You still don’t see it, do you? You still think we can convince them. That if we argue enough, show enough facts, prove our worth, they’ll give us back what’s ours.

But that’s not how this works. That’s never how it worked.

You want a free Scotland? Then understand this—we are not here to be given anything.

Scotland is going to suffer more. It has to. Because history tells us that people don’t rise up when they’re comfortable.

They don’t rebel because of morality, or justice, or some noble principle. They rise when they can’t breathe.

And Westminster—they know that. That’s why they’re careful. They don’t break Scotland all at once.

They tighten the noose one inch at a time. They make it gradual, subtle—so you don’t panic, so you don’t resist. Because if they break us too fast, we wake up too soon.

So let them tighten it. Let them starve our services, strip our resources, squeeze our people. Because that’s what will wake Scotland up.

You don’t want to hear it, I know. It’s brutal. But it’s the truth. You think we’ll win by being reasonable? By playing by the rules of a rigged game?

The Union was built on theft, sustained by lies, and enforced by power. It will not fall because we ask nicely.

They say we’re too poor. Too dependent. They say we’d be nothing without the Union.

Good. Let them say it again.

Let them say it while they steal from us.

Let them say it while they shut down our industries, close our refineries, siphon off our wealth and sell our energy to Europe while we pay the highest bills in the UK.

Let them tell us we’re too poor while they take what is ours and hoard it in London.

Let them tell us we are dependent while they make sure we have nothing left to depend on.

Let them gut our economy further.

Let them make it undeniable.

Let them force even the most loyal Unionist to ask why Scotland, rich in resources, sits in forced decline.

Let them do it, because the lie is easier to tell when people are still comfortable.

When they have just enough.

But strip them bare and the lie dies.

Keep tightening the noose, and eventually, people realise there’s no air left.

They say Holyrood is powerful. They call it Scotland’s government. They say devolution gives us control.

Good. Let them say it while they override our laws.

Let them say it while they veto our decisions.

Let them say it while they claw back powers we never even got to use.

Let them say it while they tell us our democracy only exists if they permit it.

Let them deny another mandate.

Let them ignore another vote.

Let them keep proving that the system is a joke, that Scotland’s will is nothing but a scrap of paper for Westminster to laugh at.

We see them sit there in Holyrood, Labour, Tiry, the Lib Dems—

Westminster’s enforcers, planted in our parliament to keep Scotland in its place. Quizlings that do not serve our people.

They serve the Union. Every question they ask, every speech they give, every attack they launch—all designed to make Scots doubt themselves.

They vote against Scotland’s interests, then demand to know why Holyrood struggles.

They block every avenue for independence, then smirk as they ask why Scotland isn’t thriving.

And when Westminster’s cuts bring suffering, they don’t fight for Scotland—they blame Scotland for being poor while handing England the knife to cut deeper.

And they don’t do it alone.

They have their attack dogs in the media, their foot soldiers on social media, their propagandists who flood every platform with lies so blatant Hitler himself would be proud.

Scotland is failing. Scotland is divided. Scotland is dependent. Scotland is whatever they need it to be, so long as it isn’t free.

And they’ll keep the gaslighting going, keep selling Scotland out, keep lying through their teeth—because the moment the people wake up, their usefulness ends.

So let them lie louder. Let them dig their own graves. Because when the dam breaks, they’ll drown in the flood.

The more they take, the more Scots will understand—this is not democracy, it is control wrapped in procedure,

occupation dressed up as partnership.

They say Scotland can’t govern itself. That our leaders are useless. That independence would leave us rudderless, leaderless, lost.

Good. Let them say it while they crash their own economy.

Let them say it while their own prime ministers resign in disgrace, one after the other.

Let them say it while they cut public services in England to the bone, while their own people riot, while they pump billions into London while the rest of their country crumbles.

Let them say it while their media lies for them.

Let them say it while BBC Scotland bends over backwards to frame every crisis as Holyrood’s fault.

Let them say it while they demand better services from Scotland’s government but never demand to know why Scotland has to mitigate the cruelty inflicted by Westminster in the first place.

Let them push that narrative until it collapses under the weight of its own absurdity.

They think they can convince people to stay by gaslighting them. By making them believe they are incapable.

But a person who has been told they are nothing for too long eventually asks—I am nothing really? why do you need me to believe that?

Let them make more cuts. Let them squeeze the poorest further.

Let them punish people for needing help.

Let them push the pensioners to the brink.

Let them keep stealing. Keep exploiting. Keep gutting. Keep punishing.

They think they are breaking Scotland. But what they are doing is showing the people, more clearly than any of us ever could, exactly what the Union really is.

They think they are keeping Scotland in its place. But they are building the anger that will break them.

Let them keep going. Because the illusion must shatter completely before the people finally stop playing their game.