Scottish Independence

Aye, the damned English will gain from the European Union budget cuts, while the poor bloody Scots will lose out! So the Scottish Nationalists, those pedlars of resentment and hate, would have us believe.
Nobody knows for sure if Scotland would be richer if it were separated from other British countries or richer if it remained a part of the United Kingdom.
From my own point of view, I would be glad to see the break up of the United Kingdom if it led to the end of military adventures and bombs of shock and awe.
It seems sensible for the different areas of the United Kingdom to decouple from both London and the European Union, and to trade with the world instead. Membership of the European Union centres the entire British isles on the South East, an area which has long historical links to Northern France, the Low Countries and Germany. 
Unfortunately, Newcastle,  Liverpool, Glasgow, Belfast, Leeds and so on have become provincial backwaters, the moribund hinterland of Great London.
Though there are very good reasons to break up the United Kingdom, it would be sad to see the frontier guards at Gretna Green. After all, my distant ancestors in Yorkshire were the same people as the ancestors of the people of Edinburgh, a city that has always been English speaking.
The Scots, like most modern nations, are a created people, a variety of tribes and cultures that happen to live under the same government. In the fourteenth century there was a larger split between the Gaelic Highlanders and the English speaking Lowlanders than between the Lowlanders and the northern English.
And in modern times there was a larger split still between the Protestant Scots and the Catholic Scots, who were often seen as intruders, bringing their Catholic culture from Ireland.
Indeed, if anything cemented the United Kingdom together over the three centuries of Union it was the common Protestant heritage, with its heavy low church emphasis both in Scotland and in the manufacturing parts of England and Ireland.
But the Protestant culture that distinguished us from the Europe of Catholic despots is all but destroyed.
The glue that stuck us together has gone forever.
In its place we have been left with nothing. If we have no gods, we have no culture to call our own.
Indeed, England and Scotland are more similar than ever before, but it isn’t a shared culture that keeps us together, but an absence of culture that lets us fall apart.
Scottish nationalism is the petty spiteful ideology of  a managerial class that is terrified by its own uniformity. It is a negative self pitying nationalism, an absence of pride.
In the desert of uniformity they look for a mirage of identity and yearn for their own military bureaucratic complex.
People who have lost the identity that work or religion or region once gave them have become one homogeneous blob. They can only identify themselves as ‘not English’, the Other that they hate.
They yearn for a Big Mother of their own, the tired response of a dying culture