Trump showed physical courage when he got to his feet again after being shot in Butler a year ago,
Now he must show moral courage
He must refuse to be blackmailed if he is indeed being blackmailed over material in the Epstein files as it seems. It does not matter what terrible things he has done in the past, no seriously Scottish person, as he claims to do on his trip back to Scotland, would allow themselves to be blackmailed, controlled, enslaved by failures and errors of the past.
Moral courage is reuquired.
That is a higher courage.
If his mother was indeed seriously scottish she would be ashamed not so much by any paedophilia, shameful as it no doubt would be to a mother for a son to harm children in such a sick way. But by his moral cowardice in refusing to own up to it and for allowing himself to be blackmailed into becoming a traitor. His mother would know the worst word in the language of the Scots and Irish is traitor.
Let that word sink into Trump as visits Scotland, amid the Epstein scandal and speculation he is, indeed, a traitor to the American Republic and people, who has tricked his way into office, to serve hidden leaders who have blackmail material on him.
Let that word sink into Trump as he walks on Scottish soil, sees the Epstein signs around his golf course, hears the protestors, moves around on the land of his hard pressed scottish ancestors, themselves victims of traitors of their time during the Highland Clearances which saw most of the MacLeod clan, to which his mother belonged, deprived of their friendly, fruitful land in the beautiful, spectacular Scottish highlands with its rich forests and multitude of rivers and lakes full of salmon and other fish. Where millions of Scots lived until the Highland clearances, including the MacLeods, Trump s mother s family, now there are only a few empty, vast estates like Balmoral owned by th Windsors and a few landlords. The British crown took it but they were helped by the treacherous members within the clans, who switched sides.
The parellels with the Epstein blackmail scheme are clear.
The evil British king has not sent an army to America but he seems to have helped set up a blackmail ring to corrupt many key figures, organized that his traitor becomes president and his team to do his bidding, to enslave, loot and destroy America from within.
Trump is now identified as a traitor, a blackmailed, weak and despicable traitor for the brish crown, for king Charles, Pr Andew and his cronies, trying to overthrow the American Republic, as a traitor who has tricked his way into office to disenfranchise voters and overthrow democracy and justice.
RFK Jr, seems to be another disgraceful traitor to his irish family, his uncle JFK and RFK, and another one on Epstein s list.
I am someone who went to Edinburgh university, which is seriously Scottish.
My mother was born in Dublin, Ireland, which is seriously scottish in the sense that the Romans did not distinguish between Ireland and Scotland. The Romans called Scotland and Ireland the same name becausethey are the same people with the same language Gaelic.
My grandfather from Donegal, northern Ireland, would go in the summer when he was a teenager to stay with relatives in Scotland to work on their farm. It is just a short trip by boat. There was a constant coming and going between the "clans".
The Gaelic Scots and Irish are one people with one language.
I do not know his mothe, a MacLeod from the island of Lewis, but if she was seriously scottish she would turn in her grave. She would be grieved beyond measure to have a son who was a traitor, who assisted the evil Crown which butchered, pillaged, raped, killed, looted and stole the land of the millions Scots, including the MacLeods, during the Highland clearances and using the most corrupt and evil members of the clans themselves.
We must remember how the British crown accomplished their evil purpose. They did not march in so much with soldiers. They found and bribed the most corrupt members of the clans to enslave, loot the rest.
It was some MacLeod from within the fine clan of noble people who betrayed the others, took the bribe from the Crown and allied himself with some thugs and pushed the rest of the clan off the land, to the islands like Lewis, to take the land for himself. Some low life thug from within the MacLeod clan who pushed families like his mothers from the rich, friendly, fertile parts of Scotland with their woods and streams filled with fish to an almost barren island as they grabbed everything for themselves helped by the Crown in return for obedience.
It was a weak, treacherous member inside the MacLeod clan who was approached in secret by the Crown, who took the bag of silver, who betrayed Trumps ancestors, beat them off their land, forced them to the barren isle of Lewis and so forced his grandfathr to go fishing on the wild and dangerous Atlantic seas for a living, where he died, like so many others, at a young age, leaving his mother destitute and compelling her to go to America to make a living as a humiliated, vulnerable servant to whoever paid her a few dollars, far from her home, far from her family and all those she loved and who would have protected her if they could have, who would have cherished her if they could have, who would have given her the best if they could have.
Far away in Manhattan, in DC, in Palm Beach, the word traitor may mean little. Where money rules, where the consumer mindset governs, every crime, every treachery can be justified.
But this is not the Scottish or Irish mindset.
Trump must come to his senses.
He must rouse within himself the spirit of the true Scot and refuse to be bribed or blackmailed into being a traitor no matter what the cost to him personally, even if it means prison, death row. He must be ready to say No to his blackmailers, he will not bow to them, he will not go down in history and die as the lowest of the low, as a traitor.
We are seriously scottish when we refuse to be an animal,
when we refuse to be degraded,
when our minds energize our lives (Aristotle, Metaphysics Bk 12),
when we look at the stars above us and are amazed,
when we look into our hearts at the moral law within us and are amazed (Kant),
when we realize we are unique and special in our own humble way like every other human being,
when we hold our heads up high,
when we defend the right of others to hold their heads up just as high,
when we do not get lost in the by ways and labyrinthe of the big city and are not tantalized by bright lights,
we are seriously scottish.
If we do get lost in the world of materialism, consumerism, cyncism, we are not seriously scottish.
If we pride ourselves on mere money and not on ethics we are not seriously scottish.
For everyone can get money
But virtue requires effort, personal effort.
If we understand the cost of everything and the value of nothing, we have betrayed our heritage, for our heritage is spiritual, idealism. That is our scottish heritage. It is spiritual gold
And it is a special heritage.
The Scots are the ultimate antidote to the Big Brother and 1984 They are the individual who will not bow down to the false idol, who will not be stamped, numbered and filed away in a bureaucratic system (Patrick McGoohan, The Prisoner)
They are the ones who tell Big Brother two plus two is four.
Jump off the cliff if you do not like it, bro.
They are the ones who refuse the Nazi super race, DNA genius nonsense as the delusional clap trap, ideological fig leaf and pseudo justification for crimes of the materially minded moron and greedmerchant which it so obviously is to any thinking person.
If they are impressed by mere quantity of things, by lots of money, by lots of yachts, by lots of jets, lots golden cherubs, lots of sky scrapers, and not by quality of character, then they are actually the enemy of the Scots.
For spiritually and materially minded people are at war.
They are on opposite sides in an implacable fight to life or death.
There can be no compromise
I have come not to make peace but war, said Jesus Christ.
When we sew into the hem of our jacket a scrap of paper with the the word fire like Blaise Pascal, on a dark and stormy night,for no one to see, but only for us to have with us constantlt, to energize our minds, the word
fire,
Christ,
imperfect humans,
before a perfect God,
an all merciful, kind, loving and even fun loving God,
we are seriously scottish.
When we look out at black, wild and raging seas and crashing waves on a stormy night and everything seems hopeless,
and when we still say we will cross that tumultous sea without knowing if there is land on the other side,
and we do go out to sea, do reach the other side
because a mysterious power helps us,
we are seriously scottish.
When we summon up our last strength, our last courage when our backs are against the wall,
when we say I do not care what you do, that s up to you,
I have made my mind up,
I will not do what is wrong,
I will not go along with it. Period.
Then, we are serioulsy scottish.
When we feel the pain of others as our own,
when our hearts are pierced and grieve at the pain of others,
when we cannot bear to betray another human being and be the cause of their death, degradation, suffering, when we cannot bear to see others deprived of their dreams and their dignitiy, when we have a kind word, an encouraging word for others, when we know that kind word may be worth more to another soul than gold,
we are seriously scottish
When we are knocked down, and get up again instantly, as Trump did at Butler, we are seriously scottish.
When we fail and fail again and do not give up, when we accept the punishment which is justly meted out to us for our failures, and honestly say, we deserve it but we will learn and do better, when we prefer to fail reaching for the ideal than to tell ourselves lies, when we know the lies are unworthy of us and only the truth is worthy of us, when we would rather bend to the truth than bend the truth to us, when we never forget the stories our mothers told us as children, when their brave examples remind us we fight to win and we do expect to win no matter what the odds, as they won, when the stories of our past are stories of victories,
we are seriously scottish.
When we ask about the purpose of life, ask about life after death, when we take trouble to understand ideas when no one pays us or praises us and there is no reward at all for our quest for knowledge, when we love knowledge for its own sake we are seriously scottish.
For Scotland is the home of several of the most ancient universities in the world.
It is not too late for Trump to reach for the stars. His mother would certainly wish it if she was seriously Scottish. She would wish he finds peace. And she would tell him there is no peace without honesty and without respect and understanding for others.
He can resign, quit, tell his handlers their time of bullying him is over. He will die his own man, a free man.
He will not bow down, bend his knee, beg before an evil handler or blackmailer any more. He will accept his responsibility for what he did.
If his grandfather Donald found the courage to set off to fish on the truly wild, fearsome Atlantic ocean, and his mother to sail to America with barely a cent in her pocket, he can find the courage to refuse any blackmail from the wicked Crown or othr handlers.
If they insist, he can also put them in prison, tell all.
It is up to him. He is a free man and no blackmailer can turn him into a slave unless he cooperates in his enslavement.
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