A gentle reminder to all that when you say Scotland "willingly" joined the Union, you mean English-educated and English-born aristocrat landowners in possession of vast swathes of land in Scotland agreed to join the Union, without input from the actual people of Scotland.
It is perfectly possible to point out the injustices the Crown has dismissively inflicted on Wales without throwing Scotland under the bus.
Stating that Scotland joined the Union willingly does not accurately reflect the historical facts of the situation.
By "Scotland", you're referring to English-educated / English-born aristocrats holding titles and lands in Scotland, often bestowed by the English Crown.
Saying Scotland agreed to the Union is like saying "Scotland" agreed to the Clearances.
Here's the context to this tweet, which is being misused to suggest I defend white nonces. It is a sarcastic reference to the fact that such an erotic sappic noir vampire film already exists, starring David Bowie alongside Catherine Deneuve and Susan Sarandon.
The Hunger is famous for its erotic depiction of two beautiful women, one of whom is a vampire played by Catherine Deneuve, seducing Susan Sarandon.
This was what I was referring to.
Unfortunately a Twitter trawler is holding it up as proof I defend white sexual abusers.
I loved David Bowie. I LOVED him. He was my favourite. Then I found out he was a nonce.
So there are tweets from a few years ago etc in which I talk about how much I fancy him.
The Twitter trawler is holding these up as evidence too.
Not your childhood bully frequently tweeting "Be Kind" 👀
I really feel adults who were teenage bullies should reach out to apologise to their victims before tweeting things like "Be Kind"
To be fair, she *tried* to bully me once by falsely reporting me for bulemia, so during badminton I told the boy she fancied that she'd just bought Songs About Jane by Maroon 5.
Man: Hey, sorry, can we do this another time? I've got to be home at a specific time.
Me: Let me stop you there. No. You cancelled and rescheduled five times. Bye.
Him: ... Um, my nanna just went into hospital. I said I'd phone her at 8.
Me: ... Oh.
Lesson learned. Always listen to the sixth excuse lest you become the villain of the story
Five. Times. He's cancelled and rescheduled this five times. Three months have passed since we agreed to go on a date.
Now history will record me as the dickhead, not him. That's so frustrating.