THE VICTIMS

When it comes to Nazi Germany everybody, especially in Germany, tends to forget that Hitler and his party were democratically elected. Emergency powers were declared after the Reichstag fire but this was allowed under the Weimar Constitution; legitimacy was scrupulously observed. Everyone in Germany was overjoyed at how strong their country became, with full employment and trampling over everybody else in Europe. If Jewish neighbours disappeared, well who cared? Once things went bad, however, and folk were hiding in the rubble of their destroyed homes to escape the vengeful Russian army, they all cursed Hitler and his associates. It was nearly impossible for the allies to find anybody in the whole of Germany that ever supported the Nazi Party.

We're seeing the same kind of thing now with The Peeppul. During David Murray's tenure they were all happy to dominate Scottish football, waving flags and shouting 'We arra peeppul!' None of them cared where the money was coming from and if anybody asked awkward questions they were shouted down. A different story now, eh? It's hard to find any of them that has a good word to say about David Murray now that the glory days have gone.

The Peeppul can't accept their own part in their club's downfall. Like the French at the end of World War II they look to assuage their own guilt by picking on scapegoats. The French shaved the heads of women that had slept with Germans; The Peeppul want to hang Craig Whyte. McMurdo is scathing about this lynch-mob mentality; but even he is trying to peddle the myth that Rangers was the victim in all this. He says:

"Convictions would certainly prove that Rangers were the victims of a scam or swindle but, given that the team, the club and its fans have had to endure three seasons of agony as pariahs and lepers i.e. being treated as wrongdoers, how will this be given redress by the footballing authorities, member clubs and football hacks who all queued up to give Rangers a severe kicking when we were down?"

How the hell were Rangers 'the victims'? Remember, all the swindling and tax dodging were to keep the best team they could on the pitch. Then they were allowed to illegally split the business into two parts, invent a phantom 'holding company' and start over, pretending to be still the same club while stiffing hundreds of creditors. They were even allowed to go straight into the league ahead of the queue; again illegally. It is absolutely impossible to show that Rangers was in any way the injured party; mainly because it obviously wasn't.

McMurdo and his disciples are determined that everybody and his dug, outside of The Peeppul, is guilty of destroying Rangers. The SFA, the Scottish Government and anybody else they can think of are all part of a big worldwide conspiracy to kill off Rangers. They really are that stupid. It's incredible that these morons can really believe that a business that overreached itself and collapsed is the fault of everybody with an Irish surname!

One of Merlin's Mob sums up the feelings of them all with this pish:  "...we used to have a them and us class type system , we can now add to that an underclass that have been given Carte Blanche to insidiously enforce , troll , abuse , stalk, menace and in some case use acts of violence to force a nationalist socialist agenda on the majority".

That'll be the folk that abused John Bishop on Twitter, eh? Isn't it strange how the papers pussyfoot about when it comes to telling us exactly what kind of people, or peeppul, were dishing out the abuse? Not that there's any doubt; Bishop only got bombarded with vile abuse when he put a picture up of himself at Celtic Park. An 'underclass' right enough!

But, never fear; according to McMurdo God is going to sort everyone out for what they did to 'Raynjurz' come Judgment Day'. For, as it says in the Old Testament Book of Merlin, Chapter 16, Verse 90, "And the Rangers-Haters will burn in the Big Bad Fire." According to McMurdo, there's going to be a goat involved as well. It looks like the Afterlife is going to be one, big, Masonic get-together!

Hector, over on Mick's blog, pointed us in the direction of this interesting article: http://www.onfieldsofgreen.com/not-playing-in-europe/  It's fascinating stuff, but, rather depressingly, I'm the suspicious type. Considering the way the new club has been allowed to parade itself as being 'stull Raynjurz' I'm of the belief that rules will be bent until they almost break to ensure that Bisto FC get into Europe if they manage to qualify. UEFA will just take the SFA's word for it and I'm willing to bet that nothing at all will be put in Bisto's way. Even if they were playing against Newcastle United to qualify for the Europa League there'll be some way that it'll be allowed to take place. After all, Ashley only owns 9% of Bisto FC, doesn't he? You wait and see!

I forgot in my last post to say an RIP to good old Arthur Montford. My abiding memory of Arthur is of my parents moving the indoor aerial about and fiddling with the vertical and horizontal hold on the old black-and-white telly as the screen struggled to cope with Arthur's sports jackets! I also remember him appearing to be the consummate gentleman. You couldn't imagine him being an obnoxious bully like Alex Cameron or being as blatantly partisan and shouting everyone down like Jabba. The only time I remember him raising his voice and getting overexcited was when he shouted, "...and Argentina, here we come!"

It got me thinking about some of the old sports presenters. I remember the name Brian Marjoribanks although I don't remember much about him, apart from him coming to our primary school to crit our student teacher; he was a tutor at St. Andrew's Teacher Training College. Somehow, I don't think Jabba would have liked him!

My favourite commentator, however, was the incomparable Jimmy Sanderson on Radio Clyde. His constant name-dropping was hilarious; "Jock Stein was saying to me only the other day..." His best, though, was when commentating on a Celtic match in the 80s. That was when he came out with the classic line. "And Maurice Johnson leaps for the ball, his blond hair glinting in the autumn sunshine!" Aye, they don't make them like that anymore!

A collaborator shows his shaven head.