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A Summer Of Fun: The Fiascos At Westminster And Ibrox Will Continue To Keep Us Well Entertained.

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We recently had an election.

If you didn’t know that, where the hell have you been?

Anyway, after that shambles, some are saying that the current Prime Minister may very well be out by Christmas, turfed out not by the voters (who gave it a bloody good go) or by the opposition (who gave it an even better go – Go On Jeremy!)  but by her own party as they have no confidence in her.

Many are seriously pissed that they lost their jobs, and their majority, through her ego.

While it is a possibility, other things are more certain. The next year or so will be fraught with danger for the Tories, there are some who wonder if it might not be better simply to leave her in place, as the lightning rod, and let her take the hits.

That way, when they depose her, the next leader has a shot of coming in clean.

They should be so lucky.

Now parallel this with Sevco.

Their board has taken a punt by giving the the manager money to spend, and King’s made himself seem more secure in his position with this strips carry-on, but as it did with Theresa, it will all fall apart around his ears. Because the fundamentals haven’t changed.

Compared to us, they are still desperately weak … and all they do is compare themselves to us.

There are various factions at Ibrox, in the dressing room and in the boardroom. Everyone’s weighing up their options, wondering when the time will be right to strike.

Some on the board are happy to let King bask in the glory, because when the actual facts come out he’ll be the one people blame.

But he too is playing his games.

He has publicly backed the manager, but he didn’t help to pick him in the first place and by making demands for a challenge he’s telling Caixinha and the board who brought him in that it won’t be his own fault if everything goes tits up.

Dressing room factions have formed, one around Kenny Miller, waiting for the manager’s new signings to flop … it’s full of palace intrigue, all courtiers and assassins in the shadows. Like the Tory Party, facing another civil war and a final reckoning with Europe.

And guess where Sevco’s own dark season of the soul will start to unravel? Yes, on the continent.

Now we, as fans of a successful, well run club, can sit back and chuckle at this, but we will, foever, have to keep an eye on the lies and the bullshit that emenate from over there and elsewhere. James’ article yesterday, on how the Celtic bloggers helped to sour the Sevco fans on Ashley when he could have turned their club around … it’s a trick stolen from the media here, who’ve been chipping away and trying to destabilise Celtic in the same fashion for years.

We are onto them now, and we need to make sure that they know, that we know, it’s all smoke and mirrors … and we’ll keep telling the truth.

But in the end it’s funny, the Celtic bloggers never need to work terribly hard to undermine things over there.

They are perfectly good at doing that themselves.

We have tried to point it out, we did it with Murray, we said he was at it.

We told them Whyte was a disaster waiting to happen.

We told them Green was a chancer.

We told them Ashley would screw them seven ways from Sunday … and in the end he did, but not in the way they thought, and even more completely than we’d hoped.

In fact, the biggest screwing might yet be the one to come, as whatever ambitions he had for them became toxic with the attitude of King. If the second Ibrox club in five years died he wouldn’t even send flowers. His “one year rolling contract” means he’s no longer obliged to keep on the lights, and he’s no longer concerned with their future at all. They need him more than he needs them; he’s made that perfectly clear.

And of course, there’s just no doubt whatsoever as to who, and what, Dodgy Dave King is, and this week was another great example of it, with his nonsense about the gap, and the Takeover Panel and this constant stream of bragging and bigging himself up.

Even some of the hacks, who think the sun shines out of his backside, wish he’d pipe down a bit with all the bold talk, when it could so easily blow up in his face.

Their fans are lapping it up.

They haven’t listened to any of the warnings about this guy, and the lessons of history haven’t been learned at all.

This strip bullshit proves they are still as deluded as ever.

So let’s enjoy the twin fiascos at Westminster and Ibrox.

This is what years of hubris leads to, to the downfall, to the crash, to the collapse.

We’re going to watch it all unfold.

With smiles.

Dave Campbell is a Celtic blogger from Glasgow, who is thoroughly enjoying himself as chaos reigns in two of his least favourite places, with his two least favourite organisations.

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