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Thursday, September 18, 2014. Mark that date down. It is a date which will be featured prominently in many a history book. The only question is, what will it be remembered for?

The separatists of the SNP are split on this issue. Salmond and his henchmen hope it will be a Flodden result where Scots are once again the victims of the evil English Empire. With a 'No' victory Alex can once again safely retire behind the barricades of improbability and blame the Union for his unfulfilled promises.

The rank and file of their core support, on the other hand, look up from their fantasy world of kilts and broadswords and pray for another Bannockburn moment. For them it is the opportunity to shape their hatred of the auld enemy into a concrete form. They hope for nothing more than a chance, however fleeting, to gloat.

Sadly, though, for most Scots the day has no meaning. They feel as disconnected from Holyrood as they do Westminster. They have been offered little more than a choice between two unions. Independence is not on the ballot in any meaningful way. They are being asked to choose between hatred and necessity. Having been subjected to so many lies by the SNP they can be forgiven for seeing this not as history in the making, but history in the fabrication. So, the vast majority look at the issue rather blandly and tell the politicians they will vote for whomever offers them more money. There are no principles involved, no loyalties, and no allegiance.

Lost in the whole charade are those Scots who truly wanted independence. They have seen their dreams and their trust betrayed by the SNP who gave in to political expediency and became British Separatists rather than Scottish Nationalists. Their love for Scotland has been trampled into the muck and mire of political intrigue and duplicity.

So, Thursday, September 18, 2014 will never be known as another Bannockburn or Flodden. It may well be remembered as Scotland's National Day of Shame. It will be a day to reflect on the way in which the people of Scotland are constantly betrayed by the infighting and greed of their own leaders.

Dear MyTers,

Last night it was stated that I had been deleted because I was, “a banned blogger like Badger.” I am sure most readers will already have considered that user’s long history of inaccurate statements and know that her statement was false.

A very good friend of mine asked me to provide him with psychological profiles for a book he is writing using the ‘Hate Club’ members as the source of inspiration. He, as always, wished to maintain a sense of reality in his work. Academia and art often share very similar goals and methods as one discipline harnesses the imagination and the other implements it.

To make a long story short, what I have done here is make calculated statements in a graduated level of succinctness in order to gauge reactions. This process culminated in last night’s blatant declaration of the lack of intellectual content on this site. It should come as no surprise that those who make quality contributions on a regular basis were the first to respond to the earliest remarks. Even when the idea was articulated in coarser terms so the less astute members could understand, the higher functioning members continued to agree that quality was in decline. The same stimulus provoked an emotional response amongst those most often seen to be disruptive. This observation takes on greater significance when one considers that the MyT moderation team displayed an inordinate amount of anger. The moderators went through Gazoopi’s post removing my comments in a manner which indicated a high level of vindictiveness. This surprising behaviour was a most welcome addition to my work. Certainly it indicates that the lack of professionalism which has become the MyTelegraph’s hallmark is not entirely due to incompetence as it follows a logical course.

In the end, my deception did serve its purpose. Now I must apologise to anyone I may have inadvertently insulted whilst conducting this survey. My work here is done and I bid you farewell.

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mello_jello

8 minutes ago

Oh shut up, loser

(addressed to the author of the blog before I had read this thread)

araminta

1 hour ago

… and so it continues on this thread, the Hate Club, that is!

Good luck, Lolly, but I hope not goodbye.
I must say, I watched in amazement as your comments disappeared from Gazoopi’s post.
mello_jello

6 minutes ago

Don’t you know why, Araminta?
bubbles1

18 minutes ago

Nonsense, you’re the specialist in hate, most of us have never felt it but you, you even wrote a poem about it…. along with stories of killing ex-husbands !
So I take it the poem was written from experience.

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araminta

15 minutes ago

Hello Bubbles.

Er, no, it was the gardener I shot, but I spared the nanny.
bubbles1

12 minutes ago

Er no I read a story of a vicious nasty jealous woman who hated her husband,I think you poisoned him…. you posted it on Chariot.

I was shocked at the content of your mind.

araminta

7 minutes ago

Really?

Oh, do you mean an entry to the Short Story Competition on the Chariot?

It’s er fiction Bubbles.
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bubbles1

4 minutes ago

Noooooo was it , well I never, who’d have thought it !!!!!

It came out of your mind as did your hate poem.

araminta

1 minute ago

http://charioteers.org/2011/01…

Is this the one? Interesting that you read my creative writing.

Chuckle.
rosie

19 minutes ago

Araminta, I don’t think you know the meaning of the word ‘hate’, I don’t see any words of hate….

So many ID’s get deleted, I’m amazed that you’re amazed….to me it’s par for the course.

bubbles1

11 minutes ago

Rosie you are right, there’s no hate here at all, only the petty minded would say there is.

araminta

13 minutes ago

Good evening, Rosie.

Lovely to see you. English is my first language and I have been speaking it for a number of years, so I think I understand the meaning of most of the simple words.

rosie

6 minutes ago

Where’s the hate then?

zangado

just now

Oh, do feel free to give yourself a good talking to.

The problem for the MyT moderators, one which admittedly they have obviously not yet properly addressed, is the continuing poison of self-serving, self-important, multple-ID trolls, nutters, spoilers and assorted basement dwellers.
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rosie

just now

I see you have dropped your text speak…..so you joined to help your friend with his thesis…why didn’t your friend join and find out for himself?…..As far as I’m concerned, there is no hate on here, robust discussion yes, but no hate…..I don’t think this is the place for you!

bubbles1

10 minutes ago

Oh dearie me, firstly if you Lollydodger were not a banned blogger why haven’t you posted this in that ID ?
Secondly ,Why did lollydodger never post a blog ?
Thirdly,I have never…. please note…never, reported any of your daft pidgin comments, they were not worth reporting.

As much as you would like to believe it, I have never deceived, the trouble with people like you is, you seem to think if a mistake is made it is deliberate deception.

As far as I’m concerned,if a comment is made by someone who is not a member,it is because they have been banned & cannot get back

Sorry you’re so sensitive [thin skinned] clearly this is not the place for the pretentious or precious……….though I doubt this is goodbye, unfortunately.

ponsuda

16 minutes ago

Fare thee well dear fellow my Ter……
Btw…..have you considered a carreer in scriptwriting? Always a good gap in the market for soaps

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Don’t you know why, Araminta?

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araminta

1 hour ago

Really?

Oh, do you mean an entry to the Short Story Competition on the Chariot?

It’s er fiction Bubbles.

bubbles1

1 hour ago

Noooooo was it , well I never, who’d have thought it !!!!!

It came out of your mind .

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araminta

1 hour ago

http://charioteers.org/2011/01…

Is this the one? Interesting that you read my creative writing.

Chuckle.

rosie

1 hour ago

Araminta, I don’t think you know the meaning of the word ‘hate’, I don’t see any words of hate….

So many ID’s get deleted, I’m amazed that you’re amazed….to me it’s par for the course.

bubbles1

1 hour ago

Rosie you are right, there’s no hate here at all, only the petty minded would say there is.

araminta

1 hour ago

Good evening, Rosie.

Lovely to see you. English is my first language and I have been speaking it for a number of years, so I think I understand the meaning of most of the simple words.

rosie

1 hour ago

Where’s the hate then?

rosie

2 hours ago

I see you have dropped your text speak…..so you joined to help your friend with his thesis…why didn’t your friend join and find out for himself?…..As far as I’m concerned, there is no hate on here, robust discussion yes, but no hate…..I don’t think this is the place for you!
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bubbles1

3 hours ago

Oh dearie me, firstly if you Lollydodger were not a banned blogger why haven’t you posted this in that ID ?
Secondly ,Why did lollydodger never post a blog ?
Thirdly,I have never…. please note…never, reported any of your daft pidgin comments, they were not worth reporting.

As much as you would like to believe it, I have never deceived, the trouble with people like you is, you seem to think if a mistake is made it is deliberate deception.

As far as I’m concerned,if a comment is made by someone who is not a member,it is because they have been banned & cannot get back

Sorry you’re so sensitive [thin skinned] clearly this is not the place for the pretentious or precious……….though I doubt this is goodbye, unfortunately.

ponsuda

3 hours ago

Fare thee well dear fellow my Ter……
Btw…..have you considered a carreer in scriptwriting? Always a good gap in the market for soaps

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The night had begun exactly as forecast. The full moon reflected on the gentle waters creating a welcoming path homeward. The light winds filled the sails with the promise of a comfortable passage. These things mingled with the warm embrace of the fresh night air and made Ormand wish his port was further away. He had always cherished his moments of solitude aboard Kenosis and often thought of the journey as being the destination. Soon he would pray for it all to end.

Ormand watched the inky darkness as it moved in from the horizon. It seemed to swallow everything in its path. The moon itself was extinguished by the overwhelming nothingness. The stars which had been rendered invisible by the moon’s brilliance suddenly flashed into prominence and twinkled majestically. Then they too were snuffed out one by one until only the blackness remained.

The darkness, having won the battle in the sky, descended toward the earth and seemed to anger the waters. The waves grew in their rage and lashed out at the boat with malicious intent. The wind joined in the protest and whipped the sails unmercifully. The elements were possessed of a malevolence Omand had never imagined possible.Had there ever before been such complete darkness in the world? Never in his life had he felt so afraid, so helpless,so alone.

Ormand’s sense of dread grew stronger as he watched the compass spin meaninglessly. There was no signal for the mobile phone. The GPS was unable to acquire satellites. The radio emitted nothing save a strangely menacing static. The blackness that enveloped him made navigating by landmarks an impossibility. He had only the direction of the waves and wind as a guide and he was acutely aware of their evil duplicity. He could be sailing in circles or headed straight for the rocks. The all-consuming sense of aloneness seemed the only tangible thing left.

Ormand sat in the cockpit grasping the tiller for what seemed an eternity. The waves and the wind were relentless and a great weariness took hold of him. In the depths of his hopelessness he became aware of a presence. There was something with him. It was trying to lull him to sleep. It told him to have faith, to trust, to not be afraid. It promised him hope and serenity. It told him there was a light in the darkness that would surely lead him to salvation. Ormand was not fooled. He knew his only chance of survival was to remain alert and in control. He was master of his own destiny. Whatever was trying to influence him was bent on his destruction. Still the weariness permeated every fibre of his being.

A wave broke over the bow of the boat and the bilge pump whined into action. Ormand felt a chill run down his spine. The forward hatch was not sealed. It meant leaving the tiller locked and unattended in rough seas as he went below. Once in the cabin he made his way forward and sealed the hatch. Just as he did this he heard the companionway slam shut of its own accord. There was an enormous crash and the bow of the boat lifted out of the water. Ormand was thrown against the rear porthole and was terrified by what he saw. A rogue wave had engulfed the stern and flooded the cockpit. It felt as though the Kenosis was standing on end. Then ,as the wave made its way forward, the bow was slammed back into the sea. He looked out the side porthole and realized with sickening fear that the boat was submerged. A face suddenly appeared on the other side of the glass. It looked like a dolphin. Ormand collapsed on the bunk and mercifully passed out.

In his slumber of mercy Ormand dreamt. He was back at the tiller and steering toward the brightest star he had ever seen. The dolphin had become three and they had a comforting luminescence about them as they swam ahead of the boat.This aquarian trinity were separate yet were also one in purpose, spirit, and intent. The angry waves seemed to become respectful as they approached and in this way a calm path was created in the troubled waters. The glow from the star and the dolphins created an oasis of light and warmth. The evil had been displaced by an all pervading sense of goodness and peace. The wind became a friend and the waves prostrated themselves in reverence. Ormand felt himself walking into the light and was unafraid. Indeed he was greatly comforted. The dolphins began to sing. It was a song he knew he should recognize. But, what was it?

The melodic chiming of the proximity alarm finally roused Ormand from his slumber. As the crusts fell from his eyes he saw the lights of the harbour all around the Kenosis. The auto-helm had brought him home safely. The GPS was working again…or had it ever really been off-line? Had it all been a dream? Ormand hurried up to the deck, rolled up the sails and engaged the small motor. As he approached his mooring buoy he saw Angus was already coming to meet him with the small runabout.

“Well, you’ve had a beautiful night for a sail, Sir and a wonderful escort” Angus managed to enunciate around the pipe protruding from his bearded face.

Ormand felt a twinge of unease as he questioned, “Escort”? He hoped the answer was not what he suspected it would be.

“Yes, Sir, I saw two or three dolphins ahead of your yacht as you entered the loch. Fascinating fish they are.”

He wanted to point out that dolphins were not fish but feared the greater truth of that was something he did not want to believe. He chose instead to hide his lack of certainty under a bushel of logic. Omand spoke without conviction,”Yes, much better than sharks,but a sailor’s best friend is a good GPS”.

The journey may still be the destination but just where that lay was no longer clear in Ormand’s mind. The ship that set sail so long ago had struggled with its cargo of wisdom and slipped beneath the waves of reason. .