It's pretty much accepted that the referendum vote was swung at the last minute by the Vow (whoever wrote it … no one seems to want to take responsibility) and Gordon Brown's promises of federal, home rule, devo max.
Up till then the dismal performance of negativity from Brown's arch rival, Darling and his team, had succeeded in reducing what had started out as a clear and massive NO majority, to pretty well evens... (and some say that private polling for the No campaign showed YES at around 54/55% in the last week.
Given that we had a just cause (a nation wishing to be independent) and a good argument (economic, cultural and social), I always expected the divide to narrow, and of course I hope to win. it did and we didn't.
Given that we were up against the British government and British establishment, as corrupt and venal a group of people as any you’ll meet anywhere, and whose self preservation instinct is legend, I always expected something to happen at the end of the campaign to ensure their victory and the continuation of their way of life as it has always been over the centuries.
I must admit I had anticipated the outbreak of war, or a massive terrorist attack, on Edinburgh maybe, our capital saved from disaster by MI5 taking a day off from protecting the perverts and “our brave BRITISH boys”... I even predicted somewhere that the death of a senior member of the royal family, conveniently taking place in the last few days of the campaign might mean that it had to be delayed as the country, for reasons of tradition rather than affection, went into deep mourning.
In the end it was far simpler than that. Showing predictable and total disregard for truth, which is no more nor less than I expect of the Brits (you see I call THEM Brits because I genuinely think of them as foreigners), they led us to believe that they would grant what they had always denied… what Cameron had gone out of his way to hail as his victory over Salmond… Devo (super) max.
The cunning, sly prime minister even had the failed ex-prime minister, Gordon Brown, make the promise on his behalf, knowing that it would be broken and the blame would fall on him. (I suspect that Brown’s abiding hatred for Darling convinced him to go along with this. Succeeding at the 11th hour where Darling had failed must have been an enormous temptation.)
No wonder they were called the Perfidious Albion.
A constitutional commission was then given a couple of months to come up with a settlement after consulting with the widest range of Scottish life... and were, the Rev Stuart Campbell calculates, able to give as much as 47 seconds to each submission they received, no matter how long they were. (How insulting to those of us who spend days writing up their submissions.)
Then, before reporting its findings to the people of Scotland, the work of the Commission had to be run past the likes of Duncan Smith and May. And they were allowed to water it down. Before WE saw even it.
So much for an independent commission.
And all of this before it goes before the House of Commons, the House of Lords and then the Scottish Parliament.
And now these Brits want us to get over it... accept that we lost.
The London establishment live in a world of royalty, aristocrats, fancy dress Ruritanian costumes, unbounded privilege and expenses pretending that they still exist in the days of the empire and that they are important world statespeople.
A total fantasy world, because in reality they are the puppets of the American administration strutting around the world two paces being Obama, and being sniggered at by everyone from China to Tuvalu.
Well, maybe reality is just about to give them a good hard kick in the arse.