In the unlikely event that the Scots did vote for independence, the negotiations could take decades.You can't inspire people with facts- Small Gods
I think most of it is sitting on costal teratory that's linked to Shetland, isn't it? So the question then becomes, who gets them? Do they get their own vote, to be English or Scottish?
> How do you split up assets like the military?
It seems obvious to me that England keeps them. Probably with some kind of agreement that in exchange for keeping the bases on Scottish soil England continues to provide defensive support of Scotland from attacking, whoever it is that would attack Scotland without hitting England first. Somewhat absurd.
> Does Scotland get to keep the nukes?
Yeah, right. That'll happen. Jeez. :P--- Thad ---
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Uncle John, on the other hand, although he considered himself a Scots patriot (lived 40+ years in the USA on a green card; never became a U.S. citizen) was more interested in U.S. politics than British, and furthermore was more concerned with golf, bowling, country music & opera than politics (although he was a union steward and interested in union politics). I'm sure he would have voted for Scottish independence on the theory of "why not! let's see what happens!"
My mother married a Yank and became a U.S. citizen when I was 7 years old. She's pretty far gone into Alzheimer's these days, but I'll ask her what she thinks of Scottish independence. I expect it's something along the lines of "och, pack of damn fools. They've no got aught better to do? Put on the radio, John. Find us some Mendlesohn."
Her mother, my grandmother, Sarah McFall nee Connor, would have dismissed the whole concept out of hand. She was a royalist, quite proud of her jubilee commemorative plates. She was a highlander, but a Catholic. Which is a good part of the reason that the whole lot of 'em -- first my mother, Margaret, then her brothers & sisters Tom, John, Ellen and Rita left Scotland for the greener pastures of New Jersey during the first few years after what Basil Fawlty would call "the whahr".
Sarah followed them at last in 1956, when I was four years old. Going to meet her on the Queen Mary as she sailed into New York Harbor is one of my earliest memories.
Scotland is to me such a mystical place. As a Scottish American of course I'm fascinated by it. But I've never been there. My mother has only been back once, after 25 years & 7 kids in the States; her quaint home town had become a slum, but several of her old friends recognized her as she walked down the street. My brother Pete was in Scotland last month on a golfing excursion. He made a little detour to visit the street where my mother grew up. It was full of junkies.
I myself think the idea of Scottish independence is silly. Don't we have better things to do? I mean, I have three children who are as much Cherokee, DNA-wise, as many a Scot is Scottish. And you can believe that the Cherokee were as fucked-over by the Americans (many of whom were Scottish, actually) as the Scottish were fucked over by the English. But you don't see the Cherokee agitating for independence. Why? because it's stupid. Sure they're a "sovereign nation", whatever that means, but everybody accepts that as a fig leaf.
Oh well, we'll see.She has effectively checked out. She's an un-person of her own making. So it falls to me.--ad hoc (in the hole)
While we're there in the voting booths, might as well chuck in a referendum on EU membership. In these straightened times, buy a referendum, get one free. Every little helps.