We wish to bring to the attention
of Her Majesty the issue of Neil Lennon abusing Rangers fans at Ibrox on
Saturday. We consider his reaction to good-natured sectarian abuse and friendly death threats to
be extreme. After all, are we really to believe that our own wee part of Her Majesty’s
kingdom is longer safe for bigots?
There was a time not so long ago,
last week in fact, when Fenians were there to be verbally abused and indeed on
occasions assaulted, without any comeback on the fine upstanding bigots dishing
it out. But, now, in a land where the SNP’s brand of political correctness runs amok, it is no longer safe for harmless bigots to force their sectarian bile
down the throats of Fenians because, as we saw at Ibrox on Saturday, some Fenians
are taking the law into their own hands and causing our own loyal fans immense
suffering by, and I kid you not, cupping their hands around their ears in an
obscene gesture of pure hatred, with no concern that there were children in the
stadium.
Before we know it, we’ll have copycat crimes, with other Fenians feeling
they can cup their hands at our supporters who are, after all, only exercising
their birth right to remind Fenians that their right to life is not a right at
all, but rather, a gift from their betters.
Fair play to our management for
trying to bring this matter to the attention of Police Scotland at the ground
but, as you must have guessed, every policeman, every referee, every journalist,
every lollipop lady, are all now Fenians.
Now a terrifying precedent has
been set. Lennon’s example, with its implication that the insults and abuse,
painstakingly refined by generations of our forefathers, are no longer reducing
Fenians to quivering wrecks. In fact, Lennon’s gesture indicated that he really
didn’t care how vile our insults were, regardless of the care and preparation
that had gone into them. It’s like we’ve woken up in the hell of a post-sectarian apocalypse.
This renders screaming sheer
hatred at Fenians for 90 minutes pretty worthless as an exercise. And that, Your
Majesty, is an outcome we cannot countenance. It’s not like we have lives worth
a shit unless we can make Fenians feel inferior. Soon, and again I do not say
this in jest, they’ll be expecting to be treated as equals. And our poor
comrades who even now are selflessly preparing death threats - and bullets and
bombs through the mail - are bereft. What if this campaign of intimidation
simply no longer works? And, Your Majesty, if it does indeed come to this, and
you ever wonder why our whole empire of beliefs crumbled into dust, you’ll
remember that terrifying day when a Fenian was allowed to cup his ears at our
insults.
Signed
Your Loyal Subjects
Club 2012
The Rat and Gutter Bar
1690 Boyne Road
The Past
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