What are they so scared of?
I posted on a Graun article by Iain Gray.
The article was a stinging attack on Alex Salmond.
A bit over the top, I thought.
Second thought : 'Who the fuck is Iain Gray?'
Now, you may say that a politically aware Merkin should have been immediately aware that Iain Gray is Scottish Labour leader.
Well, yes. Well, no.
Mr Gray has obviously not ingrained himself in my psyche sufficient to blot out the awful memory of Wendy, Jack the Kilt and 'taxi-for' McLeish - as rum a bunch of corrupt politicians as ever made a parcel of rogues.
So, in view of my difficulties, I presumed that many others would have the same memory hole.
MerkinOnParis, 15 Feb 09, 6:19pm said :
'I had to push the profile button to remind myself who Iain Gray actually is'
Nothing untrue there.
Still, I was moderated.
Cast into the Black Hole of Orwellian Nothingness that sees CP Scott spinning in his grave next to me.
Now, why was the fall of Western Civilisation averted by Merkin's sad demise on that day?
I had also committed the arch sin of quoting Iain Gray (who?) in my post.
'Although he may not look it, he's been found out to be a lightweight who is just not up to the job.'
That explains it.
Anyway, to the implication in my having quoted Iain (who?) Gray's words.
If Iain (who?) Gray speaks out against renewal of Trident, imposition of ID cards, dumping of nuclear waste near my house - nimby that i am - and a host of other major issues then he could be considered a heavyweight.
Till then Salmond is the only one punching above his weight.
A fighter who appears to be threatening to Nu-Lab and Mandy Graun and friends.
PS Is there anyone else who is reminded of Titus Groan's Steerpike whenever they see or hear Jim Murphy, Secretary of State for Scotland?
'Limb by limb, it appeared that he was sound enough, but the sum of these several members accrued to an unexpectedly twisted total. His face was pale like clay and save for his eyes, mask-like. These eyes were set very close together, and were small, dark red, and of startling concentration'
Personality, to boot.
'If ever he had harboured a conscience in his tough narrow breast he had by now dug out and flung away the awkward thing - flung it so far away that were he ever to need it again he could never find it. High-shouldered to a degree little short of malformation, slender and adroit of limb and frame, his eyes close-set and the colour of dried blood, . . . '
I am sure the Graun would delete that if I posted it.
Yet, originally, all I said was 'Who the fuck is Iain Gray?'