You won’t find me dropping dead in a Jobcentre after being declared “fit for work”, or lying on a hospital floor because Tories can’t afford to buy beds. You won’t find me polishing the shoes of a racist lunatic who refuses to acknowledge the Celtic right to self determination and independence. You won’t find me saluting a paedophile establishment that has covered up its crimes for as long as we can remember, while today, rape is effectively decriminalized because… you guessed it, Tories can’t afford to pay cops. You won’t find me bowing to an unelected monarch who wants to claim a poverty grant and buy herself a $7.9m apartment in New York, all the while laughing off her daughter in law’s death with the words, “Someone must have greased the brakes”. You won’t find me singing the national anthem of a country whom’s self proclaimed “greatness” is founded upon the colonisation and persecution of innocent and defenceless indigenous people across the world. You won’t find me looking up the word “stupid” in an English dictionary because everyday a fascist looks at me that way. You won’t find me walking amongst a society which has not a single Holy Nun to its name and whom’s definition of religious culture is giving lip service to a smart phone. You won’t find me in “great” Britain. This is Panceltainia. This is The United Sovereign States Of Europe.