High Stakes Poker at Rangers Lite

With all possible respect to Hamilton, who at one time invited your humble author to train with them, no-one really expected them to prevail when Pedro’s caravan rolled into town. Was it business as usual for the supremacists from the south side of Glasgow with their incessant sectarian soundtrack?  The 4-1 scoreline suggests a comfortable evening but this flatters Rangers Lite. If Hamilton had been more clinical and Foderingham less agile, the Accies would have earned the accolades and a much needed point. Better teams will expose the weaknesses in the Lite defence.

Should one assume that all is well in Auchenhowie as Kenny Miller trains with the Under 20s? Square-Go informed Miller on Monday he had no problem with him then stuck the boot in on Thursday. He’s fallen out with Rossiter too.

Will Pedro be casting his foreign charges in an amateur production of Jesus Christ Superstar?

Far be it for me to be a spectre at the feast but my mole who provided the entire Lite first team five hours prior to the visit of Celtic; and apprised my readers of the schism between Miller and Caixinha prior to the SMSM having a sniff of it, has reverted to me with some disconcerting news.

Park Senior and Junior are not on speaking terms. The former is spitting blood at the money his son spent on the Mendes second-stringers. Park Senior has decided to let Graeme twist in the wind for being played as a fool by the silver-tongued agent.

If truth be told Rangers Lite are currently trading whilst insolvent. 

I have many readers with an accountancy bent. They might point at Ibrox and opine that if push came to shove this asset could be converted into cash to cover the burgeoning debts. Allow me to disabuse them of this notion. When Charles Green bought the stadium in a job lot in 2012 the quantum that changed hands was not sufficient to pay Chick Young’s lap-dancing tab.

Rangers Lite are technically insolvent.

 

The odious Andrew Dickson is fully aware of their plight but won’t be sharing his news with the bare-nippled brigade at Hampden. MD Robertson is keeping shtum at the SPFL. There is a poker game going on between the career criminal and Douglas Park.

 

King thinks Park Senior is bluffing and will step in to the fiduciary breach. Park is not buying King’s assertion that his money cannot be moved out of South Africa. Park Senior has been informed that squirrel-nutkin King has spirited away a significant quantum in Hong Kong and is playing ‘silly buggers.

Of course King’s reluctance to part with his ill-gotten gains is understandable. There’s a cold wind blowing his way. His tenure as the chairman of RIFC plc is as insecure as Caixinha’s coat-peg.

The deck seems to be stacked against Lite. Who will blink first? What happens if no-one blinks?

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The Imposter at Ibrox

I exclusively revealed  that Kenny Miller was sent home from Sunday training prior to the League Cup QF on Tuesday of last week.. He was instructed to take an enforced leave of absence. Five hours prior to the kick-off on Saturday I exclusively revealed the Rangers Lite team and the conspicuous absence of Miller from the starting eleven.

On the touchline and in the tunnel on Saturday,  Mr Bean called Scott Brown “A Fucking Cheat”  and then challenged both Brown and Kennedy to fight while hiding behind the skirts of his assistants like the pouting pansy that we know him to be. Bullfighter? He would probably wave the red flag at the bull’s arse then take cover when it let off.

Let’s all do the chocolate teapot.”

Caixinha is an imposter. He is as useful as a pantomime horse in a rodeo. Kenny Miller knows that Bean is a fraud who is way out of his depth. His latest attempt at an excuse for his ineptitude is not fooling anyone. Cackhanded Caixinha has not earned the respect of the Scottish players. He has no right to demand it.

Irrespective of tonight’s result, Square-Go Pedro will continue to be on borrowed time. He will be gone before the clocks go back in October.

Will the players throw the game to expedite his departure? Nothing would surprise me at the Citadel of Match Fixing.

 

Operation Vesuvius

OPERATION VESUVIUS :

JAMES JOHN XXX

SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS

ראה הוזהרת

7.62mm”

 

The latest threat, which arrived in my postbag this morning, includes both Hebrew and Latin. The Hebrew translates to “Be Warned.”

The Latin : “Thus always to tyrants.”

I referred to Wikipedia for an explanation of 7.62mm:

7.62 mm caliber is a nominal caliber used for a number of different cartridges. Historically, this class of cartridge was commonly known as .30 caliber, the Imperial unit equivalent, and was most commonly used for indicating a class of full power military main battle rifle (MBR) cartridges.”

This military assault rifle uses 7.62mm cartridges

The threat came from:

Saxe-Coburg
regnumdefende@gov.uk
91.134.232.48

As threats go it’s a refreshing break from the norm of well-wishers who suggest that cancer is too good for me. He/they have gone so far as to give his/their operation a name. The e-mail is indicative of someone using a military server, but it may be fake.

However the IP could well be genuine and should be traced. Police Scotland monitor this site. Will they identify the men behind Operation Vesuvius and bring them to justice? The caliber of the weapon he/they threaten to use removes any doubt that this is a death threat.

Tarred With A Sectarian Brush

Prior to the central thrust of this piece I pause to first of all congratulate Celtic on their outstanding result in Belgium and to look at the schism in Mr Bean’s dressing room. There was a ‘clear the air‘ meeting with the Lite squad on Monday. Square-Go-Pedro, who is currently featuring in a viral video of a confrontation with another manager where the bull-shit fighter clearly drops his spuds, decided to take the bull by its horns on Monday. He accused the Scottish contingent of not welcoming his team and the foreign players to Auchenhowie. He accused Dorrans of not following instructions when he passed the captain’s armband to Miller. His ferocity took the players who openly deride him by surprise. However it won’t change their recalcitrance as Caixinha has one foot out of the Auchenhowie door.

Someone at the Record desk then leaked the story to Slim Shady Traynor who duly turned the fractious narrative on its head, via a friendly website,  with a calming balm of a positive meeting and everyone now pulling in the same direction. The spinning in Scottish football is more industrious than the play on the park.

I digress. The title of this piece should have given the game away. The anti-hero of this narrative is none other than Phil Macgiollabhain. I can assure readers that my article will not be coloured by Phil Mac’s injudicious comment that your humble correspondent is ‘heroically in exile.‘ This from a man who chooses to comment on Scottish football while safely ensconced in Donegal. For the record Mr. Macgiollabhain if I return from exile and elude those who are conspiring to assassinate me, my elderly and infirm parents will be targeted. I could really go to town on you buddy, but I won’t. Suffice to say that should we ever find ourselves in the same room, at an awards ceremony for example, I can promise you a robust rebuttal of your comment.

Phil Mac and I are of the opinion that those who venerate a Ku Klux Klan chapter founder, Billy Fullerton, are tarred with the same Klan brush. The Klan are a group of knuckle-dragging bigots who prefer a primordial swamp of Fenian blood of a 1690 vintage to the 21st century. Phil Mac’s perspective led to a lobby group who had solicited his views issuing the following statement to distance themselves from the lay member of the NUJ:

 

SRtRC clarity on meeting with Phil MacGiollaBhain

SEPTEMBER 26, 2017 IN SCOTLAND

“Campaign Manager Nicola Hay spoke to Phil Mac Giolla Bhain on Saturday afternoon and they agreed to meet up to discuss anti-Irish racism as well as the historical context on the back of our research findings.

Phil Mac Giolla Bhain is not working for, or volunteering with, Show Racism the Red Card.

Prior to the meeting, we knew that Phil had previously criticised the organisation’s efforts to tackle anti-Irish racism and having previously received complaints from members of the public that not enough is being done, Show Racism the Red Card would like to address the issue.

During the meeting, a number of issues were discussed.

Both Nicola and Phil spoke about Marriage Equality, LGBTQI Rights, Women’s Rights, Anti-Irish Racism, Poverty Inequality and a sense to address injustice.

Following the meeting, concerned members of the public highlighted a number of articles and references made by Phil in his writing.

The Scottish team have now read through the articles and we are concerned by some of the offensive language used in labelling a group of people. Whilst we understand that Phil has been the victim of racism and that he wants to address anti-Irish racism, we do not feel that the approach he takes is constructive in terms of working across divides.

This morning Nicola called Phil and expressed concern pertaining to the language used in reference to Rangers FC supporters and had a detailed conversation about the key differences between his approach and Show Racism the Red Card’s approach, as we feel it is counter-productive in bridging divides and working toward finding a solution to the problem. To that end, our approaches are incompatible.

Within the meeting, and again during the phone call it was reiterated that we do not label people racist – only a person’s language and behaviour can be racist and through labelling we only further entrench divides, shutting down discourse and the opportunities to find solutions and create a fairer Scotland for All.”

Labels can be tricky. For a lighter touch on a serious topic, allow me to present Peter Cooke’s satirical take on labels:

Derek & Clive –
“Labels”

[ from the album “Ad Nauseam” (1978) ]

CLIVE:
It’s very easy to get muddled up  muddled up, i’n’it?
DEREK:
Ohh, blimey, yeah, oh yeah, hmm.
CLIVE:
An’ I wante-, I wanted to buy some, er, dark glasses, you know.
DEREK:
Oh-h-h yeah, yeah.
CLIVE:
To keep the sun out, an’ that.
DEREK:
(sings:) #Keep the sun out of my eyes
CLIVE:
And, er, they gave me a motorcycle instead.
DEREK:
Tch! Fucking cunts, they-, they gave you a motorcycle?
CLIVE:
Yeah. They didn’t tell me, you know, and  …..
DEREK:
No.
CLIVE:
….. didn’t say what it was, …..
DEREK:
No.
CLIVE:
….. and so, you know, I got home and, er, put the cycle on me ….. nose …..
DEREK:
On your nose, yeah.
CLIVE:
….. and, er, hoped that the, you know, get some shade but it was so fucking heavy those …..
DEREK:
Yeah, right.
CLIVE:
Mine was a huge great Honda, you know.
DEREK:
Yeah, yeah.
CLIVE:
And, er, …..
DEREK:
Well, I suppose it was …..
CLIVE:
….. absolutely useless for getting …..
DEREK:
Well, it ruins your fucking eyes!
CLIVE:
….. keeping the s-, keep the sun out.
DEREK:
Ruins your eyes.
CLIVE:
And then, er, I made another mistake, I-, I jumped on my dark glasses and tried to, you know, zoom up to Kilburn at hundred miles and hour on the dark glasses …..
DEREK:
(laughs)
CLIVE:
….. I was sat on them and, er, didn’t fucking move. I was-, I felt a cunt, you know, I was sitting in the middle of the road on-, o- …..
DEREK:
Trying to rev up on one of the fucking …..
CLIVE:
Trying to rev up on a pair of polaroids, you know.
DEREK:
Yeah, yeah.
CLIVE:
They should, you know, …..
DEREK:
They should fucking label things!
CLIVE:
They should fucking label things.
DEREK:
(clears throat:) Yeah, well, I-, I went to the, er, I went to the, er, the grocers the other day, you know, …..
CLIVE:
Mmm.
DEREK:
….. get some Brussels sprouts. I said, “A pound of Brussels sprouts, please.”
CLIVE:
Yeah.
DEREK:
He gave me a packet of three. And I went home and I, you know, I boiled ’em up.
CLIVE:
Yeah.
DEREK:
And, er, well, I-, you know, Valerie …..
CLIVE:
They-, they-, they taste nothing like Brussels sprouts.
DEREK:
Well, Valerie-, Valerie said nothing and I said nothing, you know, I just-, I put a lot of salt on ’em, an’ that. Luckily they were lubricated otherwise they’d have been really dreadful.
CLIVE:
Yeah.
DEREK:
But I-, you know, if people would label things, take the fucking time out to label things …..
CLIVE:
Yeah, I mean, I bet-, I bet there’s some poor cunt who, you know, got some girl up the spout ’cause he put Brussels sprouts all over his knob …..
DEREK:
Right! Well …..
CLIVE:
….. as a precaution. That’s no fucking good.
DEREK:
Well, there’s Derek Grebe …..
CLIVE:
Derek Grebe?!
DEREK:
Derek-, Derek Grebe, er, went in there to grocers afterwards and he said, “I’ll have a packet of three,” and they gave him a pound of Brussels sprouts.
CLIVE:
Oh, fuck, and so Doreen’s pregnant now.
DEREK:
Right, yeah.
CLIVE:
Well, y-, y-n-, my, er, my Ann. She wanted some lip gloss, you know, we’re going out celebrating that night and, er, she said, you know, “I’ll just have the French Orlain, er, lip gloss,” you know, …..
DEREK:
Yeah, that’s all, that’s …..
CLIVE:
That’s all she asked for.
DEREK:
Yeah, yeah …..
CLIVE:
And, er, they gave her a cement mixer.
DEREK:
Tch.
CLIVE:
And she was distraught, you know, I said, you know, I-, she’s always, you know, late dressing, fiddling around with her hair, and that, you know …..
DEREK:
Ohh, wait a moment, you see, cor, fucking hell, ‘s coming back to me! Two weeks ago, tch, Fred was going to put down a patio outside the backyard …..
CLIVE:
Yeah, I remember that.
DEREK:
….. and, er, I went out there about four hours later, he said he’d been working for about four hours, …..
CLIVE:
Yeah.
DEREK:
….. and there was fucking lip gloss all over the grass.
CLIVE:
Oh, shit, that’s-
DEREK:
That’s probably what’s happened.
CLIVE:
Ob-, Obv-, O-, Obviously th-, err, that’s where …..
DEREK:
There’s been that confusion.
CLIVE:
….. there’s been that confusion.
DEREK:
Christ. Fucking n-. You see if only people would label …..
CLIVE:
If-, if they’d fucking label things you-, y-, y-, you’d know where you were.

 

Does one have to wear a white robe and matching pointy hat to be a member of The Klan or can one go in mufti in a Rangers Lite Retro Replica shirt?  Would it not be fair to conclude that someone who was a staff writer for Sinn Féin would have an informed take on the matter?

Are those whom are quick to complain the same pressure group who railed against his article in The Belfast Telegraph and put so much pressure on The Sun that they canned their planned serialisation of his book, Downfall?

Phil Mac is not Salman Rushdie. He has not penned ‘the best novel of all time‘ or won The Booker Prize. There is no Iranian Fatwa dogging his every step. However his path is being blocked by the bigot Je Suis Graham and his cabal of Continuation Jihadists.

There was no ritual burning of Downfall on Glasgow Green. However the persecution of his editor, Angela Haggerty, resulted in a six months prison sentence for the vile perpetrator.

Book shops were targeted by the unemployed Sons of Strewth advocates who like the overwhelming majority of those who railed against Rushdie had not even read Phil Mac’s oeuvre.

Rangers implosion under £168.6m of debt and tax evasion is well-documented. The team currently playing at Ibrox is not Rangers. No amount of brow-beating will change this prosaic fact.

Maybe The Klan is not the best label for the Fullerton apologists. One is struck by the similarities of Hitler’s Bully Boys, The Sturmabteilung (the original paramilitary wing of the Nazi Party) and the Billy Boys.

Is this another label that would be proscribed by the chocolate teapot lobby group, Show Racism the Red Card?

Raking Over A Rigged Game

Andrew Dickson of RIFC Plc and the SFA is corrupt. He should not be allowed to hold any executive office in a professional football club, far less exercise any authority with a governance remit. He and Stewart Regan have been exposed as participants in a rigged game.

A rigged game that allowed Rangers to participate in UEFA tournaments when they were incontrovertibly guilty of not paying their social taxes and had an overdue payable of £2.8m which had crystallised prior to March 31st, 2011; the first cut-off point in the UEFA  licence timeline.

However don’t take my word for it. I invite readers to read the following confidential correspondence:

 

 

 

The comments that form an addendum to Olverman’s e-mail are unattributed. Note the following:

No agreement to postpone at 30th June or 8th July when return had to be made. No sign of any postponement and a number of rejected suggestions on scheduling payments. The bill was overdue at 30th June, did not qualify for exemption and should have been reported by RFC and questioned by SFA as but was not because no proof provided or sought. SFA’s responses to Celtic’s in Dec 2011 and 2013 before AGM were disingenuous.”

Regan lied to member club Celtic that the debt had not crystallised. Testimony at the Craig Whyte trial proved that it had crystallised two weeks prior to the first cut-off at March 31st and was accepted as a liability.

Regan was lying. He either made it up or was instructed to make this mendacious assertion by Andrew Dickson or Ali Russell. Note the following instruction from Ali Russell to Regan:

 

We have looked at this matter and there is no issue with the licence granted to Rangers from the SFA.”

Ali Russell was instructing Regan to lie and he duly obliged. Let’s get this straight. Rangers from 1999-2003 introduced a tax-avoidance scheme that was a means of disguising remuneration. After years of obfuscation and mendacity by Dickson and Mike McGill at Murray International Holdings, the bill for £2.8m was finally accepted when Andrew Thornhill QC instructed Rangers to pay. David Murray passed this liability to Craig Whyte. Grant Thornton, as per instructions by Dickson/Russell lied in their interim audit report to the SFA.

The whole sordid episode was put to bed in a private dining room at Hotel Du Vin with the primary factotum of the DOS/VSS scheme, Campbell Ogilvie, accompanying Stewart Regan in his capacity as President of the SFA.

The SFA did not request any proof of a schedule to pay off the £2.8m overdue. Regan is informed that if he releases a statement to cover his fundament:

He will be exposed as a liar and the Chief Executive of an organisation that either did not seek proof of a schedule of payments, or knew there was no schedule and were prepared to lie to cover Rod Petrie’s team’s decision to grant Rangers a licence. A team that included Andrew Dickson, who we now know will lie at the drop of a hat.

This is why Regan does not want a review of his incompetent and corrupt organisation. He was able to subvert LNS by withholding documents which would have proved that the SFA knew that Rangers were using EBT and were driving a coach and horses through registration regulations.

The SFA knew that for each and every game where a player’s contract had not been registered, a loss for Rangers of 0-3 would have to be retrospectively applied.

The SFA covered up the cheating. When HMRC were forensically examining their files apropos the odious tax-cheat and Daily Record correspondent, Barry Ferguson, the SFA were informed that £2.63m of Ferguson’s emoluments had not been declared to the SFA.

The SFA chose to brush this under the carpet on the instructions of Gordon Smith or Campbell Ogilvie, or more likely both. The two most senior executives of the SFA already knew that Rangers were cheating but even after HMRC intervention they allowed the cheating to continue. Craig Whyte brought the final curtain down on EBT tax evasion in 2011.

Stewart Regan is a Rangers lickspittle who will lie to order. He must go.

 

White Smoke at The Court of Session

White smoke is emanating from the inner conclave who have funded the preliminary work required for a petition to The Court of Session apropos a judicial review. The SFA have a case to answer and they know it. The findings of the LNS Kangaroo Court must be dismissed with prejudice. The prosaic facts of the matter are that Rangers cheated from 1999-2011 with the SFA as their enablers.

Even when HMRC were crawling all over the Rangers’ contracts in 2009, Sandy Bryson and his corrupt cabal of Rangers apologists blithely ignored Barry Ferguson’s £2.63m in off-the-books emoluments. Bryson knew Rangers were cheating but let them off the hook. As no-one other than HMRC, Rangers and the SFA knew about it, it was easy to contain.

However they did not anticipate the leaks from HMRC and the tenacity of The Rangers Tax Case Blogger. I know one of the sources of the leaks and from what I can gather the only deep throat. However I have no intention of revealing his identity in an open forum with members of The Klan hanging on my every word. His anonymity is assured. I will take his identity to the grave. A grave being dug as I write by three groups who are committed to assassinate me. Those in Ayrshire, with UDA/UVF paramilitaries in their milieu are in pole position. The arsonists in Fife are making a good fist of tracking me down, with those in Glasgow monitoring flight manifests for my name. I will be moving in a matter of days as my location seems to have been blown. IP addresses can be easily traced if you have access to the right tools at Police Scotland.

The imbecilic cub reporter Chris Jack, who is employed by The Herald Group as their Rangers Lite correspondent, would like us to believe that the SFA’s intransigence is the final word on the matter. The Hitler Youth training at The Boys Brigade is never far from the surface in Jack’s blue-tinted prose. £16,000 per annum, for soothing balm to ease the suffering of the denizens of Govania, is money for old rope. Keith Jackson would not get out of bed for at least five times this quantum and given his reportage he is evidently bed-bound. His latest piece has been lifted from my exclusives. The least he could have done would have been to give me a name check. My sources at Auchenhowie, where his name is mud, are much better than his.

How much are the SFA spending at Frame for their PR to convince everyone that it’s time to move on? Darryl Broadfoot, their former communications consigliere, who is constantly being dumped by his paramours but is not one to Mone about it, is still very much in love with Regan and his paymasters at the SFA. Broadfoot is spinning up a storm at Frame. Level 5 missed a trick when not employing him as they could have had Rangers and the SFA under one umbrella, just like the good old days when Gordon Smith and Campbell Ogilvie were ruling the Park Gardens roost.

The SFA’s dirty linen is about to be aired in public. Regan thinks he has gotten away with subverting the game for six years to favour the Bigoted Brotherhood at Ibrox.

When the Rangers cheating is exposed in an open court, Regan and his corrupt cabal are going down with the SS Systemic Cheating.

Regan’s quickly assembled quorum of yes-men approved a career criminal, with forty-one convictions for tax evasion, as fit and proper to pull the strings at the member club. Where will Regan hide when King is given The Cold Shoulder? Where will Regan hide when King is guilty of contempt of court? Where will Regan hide when King’s concert party activitiy is front page news? How much is he paying Broadfoot to keep his name out of it?

I have just had a glance at this week’s listings at The Court of Session. The Takeover Panel v D.C. King is not currently on their roster. However make no mistake about it: it’s coming down the pike. If reports of King appointing a proxy director to do his bidding are accurate, the entire board will be indicted. King is toxic. He has to be put down. Quarantine does not go far enough.

Meanwhile Square-Go Pedro, The Mr. Bean of Auchenhowie, has to fashion a team to take on Hamilton on Friday. Having coasted through the bounce game on Saturday in second gear, Celtic’s ambitions to be playing European football in February will be  open to scrutiny at Anderlecht. I wonder if Pena will be too hungover to watch the game after his Tuesday evening West End pub crawl, where ten drinks are the norm. No-one could ever accuse him of not doing his utmost to assist Celtic’s ten-in-a-row ambitions.

One quintessentially dignified member of the Lite support has been good enough to provide his feedback on Saturday’s game:

“So many times today there was the opportunity to put one of those bastards in the stands. To literally go through them and leave them in a crumpled heap. Not once was it taken. We don’t have a cunt in the team, we don’t have an Ian Ferguson or Bob Malcolm, Andy Goram, guys who would rather literally kill one of those bastards than lose.

The Protestant fight has been fucked right out of society, be it from the banning of our songs, the persecutions of our bands, flags, culture.

We have players who bless themselves before they walk into our stadium. Cannigia,  Amoruso, Porrini, Gattuso, any other Italian, South American Catholic….Days of old never would that have happened.

Look at those cunts. Look at Griffiths, Brown, their fans. They fucking HATE us.

The know what we are. Unfortunately our players have no idea what we let alone they are. To win Rangers celtic games you need hatred, you need venom, you need to maul the cunts if need be. We don’t have that. We have Rangers players fucking blessing themselves.

The Rangers celtic rivalry comes from Catholic v Protestant. How the fuck do you expect a Catholic to muster up a fight against their own in society. Scotland 2017 doesn’t allow hate. That’s the difference between our Italians of old and South Americans.

No fight. No Hate. No Fucking chance.”

Call me Mr. Bright Side but is Harvey DP not best pleased with Saturday’s result? One can but hope that he packs his Caxton Press away safely to write more about the gout-ridden obese pederast, William of Orange, who was constantly falling off his horse.

Is it safe to assume that Harvey won’t be riding The Clapham Omnibus any time soon?

 

The Man on The Clapham Omnibus

The man on the Clapham omnibus is a hypothetical ordinary and reasonable person, used by the courts in English law where it is necessary to decide whether a party has acted as a reasonable person would. The man on the Clapham omnibus is a reasonably educated, intelligent but nondescript person, against whom the defendant’s conduct can be measured. The term was introduced into English law during the Victorian era, and is still an important concept in British law.

Many of my readers opine on how there are respectable Rangers Lite supporters who are riding their omnibuses to Ibrox with a minimal quantum of hubris and bombast. However when they arrive at the Citadel of Recidivism – a.k.a. The Sectarian Speakeasy – they sing the following in full voice:

Hello, Hello
We are the Billy Boys
Hello, Hello
You’ll know us by our noise
We’re up to our knees in Fenian blood
Surrender or you’ll die
For we are
The Brigton Derry Boys

Is it reasonable to rejoice at the slaughter of Irish men on the banks of the River Boyne in 1690? Is it reasonable to venerate a former member of the Ku Klux Klan?

When ‘The man on the Clapham omnibus‘ measure was introduced by the English justiciary it grew wings. By the early 1900s the hypothetical bus had a hypothetical route: Clapham to Brixton.

Would the reasonable real Rangers man engage in chants to venerate a KKK member in Brixton? If he did there would be riots. Thousands would rail against the naked racism. However Anti-Irish invective passes without notice.

Anti-Irish racism is so inured in the Rangers Lite support that it is now a part of the matchday experience. Will the lyrics of The Famine Song be reproduced in the matchday programme so that everyone can sing from the same bitter hymn sheet?

In 2006, Rangers were charged by UEFA for discriminatory chanting over the singing of “Billy Boys” during a UEFA Champions League game against Villarreal. Rangers were found not guilty due to “Billy Boys” having been sung for years without the SFA or the Scottish government intervening against it and ruled that it was tolerated as a social and historic song. However after an appeal Rangers were ordered by UEFA to make a public announcement at all home games, prohibiting the singing of the song despite UEFA admitting they were unable to do anything about it because it was a Scottish social issue. In 2011, “Billy Boys” was included in a list of chants that were been banned from Scottish football grounds as part of new legislation from the Scottish government. It was specifically banned because of its “Up to our knees in Fenian blood” line. It was banned because it was decided by the Scottish government that “Fenian” in the context of the song meant Roman Catholics and was thus sectarian despite Rangers fans stating that it meant Irish republicans or fans of their Old Firm rivals, Celtic.

Note the SFA defence that it was tolerated as a social and historic song. Regan and his Lite-appeasers were prepared to sit on their hands and do the square root of fuck all to put an end to these evil chants. The SFA could withdraw their licence and stop Rangers Lite participating in Scottish professional football but they would prefer to sing along under their breath as they take their complementary seats at Ibrox. These corrupt apologists for this behaviour are beneath contempt.

Prior to Rangers imploding in £168.6m of debt and tax evasion, one of the preferred perennials of the SMSM was to discuss the possibility of Rangers and Celtic playing under the jurisdiction of the English FA.  It did not occur to one member of the SMSM that the evil chants of the Rangers support, venerating a KKK member, was a showstopper. How remiss of them.

I personally don’t care if you’re a 90 minute bigot, or a hard-line bigot who raises a toast to ‘Fuck The Pope‘ at your local lodge. You are still a bigot in my eyes and as per Scottish legislation, a criminal.  Police Scotland, following the SFA’s lead, are not prepared to uphold the law.

Should there not be a Scottish Government inquiry as to why Police Scotland are not prepared to uphold the law of the land?

There is something rotten in the state of Govania and it’s not just the team on the park.