Our seventh Sunday outpouring of sanctimony and self-righteous morality to be taken as seriously as the Economist’s ‘Skintland’ cover
A GAUNT Wolf was almost dead with hunger when he happened to meet a Corporate-House-dog who was passing by.
“Ah, Cousin,” said the Corporate-House-dog. “I knew how it would be; your irregular life will soon be the ruin of you. Why do you not work steadily as I do, and get your food regularly given to you?”
“I would have no objection,” said the Wolf, “if I could only get a place.”
“I will easily arrange that for you,” said the Corporate-House-dog; “come with me to my master and you shall share my work.”
So the Wolf and the Corporate-House-dog went towards the warehouse together. On the way there the Wolf noticed that the hair on a certain part of the Corporate-House-dog’s neck was very much worn away, so he asked him how that had come about.
“Oh, it is nothing,” said the Corporate-House-dog. “That is only the place where the collar is put on during work to keep me chained up; it chafes a bit, but one soon gets used to it.”
“Is that all?” said the Wolf. “Then good-bye to you, Master Corporate-House-dog.”
Analysis: Forget the idea that this fable is about rejecting the Union even if it meant impoverishment. No, this is a warning that Scotland may become viewed as an easy stomping ground for corporate governance as witnessed by new Amazon employment ‘opportunities’ in Fife. Sun King Alex of Salmond’s silence on the matter of Corporation Tax and Corporate responsibility regarding working practise, gives no greater resonance to the cry and moral of this fable: “Better starve free than be a fat corporate slave.”
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