He booked himself into a nice, private room in a nice, private hosptal, where he would receive the best care money can buy. And what's the first thing he sees when he comes round from the anaesthetic? The snivelling, grovelling features of Jim White, that's what! While still groggy he proclaimed his innocence and managed to put the boot into Dobbies current best customer as well. His knee is said to be doing well, while the aforementioned goat has a new career as several dozen packets of Findus chicken chow mein.
As I boasted the other day, it certainly looks like my thesis in 'Clash of the Agnivores' was right. The Peeppul don't want millionaires, billionaires or gazillionaires to run their new club; all they want are 'Real Raynjurz Men.' They chased Bill Miller, they chased Green, they chased Ahmad and now they're looking to do the same with Ashley. Unlike Green, however, it looks like Ashley doesn't give a damn. Not for him trips to Belfast, handing out cups of tea and making out that everybody's against them. He's there to make money and if they don't like it - tough! Paul Murray moans that Ashley hasn't connected with The Peeppul, so they want him out. A fat lot of good it did Green connecting with them, eh? No wonder Ashley keeps his own counsel.
It's a bit like when Fergus McCann was around at Celtic. Nobody was too happy at the time about what The Bunnet was doing at Celtic and The Peeppul feel the same about Ashley. There, however, the similarities end. I don't remember anybody running riot at Celtic Park, punching women and kicking hell out of old men. And now Sandy Easdale has had to call in the police because of online death threats and even letters. It seems his brother's house was already targeted; 'Get out' was spray painted on a wall. The most surprising thing about the targeting of the Easdales for me is the description of James Easdale's abode as a 'plush property in Greenock'. A plush property in Greenock? That'll stand out and be easy to find, then!
And it's not only The Peeppul that want the board out; the Daily Record is doing its bit for the cause as well. Keith Jackson tried to rip the pish out of Chateau Charlie, while we're told how much cash he took out of Bisto FC. We're told that Honest Dave apparently 'came to an agreement' with SARS, instead of the truth that he's a convicted criminal, and there's barely a mention of last Friday's violence. As I said in 'Clash of the Agnivores', this is all a consequence of The Big Lie. Since it's still supposed to be Rangers, then it needs Real Rangers Men in charge; even if they're the ones that caused all the bother in the first place!
McMurdo, meanwhile, is still fighting off allegations that he's in the pay of the Bisto Board. He shows his independence by telling us how Ashley made his millions "providing quality sportswear at affordable prices." But that's not an advert, mind! He's also still going on about the media being 'anti-Rangers' (sic). Where the hell does he get that idea from? He still doesn't get it, does he?
I'm just about finished editing and sorting the layout of 'Fear and Smear', so it should be ready soon. Watch out for the advert here!
"Why the hell did I choose last Friday to revisit Ibrox?"
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