As we all wait patiently, indeed joyously, for the imminent smelting of the Iron Lady (my call would be for an auto da fé rather than anything approaching a dignified exit), one of her free market legacies is the corruption of our sporting world.
And we have the ultimate example of football moving from a game to a sport to an entertainment to an insider manipulation with the first Auld Firm game of the season next weekend.
Everything is being done to prevent Rangers losing this match.
The Hun, knackered from their enjoyably fruitless exertions in the highly manipulated Champions League Group C, need a twelfth, thirteenth, fourteenth man (as many as it takes) to prevent a proper football match from happening at Parkhead.
The referee is William "Billy Boy" Collum and he will be under the watchful gaze of his mentor, twisted fire starter Hugh Dallas.
Dallas never retired.
He simply reinvented himself via two prodigies, of whom "Billy Boy" is one.
At Aberdeen earlier this season, the Hun found themselves 2-0 down and rattled.
An instant penalty for a triple salchow reduced the deficit by the interval.
Dallas left the Directors Box.
At the start of the Second Half, Aberdeen returned to the pitch...
...and waited.
And waited and waited and waited...
Then the Rangers reappeared with Collum running out onto the pitch in their midst.
45 minutes later Rangers had won 3-2 against a ten man Aberdeen team.
Dallas was back in his Box and, though he looked proud, his arrogance was neither of the Scottish nor of the protestant kind, it was something else entirely.
And so to Parkhead...
"Billy Boy" and his masonic brethren (god save the fucking queen, indeed) are on one.
If you don't want to allow the rogues to be splashing around in Fenian blood, as is their wont, then this information should be spread far and wide in order to make the fix either impossible or publicly too obvious.
Tell your friends.
Tell your enemies.
Print out some leaflets and hand them out before the game.
Graffiti it on the walls next to "Up The Celts" and "Ooo Aah Up The 'RA".
As for myself, I intend to cycle naked around Glasgow on my Surly machine singing "Riding in the Nude and Feeling such a Dude, It's a Rip-Off" until I'm arrested and rearranged by their enforcers.
It is just like living in Bedlam, isn't it?
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