Wings Over Scotland is seven years old today (the period of time defined by the Good Friday Agreement as a “generation” in terms of referendums), and it doesn’t feel like a day over 25. Can we hurry up and have another indy vote before the entire country burns to the ground around our ears, please?
After all, if we don’t, how are we ever going to realise our fiendish plan to intellectuality [sic] and socially stunt a new state with our vindictive, authoritarian, reactionary, anti-feminist Trumpism and partisan resistance to fact, like the angry gammon we are?
