We want a better future for Scotland, not a future where a UK government decides on military action with no parliamentary vote.
Just a reminder that literally nearly all the UK’s nukes and missiles are stored in Scotland.
That’s why the British government is so against their independence.
If they leave the UK, they’re going to leave them completely powerless in regards to nuclear weapons and missiles.
I mean, the weapons are American, and we need American permission to use them.
Think it’s more that they would prefer to not have them based in England as it would be too much of a danger to the local population, Scots however, are totally expendable.
The world’s most powerful wind turbine has just been installed off of the coast of Aberdeen.
One full rotation of the V164-8.8 can power the average home in Scotland for a full day. That is an incredible step for the company Vattenfall and for Scottish renewables.
Mark Alexander Boyd, Scottish poet, Latin Scholar and soldier of fortune died on April 10th 1601
He was born in Ayrshire, and was educated under the care of his uncle, the Archbishop of Glasgow.
Boyd left Scotland for France as a young man. There he studied civil law. He took part in the religious wars of the League, fighting on the Catholic side during the civil war.
He had two collections of Latin poems published, in 1590 and 1592, at a time when he was in south-west France. He returned to Scotland only at the end of his life.
According to what I can find he only wrote one poem in Scots, a sonnet which was attributed to him in 1900. It’s a wee cracker of a poem though.
Sonet of Venus and Cupid by Mark Alexander Boyd.
Fra banc to banc, fra wod to wod, I rin Ourhailit with my feble fantasie, Lyk til a leif that fallis from a trie Or til a reid ourblawin with the wind. Twa gods gyds me: the ane of tham is blind, Ye, and a bairn brocht up in vanitie; The nixt a wyf ingenrit of the se, And lichter nor a dauphin with hir fin.
Unhappie is the man for evirmair That teils the sand and sawis in the aire; Bot twyse unhappier is he, I lairn, That feidis in his hairt a mad desyre, And follows on a woman throw the fyre, Led be a blind and teichit be a bairn.
On April 6th April 6 1998 the celebration of Tartan Day was approved by the US Senate, in recognition of the monumental achievements and invaluable contributions made by Scottish Americans.
2018 marks the 20th anniversary of the annual Tartan Day Parade in New York as part of Scotland Week. Led by a Grand Marshal, the parade will bring together pipers and drummers from all over the world. This years Grand Marshal is Scottish singer-songwriter KT Tunstall.
Past marshals have include Sir Sean Connery, Scots-born actors Brian Cox, Kevin McKidd, Alan Cumming and Sam Heughan, and former New York City Mayor, Michael Bloomberg.
No longer a Tartan “Day” over the years it has been expanded into a week-long programme of events promoting Scotland in North America, apart from Haggis, because it’s banned in the US!
I know in the show it’s suppressed but i remember i saw another post doing this and i really can’t ignore the acccent + the fact that scottish twitter exists.
Check this bellend who doesnae ken that Scots, and indeed all “improper” dialects an accents ay English, arenae incompatible wi intelligence oar eloquence ay expression
(I mean, the original post insnae exactly the most poetic ay thoughts, but neither’s fuckin off tae bed wioot gien yer mate a cover, whit the fuck’s wrang wi you, were you raised in a fuckin shed)
it’s a real trip that Europeans are so snotty about perceived ‘weirdness’ in other cultures given that their own ancestors did some really weird shit. I mean in Scotland alone aside from the Ballachulish Goddess there’s the Cladh Hallan skeletons, all those vitrified forts (which we literally still haven’t a clue whether the forts were burnt by accident or on purpose and either way we still haven’t managed to even recreate anything to help explain it), the weird association of specific Orkney tombs with specific animals, Maes Howe and it’s incredible mathematical dimensions not to mention the frankly bizarre number of stone circles literally EVERYWHERE across the entirety of the nation.
that’s not even thinking about the stuff relating to head hunting, votive offerings thrown into bogs and lakes across northern europe and, of course, the triple death bog bodies
to clarify: what makes the cladh hallan skeletons weird is that they’re actually bog bodies.
basically after they were excavated and sent off for analysis someone decided to look at the cross section of the skeletons. and when they did that they found out that there was very distinct evidence of them having been left in a bog to pickle for a good while (at the very least decades, probably more than a hundred or so years if I recall). they’d then been taken out of the bog and at some point reburied in normal soils. But before they’d been reburied, the bodies had been taken apart or had fallen apart. So now when we look at them, we don’t see a skeleton of a man. we see a skeleton that has the skull, mandible and body from three different men that died at different points between 1500 BC and 1260BC. Three men from three different centuries were incorporated into one.
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