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Labour & Tory - Two Cheeks Of The Same Arse

..I will always support the right of a Scottish Government to govern Scotland. Not being a member of the SNP, I never feel the need to defend the current government, they're big enough to do so themselves.

What I will always attack is the pretence that the "Labour" Party is in any way progressive or on the side of working people. They made their alliance with the Tories and they are most certainly "better together".

No doubt half their Shadow Cabinet will defy their leader and vote with the Tories to bomb Syria. Their "opposition" (or otherwise) to Trident simply allows any of them to face both ways.

Their "opposition" to austerity in Scotland is a joke. It consists of getting a few cooncillors on expenses to picket Holyrood and blame the Scottish Government.

One could suggest they actually fight the Tories, but that would be too difficult and expose their unionist flank.

Who you vote for is up to you, but don't have any illusions that "Labour" is anything other than just another flag-waving unionist party.

Labour or Tory. Two cheeks of the same arse.

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