that the politicians keep their worthless words…
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