Keevins Survives Another Embarrassment To Cash Another Pay Cheque.

It was Bertrand Russell who said that “fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people are so full of doubts.”

Alexander Pope wrote that “fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”

But it was Kierkegaard who got right to the heart of it when he wrote that, “There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to believe what is.”

And that sums Hugh Keevins up better than the other two.

So today, then, we return to this pitiful purveyor of pish, the calamitous conveyer of claptrap, this imbecilic impresario of illiterate idiocy.

And as we return to him it’s worth remembering one last famous commentary on stupidity, this one directed not at him but at those who pay him a salary; “A fool and his money are easily parted.”

At some point, if you are paying someone a wage, aren’t you going to want to get value for it?

Or is it common practice to reward someone for having an opinion when that opinion is so frequently banal, illogical, clownish and wrong?

Writing in his column on Sunday, Keevins – who just days before the rout at Celtic Park “predicted” that the Ibrox club would go through the rest of the season unbeaten – was waxing lyrical about their club, as per usual, when he wrote this about the weekend’s games:

“Time to remember that (they) are the reigning champions of the Premiership, and will return to the top of the table, for however long, after they have beaten Dundee United at Tannadice this afternoon.”

That’s not even held up as a prediction; that’s thrown in there as if it was a statement of fact.

He doesn’t even think twice about it anymore, he jumps with both feet, not caring how ridiculous he looks or even acknowledging anymore when he gets it so brazenly wrong.

That throwaway reference to a game which hadn’t been played was just a small part of an entire article which sought to discuss 2012 without offering any opinion on what took place or what the reality Scottish football deals with actually is.

It proved, once again, from a cowardly career so filled with this kind of fence sitting that he must have hundreds of skelves in his arse, that this alleged journalist lacks guts and a spine along with any discernible talent.

Oh he will gleefully wax lyrical about how brilliant whatever side is playing out of Ibrox is whilst looking for myriad ways to call Celtic a shambles, but that doesn’t exactly set him apart from most of the other dire hacks in the country.

But whenever there is a real matter of importance in the game, this gutless wonder steers away from it or tries, as in this pitiful example, to ride the middle of the road.

His arrogance is, and has always been, in direct proportion to his ignorance and his willingness to offer ridiculous views on any number of minor matters stands in stark contrast to his utter silence on the big ones, those that really count for something.

So another week passes.

Another “prediction” – based on utter ignorance and an unwillingness to separate reality from what exists in his own imagination – collapses, and still he smirks and smiles because he still cashes his paycheque at the end of the month.

More fool those who pay his wages … and anyone who reads this moron hoping for any kind of insight or enlightenment.

I do it because I have to, because I cover the media as part of this job, and believe me, I have often thought that I was losing brain-cells with every word I read and had to report on.

I guess most of his regular readers don’t have that problem.