Watching Scotland and Reflecting

Day 1,976, 19:22 • Published in Ireland Ireland • by Arjay Phoenician III

At the behest of Releasethe Krakken, BLT will now and forever include a daily brunette.



I sat this afternoon on the rocks at Blackhead Lighthouse and looked over the North Channel. In the faint mist, just basely visible, were the flames of war. The English started their resistance in Scotland, and though there’s more British blood staining the sands along the Firth of Clyde than Irish, the fight goes on. Perhaps it was ill-timed or ill-planned on their part, but it is a fight, and no battle is ever a fait accompli.

They’ll be here soon enough. They’ll be testing their mettle here in Northern Ireland, they’ll try to hoist the Union Jack in Belfast again. It’s a matter of time. Once they get a handful of knuckleheads to support the effort, they’ll push the button, and the possibility of capturing the territory will stare us in the face.

I don’t fear the British per se. I’m still in the infancy of my new journey, but the British haven’t yet given me a reason to quake in my boots. No two of them can match one of ours. In the short time since my return, they have yet to prove themselves fighters of any rank at all. If they cannot whoop up on a country with all of 600 inhabitants, how potent a fighting force can they possibly be?

I do, however, fear Poland. What the British can’t do for themselves, they’ll get their allies to do for them. The Poles are already beating the Argentines back up Britain. If the British can’t take back Scotland for themselves through resistance, the Polish will take it for them.

Watching Scotland is a precursor for Northern Ireland, a preamble. I’m taking notes as to how the UK pushes the agenda of reclaiming their original territory. Weak sods. I’m of the opinion they’ll have to let Poland do the dirty work for them, then play resistance war through them as the Poles move on and let them reclaim their lands unopposed. Whatever they do across the channel, they’ll do here.

While I question the honor of such a tactic (and thus the honor of the foe himself), I realize it’s part of superalliance gameplay. It is what it is, as punkass a move as it may be. I’m sure Ireland, somewhere back in the mists of her history, has done something similar, requiring a stronger ally to win back her home turf because of her momentary weaknesses. Even so, it would make the UK’s employ of the tactic no less punkass.

So my eye is across the waterway that connects the Atlantic to the sea that bears our name, notepad in hand, watching, waiting, learning. The current generation of British are weak, they prove it to us today. I hope they leave Northern Ireland alone, seeing their failure to take Scotland, stepping away from the idea that if they throw enough darts in this general direction, they potentially will hit us once. In this, I pray their wisdom is greater than their muscle, which would not say much, they prove they themselves don’t have much to flex.

And getting the mammoth Polish to do for them what they can’t do for themselves only put an exclamation point after the written thought.