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You never really hear much from unionists, do you? I don't mean the Irish ones, with their leery hate and wannabe milf wives and surnames which you always assume are going to be Paisley. I mean the original ones. Act of Union unionists. The Scottish ones. Haven't they let things slip, a bit?
I'm a unionist, I think. Only, let's be honest, a fat lot of good I'm going to do. You want meandering musings, perhaps with a dubious quip about milfs up top, I'm up for it. Only, right now, I think we unionists need more than that. We need serious, sober people, prepared to mount a serious, sober defence of the status quo. They must exist. Are they locked away? Somebody has to find them, and wheel them out.
Because the anti-union case, right now, is so much easier to make. Post-election, look at that map. When I was at primary school, up in Edinburgh, I spent a lot of time colouring in maps of the UK. Not sure why. It was either that …