Prior to the main thrust of this article, I take pause to reflect on another one million hits milestone being breached. The Sitonfence Speakeasy has been accessed on 19,004,000 occasions. The comments on this site are the best bar none. The SFM comments on a particularly weak guest blog range from maudlin from someone with alcohol dependency and mental health issues, to those who cut to the chase such as Easyjambo. I would not trade any of them for The Mensch, whom the maudlin one thinks is my alter ego. When they engaged with Steerpike under his German philosopher alias Ernest Becker, they had evidently lost the plot. In fairness it was preferable to the maudlin one’s predilection for brass bands. How can anyone take them seriously when they pander to the alcohol-soaked whimsies of a maudlin malcontent?
Someone who takes this site seriously is one of the men pursuing justice for Hollie Greig. Having accessed their website my interest was initially piqued. Was Hollie raped by her father. Indubitably. Her uncle walked in on one of her father’s rape sessions. Was she targeted by a paedophile ring in Aberdeen? Investigative journalist Mark Daly and his colleague at Panorama had a good look at the allegations. They did not stand up. Too many inconsistencies and no evidence. A shot was fired at the home Hollie and her mother shared in a Shropshire village, but the likelihood is that it was someone from the self-styled Hollie’s Army trying to solicit more police interest. Two police investigations did little to satisfy them. I won’t be running with this. When Mark Daly dropped his interest he was abused online. If my decision sparks a backlash then they can join the queue of haters who circle this site like planes in a holding pattern at Heathrow Airport. However unlike Heathrow the haters are not allowed to land and are diverted to Spam International. On a final note if one is alleging that a local sheriff raped Hollie in his sister’s house it would pay to check whether he had a sister. Despite the prosaic fact that the sheriff does not have a sister these campaigner’s came up with a name for her.
I digress. When one looks at the career of James Blair prior to the point when he started riding shotgun with the South African outlaw Dave King, the overriding impression was that the conveyancing solicitor was going nowhere fast. However since the King Coup D’etat of March 6 in 2015 he has never looked back. He now finds himself as a partner in Anderson Strathern’s retail division. Was his promotion to partner due recompense for Blair’s rain-making activities apropos the inveterate career criminal? One could make a cogent case for a causal link.
When King was threatened with imprisonment in regard to being in contempt of court, the corrupt consigliere was by his side. Did Blair draft King’s mendacious affidavit? If nothing else he stood behind it at the Royal Courts of Justice.
When King was playing NOAL and mouse with the city watchdog for takeovers and mergers, he despatched Blair to his appeal hearing. King’s appeal was summarily dismissed. King was instructed to offer 20p to the shareholder outwith the concert party. King, who would steal a blind man’s cane and sue him for jay-walking, then appealed Lord Bannatyne’s opinion that the city watchdog should have a legal redress bite and not just a ‘King is a pariah‘ bark. His appeal lasted just over four hours before it was kicked into touch.
James Blair is both the secretary of RIFC Plc and the sole shareholder of Club 1872 CIC. He owns the latter lock, stock and smoking barrel. The latter’s board was formerly the preserve of King activists such as Halloween Houston. It’s a closed shop of King lickspittles who in a ‘Turkeys for Xmas’ decision voted for the dilution of their 10% holding.
King, whom they fallaciously described as the chairman of Rangers when he is merely the self-appointed chairman of the holding company, has apprised his lickspittles that he wants them to continue running on a hamster wheel and to pay handsomely for the privilege.
If all goes to plan Club 1872 CIC will forever be playing catch-up as they throw good money after bad at every opportunity. Their 7,800 contributors who pony up £40,000 per month have been told to recruit family members as King’s wheel of fortune needs more hamsters. In the dark Hades of the Rangers social media sites one notes that there is no absence of hamsters.
As to the price per share, with no AIM listing or NOMAD and no recourse if these proposed Over-The-Counter transactions go south, a price of in the region of 1p to 5p would be apposite.
However James Blair demurred. Hot from the TAB appeal hearing where 20p had been set, he instructed his CIC board to buy at 27p per share.
Blair knows full well of the corporate carnage wreaked by the rogue board so how can he possibly justify a 50% uplift on the 18p buy-in that was available in March 2015?
This was a blatant act of share price manipulation by Blair. He was acting in the best interests of RIFC Plc to the detriment of those who pony up their hard-earned by monthly direct debit.
Blair is party to this long con. His fingerprints are all over it.
King lied to the auditors. He did not pony up £7.2m. He pawned the family silver and went cap in hand to his right hand man’s CIC. King was pushing against Blair’s open door.
Will this con succeed? Anyone stupid enough to wear bread wrapping on their head in a show of solidarity with a former manager’s surname can step right up. Those who dressed up as rats will be entertained in King’s laboratory as long as they check their frontal lobes at reception.