The JJ Files represent an opportunity to revisit some of the pieces which sparked robust debate in the Sitonfence Speakeasy. It is a showcase of my work. Should any lurkers wish to contribute having revisited my work, they can add their names to the forty-two who rallied to support our site. Forty-two from a regular daily audience of 8,000 to 10,000, whom revisit our site on three or four occasions to read the insightful comments. They could also be perceived as the precursor to the paywall that I’m considering. A paywall where each article costs 65p to access, which is the cover price of a Daily Rectum. To my business-trained mind the sports hacks are completely out of their depth when it comes to court cases and the corruption at Rangers, Rangers Lite, the SFA & the SPFL. This site can pierce the corporate veil.
Other than their award-winning Sports journalist, Keith Jackson, who writes a column once per week, they are not worth the candle. I have been quick to criticise Mr Jackson for the shocking lie that all Lite players were assaulted by the marauding Hibs fans in the aftermath of a Scottish Cup Final. This was a blatatant reproduction of James Traynor’s poisoned rhetoric at its worse. When left to his own devices he can be entertaining if light fare is your bag.
The showcase of articles will be free at the point of delivery. During this consultation period I will solicit the views of my readers apropos the 65p access charge. I have pegged the price to appeal to the unwaged. I may reintroduce the Sunday Supplement, on demand, so that the unwaged can keep apprised of developments for 65p per week.
The following article was published as: Imagine There’s No Rangers.
During what became know as ‘The Journey’ did anyone other than those who attend Ibrox via muscle-memory actually miss Rangers?
1. Did one miss the mass unfettered anti-Irish racism?
2. Did one miss the veneration of a Ku Klux Klan leader who successfully pursued an agenda of slashing and maiming Irish émigrés?
3. Did one miss those who mock a potato famine and invite the Pope to have sexual congress with himself?
4. Did one miss the naked apartheid that is Monkey Mimicry?
5. Did one miss the challenge of Scott Brown on the field of play by an individual who exposed himself to an eleven years old girl as she walked down the street with her mother?
6. Did one miss the anti-Irish festival that is Forces Day?
7. Did one miss the lie that a renascent club can claim the titles won by a club that no longer exists.
8. Did one miss how a club in clear breach of FFP regulations is given a green light to participate in UEFA tournaments by a corrupt SFA?
Point 8 is a reprise of the corruption which occurred with the former club which played at Ibrox in 2011. Are the aforementioned points the symptoms of a deep-rooted Sectarian malaise at the former club that now find an outlet for their recidivism in Charles Green’s basket of assets, Rangers Lite?
Could one change the song from :
‘No-one likes us, we don’t care’ to:
‘No-one cares about us as we are largely irrelevant and beneath their contempt?’
Should we be rallying round the new club and hugging ‘bears’ in the street? Forgive me if I for one demur, although many of my best friends and family members are Rangers fans whom I would not hesitate to hug. The perceived wisdom is that the majority of Rangers fans are decent God-fearing family men, but if that is the case why do they transform into what Donald Findlay referred to as ’90 minute bigots’.
Mr. Findlay is now engaging in lifting the rocks on the Ibrox cesspool. One now finds that The Rangers Juggernaut that cut a swathe through Scottish Football was actually a debt-addled junkie on skid row. The methadone was supplied by an odious cabal of Masons at The Bank of Scotland. If anyone has any savings in this Rangers-facing casino, in all its guises, I suggest they withdraw them immediately. Starve the bastards who provided the armaments to assassinate fair play in Scottish Football.
The debt-addled junkie may have visited the Salvation Army and be born again, but I’m not anticipating any Christian fellowship any time soon.
Is Rangers Lite a club run by pariahs for pariahs?
There are those who excuse the systemic criminal behaviour by stating that Rangers Lite merely reflects the social mores of the community it represents. I disagree. Rangers Lite fans the flames and reinforces the recidivist attitudes.
I note that Alex Thomson of Channel Four has been tipped off that the SFA won’t act to strip titles should The Supreme Court uphold the Inner Houses’ ruling that EBT were instruments of tax evasion. If that is the case a root and branch clear out of the SFA is required. At the very least starve the SFA of funds by not supporting the fiasco that is our National team. Let the mendacious piece of shit that is Stewart Regan and Continuation Doncaster know that their days are numbered at The Scottish Cup Final.
I am a late convert to the case for title-stripping. I took the view that Rangers had gone to the wall and that there was no point in flogging a dead horse. However I did not figure on the lie of Continuation having traction and SMSM critical mass. The Continuation Lie underpins the ‘We are The People Supremacy’ at Ibrox.
This supremacy is however built on the sand of tax evasion and a myth that has been exposed time and time again in the highest courts in Scotland. Rangers Lite are not the club formed in 1872 which was incorporated in 1899. If Third Lanark was rejuvenated and chose to play at Ibrox in light blue, could they make a cogent claim for the history of Rangers?
The idea is preposterous. Scottish Football was fine when the new club was in the wilderness. There was a better distribution of titles and higher attendances. The insidious influence of the gaming industry was not a factor in what many will look back upon as The Halcyon Days of Scottish Football.
During ‘The Journey’ we were led to believe that the new club would make friends along the way. All they did was appal a new audience. If the PFA Scotland Awards are indicative, Rangers Lite are largely irrelevant.