Stop press: charade continues

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Prospective Rangers owners, Brian Kennedy and the Blue Knight (I refused to continue to pluralise a singularity) have submitted a joint bid for the club, which they consider to be “substantial”, which should mean it’s worth a lot more than the £11.2m Bill Miller spoke about last week.

The offer is conditional on a CVA being approved and Craig Whyte’s shares being acquired.  For a CVA to be put to the unsecured creditors, the secured creditor, Craig Whyte, would have to be satisfied first.

Whyte’s security as a creditor is valued (by him) in the order of £30m.  All proceeds from the sale of the club up to this value go to him unless he waves his rights or is subject to lengthy legal challenge.  Only money over and above this value will be available to the non-secured creditors, most importantly HMRC and Ticketus.

So, unless Kennedy and the Blue Knight have bid considerably north of £30m, we’re not talking pennies in the pound, we’re talking pennies in the £100m.  In the event a CVA is concluded, Ticketus own circa the first 25,000 tickets sold for each game for the next three years.

Apologies for repeating the same story now for ten weeks: Craig Whyte is the only show in town, he always has been.  Unless you agree to purchase his shares and security, any bid is a fantasy.  I think I can hear Mr Whyte laughing from here.  Perhaps they’ll now stop blaming Raith Rovers.

Apparently, the charade continues.

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  1. The pictures ADDED to this link are added to discredit the link.

     

     

    The Billions pumped into disinformation definitey has a a few dollars slapped over this quality audio.

     

     

    It is MSM management extraordinaire indeed, hail hail Canamalar for excellent BadBhoy reluctance to be what SMS wants you to be.

     

     

    Up the Celtic manipulation of the Whole of the Scottish youth system.

     

     

     

    Charlie Mulgrewwwwwwwwwwwww

     

     

    Charlie Mulgreeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

  2. From The Scotsman

     

     

    by GlennGibbons

     

     

    McCoist and Smith fail to see true Ibrox saboteurs

     

     

    Published on Saturday 28 April 2012 03:57

     

     

    FOR someone who is possibly the oldest rookie manager in the history of the game, Ally McCoist this week gave a flawless impersonation of an impulsive, vengeful and nasty-minded adolescent.

     

     

    Notoriety attached itself to the former striker with the suddenness and potential devastation of a pernicious virus the moment he demanded the release of the names of the three-man independent review panel who imposed sanctions on Rangers in accordance with the seriousness of the Ibrox club’s breaches of football’s regulations.

     

     

    The suspicion that his disturbingly sinister outburst – “I want to know who these people are, Rangers supporters want to know who these people are” – was a prime example of premeditated mischief-making did not take long to harden into certainty. It came with the revelation of an SFA spokesperson that the supposedly bemused manager would undoubtedly already have known the identities of the judges, since Rangers had a representative attend the entire judicial proceedings.

     

     

    At a stroke, McCoist’s long-established image as an ebullient and irrepressible charmer was transformed into a hideous representation of spiteful retribution. Nor did the damage inflicted on his own reputation come anywhere near to being undone by his declaration the following day that he was “disgusted” by the thought of any Rangers fan visiting abuse on the panel members and issuing threats against them and their families so distressing that the police began investigations with a view to criminal charges.

     

     

    “I would not for one moment want anyone to interpret my remarks as a signal to engage in any form of threatening behaviour,” he said. The picture of a stable door being bolted while, in the background, a horse at the gallop disappears over the horizon springs to mind.

     

     

    It was noticeable, too, that McCoist’s attempt at a “rescue” did not even hint at the possibility of culpability on his part, far less an apology to the panellists and their distraught families.

     

     

    He may be relatively inexperienced in his present post, but he has been in professional football for 33 years, all but a handful of them in association with Rangers. In the circumstances, he would, unquestionably, be perfectly aware of the potential for appalling behaviour among certain followers of the club.

     

     

    If nothing else, he ought surely to have been familiar with the regularly-documented and legally-pursued instances of assaults, abuses, threats and attempts on the life of his rival at Celtic, Neil Lennon.

     

     

    But McCoist’s injudiciousness simply chimes with the general transformation of Rangers over the past two decades from a trophy-gathering phenomenon into a magnet for bad management. The series of saboteurs ranges from David Murray, whose ego-driven excesses should be recognised as the single most significant factor in Rangers’ present predicament, through the questionable motives and actions of his successor, Craig Whyte, to the representatives of Duff & Phelps, now widely regarded as the most incompetent administrators ever to be charged with righting a listing football club.

     

     

    Astoundingly, Murray seems still to command the loyalty of a reliable band of apologists, among whom his former manager, Walter Smith, may be understandably – and even forgivably – numbered.

     

     

    But the attempts in certain quarters of the media to present a revisionist view of history – one in which Murray is totally exculpated in the matter of Rangers’ potentially fatal wounding – have been utterly shameless. It is as though the former owner/chairman, who is officially dead where football is concerned, continues to exert an influence on his former lapdogs from beyond the grave.

     

     

    Smith’s recent exercise in condemning Whyte was such an example of unadulterated propaganda, complete with see-through inaccuracies, that it was easy to wonder if we were playing the old time machine game, returning to the Murray heyday.

     

     

    Having expressed bewilderment over the speed with which Rangers seemed to have descended into penury, Smith insisted that he had, at the end of last season, left “a debt-free club” that was on a sound financial footing. Staggeringly, he insisted that the extravagances of the Murray tenure were an irrelevance.

     

     

    “You can make your own judgment on what happened before,” said Smith, “but the fact is none of that mattered. In May of last year, all of that had disappeared.”

     

     

    Well, all of it except the £18 million of bank debt that had been transferred to Whyte, the admitted £4.2 million bill known as the wee tax case, the millions owed to clubs in Scotland, England and Europe for a variety of reasons, plus a lengthy list of creditors from ancillary trades.

     

     

    There was also, of course, the spectre of the big tax case, which could yield a further liability of upwards of £70 million.

     

     

    To paraphrase John Cleese in Monty Python’s Life of Brian, “apart from that, what harm did David Murray ever do Rangers?”

     

     

    As if Murray and Whyte were not enough for one benighted club to take, the administrators have, since their arrival, proved about as helpful as gatecrashers. Consultation with an array of qualified people in the financial and legal professions has confirmed that none has ever heard of a period of administration that has not produced a single redundancy.

     

     

    What it has brought is further haemorrhaging, to the tune of £2.5 million in the first two months of the Duff & Phelps stewardship. Now the administrators, who seem not to have complied with even one of their own “final and binding” deadlines since they took the wheel on 14 February, are making confident noises about winning an appeal against the sentence of the judicial panel. Their optimism reportedly based on encouraging (private) words from the SFA chief executive, Stewart Regan.

     

     

    Maybe Regan didn’t want to spoil the moment with a reminder that any appeals panel will also be independent. And quite beyond his influence.

  3. HH Tom, it is very good to hear from you, I was worried for a while back then when the GCT was not poating.

     

     

    Excellent spanner link also.

     

     

    Tiiocfaifdh ar la

  4. Tom McLaughlin

     

     

    If you are feeling up to it.

     

     

    It would be massive if you could drop as many of your inspirational Celtic stories over the next few hours as possible.

     

     

    God Bless you Big Tam.

     

     

     

    http://www.stevequayle.com/Giants/index2.html

     

     

    Everyone must realise, especially now when the Hun preservation society is going into overdrive, that the TRUTH wil never be compromised.

  5. kitalba on 28 April, 2012 at 06:07 said:

     

     

    Neil Lennon is Rocky

     

     

    The soundtrack is indicative of it being a monumental youtube. Not that a Kitalba YT needs any introduction.

     

     

    Lovin it.

  6. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    PETEC

     

     

    Just in,about to read your post about giants.

     

     

    Thanks for the kind words-they are much appreciated.

     

     

    I’ve pinned them to my “FAVOURITES” bar,haha!

  7. petec –

     

     

    The following was published in the Celtic View a couple or 3 years ago. It was a feature they ran each week which asked individual Celtic supporters to write something under each of the headings.

     

     

    I hope you enjoy it.

     

     

    FIRST GAME

     

    My father took me to Celtic Park on Saturday 16th December 1961 for my first Celtic match. It was a Scottish League Division One game against Hibernian. I was only 8 and had scored a hat-trick for my school team the day before, for which my father told me he would take me to see the Celtic as a reward. I couldn’t sleep that night and my mother laughed hysterically as I arrived at the breakfast table at 7am, fully dressed and wearing my woolly Celtic hat and scarf. My little heart was pounding as, for the first time, I saw the four huge floodlight pylons towering proudly into the grey skies as we walked along London Road. My father delivered me to the front of the old enclosure below the stand and I watched the players warm up. The top of the wall was on a level with the pitch and I was only just able to see the grass. From that vantage point the Celtic players looked like giants, and I remember being awestruck by the colour of the turf and the magic of the gleaming green and white hoops. At half-time I was in tears because Celtic were trailing 1-2. My father gave me my first macaroon bar and reassured me, “Don’t worry son. The Bhoys will do it.” He wasn’t wrong. Celtic ran out 4-3 winners and I slept easily that night, still wearing my hat and scarf and dreaming of many more trips to Paradise and beyond.

     

     

    FAVOURITE GAME

     

    Less than 4 years later, Celtic faced Dunfermline in the 1965 Scottish Cup Final. Jock Stein was the recently-appointed manager and the club had gone through a long barren spell without a trophy. On the Friday, my father came home from work with 3 tickets for the match – my own and my younger brother Brian’s first ever Cup Final. After yet another fitful night’s sleep, we headed for Hampden on a big double-decker bus carrying what seemed like a hundred singing and cheering fans. Once again the colours and the carnival atmosphere inside the packed stadium filled me with breathless anticipation. The pipes and drums of the Cameronians added to the spectacle on a sunny April afternoon. Celtic came from behind twice to win 3-2 with a Billy McNeill header clinching it near the end. History shows that this was the win that opened the door to many years of success for the club under the managership of the late, great Mr Stein. The significance of that and the fact that it was the first time I had witnessed the large Celtic support celebrating triumphantly, make it my favourite game.

     

     

    ALL-TIME CELTIC HERO

     

    As a 9 year-old I was taken to Rugby Park for what was Jimmy Johnstone’s first game for Celtic. I grew up following the club and throughout those years, boy and man, Jinky was and always will be my all-time Celtic hero. I was truly mesmerised by his skill and ability and, as a boy and youth footballer myself, I modelled my game on the wee man. If only I had the merest fraction of his ability. Jimmy Johnstone was a true football entertainer and genius, whose sad passing has left a void in the Celtic family, and whose life as a Bhoy and ultimately the greatest ever Celt, touched the heart of every member of that global family.

     

     

    ONE CELT I WISH I COULD HAVE WATCHED LIVE

     

    My father used to regale me with fireside stories of Charlie Tully, Bobby Evans, Bertie Peacock and Willie Fernie. At the same time my grandfather would fire my imagination with similar tales about the likes of Jimmy McMenemy, Jimmy McGrory, Jimmy Delaney, Johnny Thompson and the legend that is Patsy Gallacher. No history of Celtic, whether it be in video or literary form, is complete without a chapter on Peerless Patsy. If he was half as good as my grandfather described, he must have been quite a player. If it were at all possible, Patsy Gallacher would be the one Celtic star I would love to have watched live.

     

     

    CELTIC-SUPPORTING HIGHLIGHT

     

    It has to be Lisbon 67. The whole day will live with me till I draw my last breath. At 13 I was too young to travel to Lisbon but remember watching the game on a black and white television with my family in Motherwell. The streets were virtually deserted as we watched Celtic pummel the Inter defence with wave after wave of relentless all-out attack. I will never forget the feelings of joy and unbridled emotion as we hugged each other and danced around the room at the 2 goals and then at the final whistle. The streets came to life again as Celtic fans danced and sang in celebration. Our house was soon packed with cousins, aunties, uncles and family friends and by the end of the mother of all Celtic parties, Brian and I had pockets full of tanners, shillings and ten-bob notes, gifted by happy, exuberant and benevolent revellers. All in all, a day made in heaven.

     

     

    MOST DISAPPOINTING MOMENT

     

    The defeat against Feyenoord in the 1970 European Cup Final in Milan still rankles, but the only time I have ever cried as a grown-up following a Celtic defeat was when we lost the European Cup semi-final at Celtic Park to Inter Milan on penalties a couple of years later. Dixie Deans was inconsolable as he watched his spot-kick – the first in the shoot-out – soar high over the bar, giving the Italians an initiative which they grabbed with both hands. I was equally inconsolable when the realisation hit that we would not after all, be going to another European Cup Final. It took me a long time to get over that one.

     

     

    WHAT CELTIC MEANS TO ME

     

    Ever since that cold December day in 1961, Celtic has been a huge part of my life and the lives of my extended family, including my own two sons who are season-book holders and continue a legacy that has been handed down through four generations and, God willing, through many more generations to come. I have now settled in Australia and, thanks to technology, am able to watch more or less every Celtic match live on cable television or via the internet courtesy of the club’s very own Channel 67, and usually at the most ungodly of hours. For the bigger games, I sometimes travel to the Brisbane CSC and enjoy the atmosphere in the company of a large number of ex-pat members of the Celtic family. As I celebrated Celtic’s latest SPL title in May with a champagne breakfast, I indulged in a moment of quiet reflection and imagined a small 8-year old boy standing at the front of the Parkhead enclosure, looking up at the giants in green and white, and contemplated how that little boy had grown up through the highs and the lows, the laughter and the tears, the joy and the sorrow that go hand in hand with life as a Celtic Supporter. I also remembered a telephone call to my father back in Scotland after we had lost to Rangers and then Motherwell in March. I suggested that the title was now lost. My father’s words echoed down through the years as once again he said, “Don’t worry son. The Bhoys will do it.” He wasn’t wrong.

  8. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    PETEC

     

     

    See what you made me find out via that link?

     

     

    Jee-zoh,King Og’s bed was approx 16′ long!

     

     

    Some size of a boy.

     

     

    I’m off to mine,it’s approx 10′ less than that. I feel so inadequate now…..

     

     

    PS,thanks. Things I didn’t know I didn’t know. You can get my e-mail from PAUL67 at celticquicknews@gmail.com,begging his indulgence.

     

     

    Look forward to hearing from you.

     

     

    Night,all.

  9. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    Just before I hit my cot,my thanks to Tom McLaughlin for the link to Glenn “Gumption” Gibbons.

     

     

    Also a post lifted from RTC whichreally sums it up for me.

     

     

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    majoc says:

     

    27/04/2012 at 6:43 am

     

    63 2 Rate This

     

    dunloytim says:

     

    26/04/2012 at 9:00 pm

     

    147 1 Rate This

     

    I thought that today someone connected to rfc would be all over the msm telling thier followers to stop thier bully boy tactics as it is wrong.I should have known better.We now have Mr Smith saying he backs up everything ally has said and understands how the followers are feeling right now.Well Mr Smith let me tell you how i f***ing feel.I am sick,sore and tired of hearing how you and your stinking club are being victimised by everyone connected to scottish football.Please explian to me how for the best part of 20 years you and your rotten club have robbed and cheated every single club who have had the misfortune of having to play against you and your stinking club.Mr smith more than anyone else knows exactly what went on at ibrox and did not give a flying f..k as he believed that nobody would ever have the balls to bring them to task over all the illegal goings on.I will say this again they see this as an attack on thier way of life and they will not permit this to happen.They have no understanding of the wrong they have done and they will never say sorry for any wrong doing in fact the more shit that lands on the door step of that asbestos infected dump the more hate and venom will come out of it as was the case tonight when jardine said they are having a meeting on sat with supporters groups to see what can be done about the clubs who have kicked[his words not mine]them when they were down.Now unless i am totally mistaken have any clubs actually done anything against them apart from requesting moneyies that they were owed.Please put this club were they belong ,in the history books

     

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    Reposted from earlier,the only comment I can make on the above is…..

     

     

    I WISH I’D SAID THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

     

    Superb,my thanks

     

     

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    As an aside,it is telling that this post of mine on RTC,a repost from another member,met with my highest ever approval rating,haha!

     

     

    To bed-have fun,everyone.

  10. Glenn Gibbons: McCoist and Smith fail to see true Ibrox saboteurs

     

    Published on Saturday 28 April 2012 03:57

     

     

    FOR someone who is possibly the oldest rookie manager in the history of the game, Ally McCoist this week gave a flawless impersonation of an impulsive, vengeful and nasty-minded adolescent.

     

     

    Notoriety attached itself to the former striker with the suddenness and potential devastation of a pernicious virus the moment he demanded the release of the names of the three-man independent review panel who imposed sanctions on Rangers in accordance with the seriousness of the Ibrox club’s breaches of football’s regulations.

     

     

    The suspicion that his disturbingly sinister outburst – “I want to know who these people are, Rangers supporters want to know who these people are” – was a prime example of premeditated mischief-making did not take long to harden into certainty. It came with the revelation of an SFA spokesperson that the supposedly bemused manager would undoubtedly already have known the identities of the judges, since Rangers had a representative attend the entire judicial proceedings.

     

     

    At a stroke, McCoist’s long-established image as an ebullient and irrepressible charmer was transformed into a hideous representation of spiteful retribution. Nor did the damage inflicted on his own reputation come anywhere near to being undone by his declaration the following day that he was “disgusted” by the thought of any Rangers fan visiting abuse on the panel members and issuing threats against them and their families so distressing that the police began investigations with a view to criminal charges.

     

     

    “I would not for one moment want anyone to interpret my remarks as a signal to engage in any form of threatening behaviour,” he said. The picture of a stable door being bolted while, in the background, a horse at the gallop disappears over the horizon springs to mind.

     

     

    It was noticeable, too, that McCoist’s attempt at a “rescue” did not even hint at the possibility of culpability on his part, far less an apology to the panellists and their distraught families.

     

     

    He may be relatively inexperienced in his present post, but he has been in professional football for 33 years, all but a handful of them in association with Rangers. In the circumstances, he would, unquestionably, be perfectly aware of the potential for appalling behaviour among certain followers of the club.

     

     

    If nothing else, he ought surely to have been familiar with the regularly-documented and legally-pursued instances of assaults, abuses, threats and attempts on the life of his rival at Celtic, Neil Lennon.

     

     

    But McCoist’s injudiciousness simply chimes with the general transformation of Rangers over the past two decades from a trophy-gathering phenomenon into a magnet for bad management. The series of saboteurs ranges from David Murray, whose ego-driven excesses should be recognised as the single most significant factor in Rangers’ present predicament, through the questionable motives and actions of his successor, Craig Whyte, to the representatives of Duff & Phelps, now widely regarded as the most incompetent administrators ever to be charged with righting a listing football club.

     

     

    Astoundingly, Murray seems still to command the loyalty of a reliable band of apologists, among whom his former manager, Walter Smith, may be understandably – and even forgivably – numbered.

     

     

    But the attempts in certain quarters of the media to present a revisionist view of history – one in which Murray is totally exculpated in the matter of Rangers’ potentially fatal wounding – have been utterly shameless. It is as though the former owner/chairman, who is officially dead where football is concerned, continues to exert an influence on his former lapdogs from beyond the grave.

     

     

    Smith’s recent exercise in condemning Whyte was such an example of unadulterated propaganda, complete with see-through inaccuracies, that it was easy to wonder if we were playing the old time machine game, returning to the Murray heyday.

     

     

    Having expressed bewilderment over the speed with which Rangers seemed to have descended into penury, Smith insisted that he had, at the end of last season, left “a debt-free club” that was on a sound financial footing. Staggeringly, he insisted that the extravagances of the Murray tenure were an irrelevance.

     

     

    “You can make your own judgment on what happened before,” said Smith, “but the fact is none of that mattered. In May of last year, all of that had disappeared.”

     

     

    Well, all of it except the £18 million of bank debt that had been transferred to Whyte, the admitted £4.2 million bill known as the wee tax case, the millions owed to clubs in Scotland, England and Europe for a variety of reasons, plus a lengthy list of creditors from ancillary trades.

     

     

    There was also, of course, the spectre of the big tax case, which could yield a further liability of upwards of £70 million.

     

     

    To paraphrase John Cleese in Monty Python’s Life of Brian, “apart from that, what harm did David Murray ever do Rangers?”

     

     

    As if Murray and Whyte were not enough for one benighted club to take, the administrators have, since their arrival, proved about as helpful as gatecrashers. Consultation with an array of qualified people in the financial and legal professions has confirmed that none has ever heard of a period of administration that has not produced a single redundancy.

     

     

    What it has brought is further haemorrhaging, to the tune of £2.5 million in the first two months of the Duff & Phelps stewardship. Now the administrators, who seem not to have complied with even one of their own “final and binding” deadlines since they took the wheel on 14 February, are making confident noises about winning an appeal against the sentence of the judicial panel. Their optimism reportedly based on encouraging (private) words from the SFA chief executive, Stewart Regan.

     

     

    Maybe Regan didn’t want to spoil the moment with a reminder that any appeals panel will also be independent. And quite beyond his influence.

  11. Tom McLaughlin on 28 April, 2012 at 06:15

     

     

    I remember some of that, amazing Celtic stories.

     

     

    Tonight I had one of the best ever moments in my life.

     

     

    My Son was lucky enough to be selected to go for trials with Dumbarton this week as they are now starting a pro youth team for 2000s.

     

     

    Anyway, I was trying to get a conversation out of the wee bugger ( he is at that age where he does not want to speak to me at all) and said to him after the trial it must have been Brilliant to play on such a Good surface, he critiqued it and the corner for having a bit of a slope and said it was “not Celtic Park” .

     

     

    I thought it was such a thorough endorsement of what the Holy Ground is in Scottish football.

     

     

    PD got his young Celtic community team to play on the Magnificent Celtic turf at the TommyB game.

     

     

    Amazing comment from a wee Celtic diehard who will do everything for his team m8s, no matter what the team is.

     

     

    The Shadow of Jock Stein is lengthy, I think the Shadow of Tommy B will be getting right up alongside the Great man although it may not be as apparent at the moment.

     

     

    These men are Selfless.

     

     

    McCoist with the youtube that showed how he goes about things back when he was involved in a stramash, says so much.

     

     

    McCoist will be aware that Celtic people have praised him for his SCIAF contributions, the last few days has seen this man harden himself alongside the scumbags.

     

     

    Walter Myth and D Murray are what need to be brought right into the spotlight. McCoist is just firefighting.

     

     

    When Myth came out yesterday, I realised I wanted him serving a longer term in jail than Murray.

  12. The Dawning of a Champion weekend here in the Chilterns…

     

     

    Looks like it’s game on despite the best efforts of their Saviours.

     

     

    See Paul67 has outed the Blue Knight’s decomposium.

     

     

    Heard a rumour he didn’t even want to be called the Blue Knight, when the Orange Knight – let’s call him Davie – was handing out the names, he said nobody picks their name as everyone wants to be the Black Knight.

     

     

    Still they did’nae know that the old Whyte Knight was a Stealers Wheel fan who was going to go all Michael Madsen.

     

     

    Celtic (Hooped) 3-0 R@ngers (Royally Blued)

  13. Don’t usually give a weather update for North Brisbane but here goes… peeing down and cold.

     

     

    But every cloud has a silver lining, instead of spending the day cutting my grass I went to work so I can pay for my season ticket.

     

     

    Pete, I only copy and paste those tubes but I’m glad you enjoy them.

  14. Top of the morning to you all from a bright blue-skied Fife.

     

     

    A brilliantly bright morning was made more so when I read Glen Gibbons’ article in the Scotsman.

     

     

    The Times They Are A-Changing all right.

     

     

    Tom McLaughlin is unfortunate to come second to the Gibbons article, but his is nostalgic where as Glen’s is forensic in its analysis of the fraud who manages Rangers and those who have spawned him and his type.

     

     

    The sad thing is it has taken the collapse of the western-world’s financial system to expose the fraud of the Murray years. But for that we might still be watching Rangers embark on more bank-funded extravagance to propagate their “we are the people” myth.

  15. CultsBhoy loves being 1st on

    Glen Gibbons article perhaps the beginning of ‘let’s report this first, before Alex Thomson exposes us again’ journalism …?

  16. BOBBY MURDOCH’S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS

     

     

    I know you will come back and check things out……………

     

     

     

    Emergent Church part 1 BONO of the United 1 Nation

     

     

    Bono is not discussed too much in this 1st link but the next link he is shown to be what he is.

     

     

    Emergent Church part 2 BONO of the United 2 Nation

     

     

    Everything ties in when you go looking at what is happening. The Freemasons overt attempt to take over the Vatican and its Doctrines, 50 years since the 2nd vatican council.

     

     

    The mystery Religions hate Christianity because they KNOW Jesus Died to take away the sins of a Pagan world. A Pagan world they are determined to re-introduce after December 21st.

  17. CultsBhoy loves being 1st on

    What happened to Kennedy’s early assertions ‘I don’t do partnership’ patter-I’m a sole operator’

     

     

    Methinks ‘Walter Mitty v Encircling Vultures’ syndrome developing

  18. CultsBhoy loves being 1st forever & ever on

    RFC – Death by a thousand cuts…. Somebody fetch the gun please, I can’t take anymore- this wounded animal of a club deserves a humane end…

  19. Morning,

     

     

    Another day and rangers doing their tired routine of defiance one minute and bitching, moaning and pleading the next.

     

     

    We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ rangers!

  20. Glen Gibbons will be called out by snidy Sally for that

     

     

    all in the cause of transperancy

     

     

    an excellent article …..just demonstrates the media bias re McCoist and his rotten club

     

     

    We`re still Celtic when you die ..

     

     

    HH

  21. kitalba on 28 April, 2012 at 07:09 said:

     

     

    I always have my man.

     

     

    I love reading/watching/listening to both you and GCT’s stuff. It tingles me inside.

     

     

    I do my stuff, because I feel it is right, it might be/probably is wrong, and I hope my discernment is actually wrong but I got to be honest and speak what I think needs to be said. Even if it upsets everyone.

     

     

    I am so excited by the exposure of the MSM for being what it really is, whilst people go crazy at the deception, I think it is amazing that so many people are realising what the MSM really is. I think people like RTC are now Toying with the MSM and it is just what they deserve really.

     

     

    God Bless m8. I will try to catch a response later if the quicknews is relatively slow later on.

     

     

    Celtic

  22. Mr Miller would do well to check the plug is still on that incubator, knowing wee Craig Whyte it could be……

  23. Dontbrattbakkinanger on

    I come across TV programmes and bits of music and I think ‘ole Steve would have loved this’, and I know he would have loved every feckin’ second of the slayin’ of the Shame, so this is for him, on what would have been his 50th birthday.

     

     

    This had better work, as Steve taught me how to do links.

     

     

    Anyways, for a far Celtic supporter than I will ever be, Happy Birthday Pablo , don’t think for a second you’re not missed