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?