With the Bonnie Wingham Scottish Festival upon us in a few days, what better time will there ever be for our government to improve the lot of the permanently emotionally scarred descendants of the early Scottish pioneers.
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Impoverished souls, banished to Botany Bay by the lords and lairds of a harsh British regime, they struggled to survive in a harsh strange land, leaving us to ponder the sacred sites of Bunyah, Killawarra, Burrell Creek and Pampoolah where they toiled from sunrise to the murk.
As we travel the high and low roads of these places of our dreamtime we reflect on our lot. We don our kilts and wear the endless questions relating to sporrans or what or whatever we might have in our wardrobes to wear under our kilts.
We wear the scorn of those who cruelly accuse us of having short arms and deep pockets when it is time to shout (not that our kilts have pockets) and shrink in fear when non Celtic scoundrels lean in on us endeavoring to detect a trace of the fumes of the water of the gods - single malt whisky.
What we cry out for is constitutional representation in our government, realising that having a prime minister of Scottish descent in Malcolm Turnbull is not enough gun for our cause.
What we cry out for is politically correct burghers to acknowledge that on public occasions that they are on the traditional sites of the Murrays, Camerons, Polsons, McDonalds, Cowans, Craigs, Scots, Moors, Summervilles, Buddles and Buckleys.
And indeed they are sacred sites as we hold the old selection papers and parchment deeds.
We demand nothing less than that our glorious flag be not entangled in the Union Jack but that it stands proudly on its own flag pole in all schools and other public premises and parks.
We demand that at the commencement of local, state and commonwealth government sittings that a communal taking of a wee dram of single malt whisky by all members be observed while a piper on the great highland bagpipes renders "Amazing Grace".
So, as our mob gather in our pain on the Central Park at Wingham next Saturday, we call for an uprising, we call for understanding in our agony of spirit, we call for action.
So during the grand opening parade on Saturday let us all join together with our war cry;"Whanna we want? Justice. Whennawewanit? Now!!!"