The following article appeared in yesterday’s edition of the Scotsman:
” Sir David Murray’s sprawling family business donated £1.5 million to a new charitable foundation after paying out a record £8m dividend, it emerged yesterday. Managing director David Murray, Sir David’s son, said the decision to pay the “exceptional dividend” came after a year of consolidation in 2016. The charity donation was given to the Murray Foundation, set up earlier this year to help several causes close to the family’s heart including those supporting amputees and cancer charities. Turnover at the group, which owns a number of companies including metals, wine, IT and property, rose by 2 per cent to £69.5m last year. Last year Murray Capital received a “minded to” planning permission decision for 1,300 houses at its Edinburgh Garden District site in west Edinburgh. The decision was called in by the Scottish Government with the outcome due at the start of next year. The group is also hopeful of gaining planning consent for its commercial site at the International Business Gateway near Edinburgh Airport.”
Is it just me or do others smell a rat? Yesterday’s exclusive on Sir Bribe & Lie’s designs on Ibrox is followed by a puff piece on his charitable munificence. However if one reads between the lines one can easily discern why he wants to rape Rangers Lite. He is going to use the Directors’s box as his conduit to lucrative projects receiving planning consent. His calling card if you will. All he needs is a cabal of Rangers-facing Huns in positions of influence and his wet corporate dreams will become a reality.
This is the man who ripped off a bank for £700m and who was the architect of Rangers’ implosion with debts and evaded taxes of £168.6m. He was the assassin of a Scottish institution.
To facilitate the rape of the original Rangers to the tune of circa £120m he engaged in a $1m bribe to Lawrence Marlborough.
He is such an outstanding citizen that he set up and managed two tax dodges and ripped off any unsuspecting investor, such as Joe Lewis, who had the misfortune of crossing his path.
He is a laughing stock in the City. One anticipates more puffed mendacity as the wool descends on the Gullibillies eyes.
Anyone for Ten-In-A-Row aversion therapy?