Scottish Roundupâ€™s normally strict avoidance policy regarding Tony Boaksâ€™ Despairing Notes is hereby challenged by virtue of the fact that Iâ€™m Tony Boaks and Iâ€™m sitting in the biggest chair. Fasten your seatbelts.
The news, and hence the Scottish blogosphere, has been dominated by two main stories this week: â€˜What are we going to do about Donald?â€™ and the other one. Many bloggers have chosen to deal with both in the same post, with varying degrees of how much both are entirely Alex Salmondâ€™s fault.
It began innocently enough when a Holyrood committee wanted to question a range of experts on renewable energy and naturally called in Donald Trump. Billionaire ba’ heid Trump put himself in charge of Scotlandâ€™s energy policy some time ago and blew into town promising Scotland would become “a third world wasteland that global investors will avoid.” I didnâ€™t think it sounded so bad if it meant heâ€™d get back on the plane.
In Ten Lies of Donald Trump, Andy Wightman offers some of heid-the-baâ€™s most recent untruths. This is by no means a comprehensive list but will up your creativity in the swearing stakes. Of this mere tip of the iceberg number 6, “Weâ€™ve had tremendous support from environmental groups”, would have to be my personal favourite.
A Sair Fecht also questions Trumpâ€™s distant relationship with the truth (apparently Al Megrahi was seen jogging in the park last week). At one point he resorts to personal insults, something I would never do, but such is the strength of feeling regarding combover-boy. Rupert Murdoch is thrown into the mix and in the process A Sair Fecht offers a new word to the English language â€“ the Murdump â€“ describing what the First Minister has had to contend with in trying to coax jobs out of Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
Peter A. Bell focuses on the Leveson enquiry and how Salmond was or wasnâ€™t involved in the BskyB deal. I have no idea what Chiels That Winna Ding means (and Iâ€™m technically Dundonian) but his argument is very clear and anyone who read the four innocuous emails in question would have to agree that theyâ€™re probably the dullest scandalous material ever released.
That didnâ€™t stop Lallands Peat Worrier accusing Salmond of â€œastonishing naÃ¯vetÃ©,â€ something that doesnâ€™t get said very often of the high heid yin, and herein lies the thrust of much of the debate that has followed. That is, is the First Minister a bit keen to court powerful businessmen? Wings Over Scotland discusses Labourâ€™s policy in Labourâ€™s Long Spoon and concludes their handling of the issue would have been no different. My own view is that it’s okay for successive Prime Ministers and opposition leaders to seek favourable press coverage and inward investment to their country but it’s simply not on for Alex Salmond to do the same.
Elsewhere, historian David Starkey has been up to his roguish tricks again. Starkers, or Tool Britannia as he is known in Scotland, called Alex Salmond a â€œCaledonian Hitlerâ€ who thinks â€œthe English, like the Jews, are everywhere.â€ I thought this was nothing that a good skelp wouldn’t sort but when I said as much on Twitter, I was told I would have to join a long and disorderly queue waiting to administer it. Bella Caledonia takes a more rational view of this twisted little ego-ball in Starkey.
Turning from one horror to another, itâ€™s important to remember that not all Scottish bloggers are dealing with news and current affairs. One of my favourite escapees is Edinburghâ€™s only supernatural crime fighter Rose Garnett. In The Ghost Formerly Known Asâ€¦, Rose is confronted by the spectre of a murder past and is plunged into the start of a new case. A little dark relief for those in need.
Marianne Wheelaghan quotes Mark Twain in You have to write for a long time, to write like yourself â€¦: â€œMy books are like water; those of the great geniuses are wine. Fortunately everybody drinks water.â€ I suppose my own writing is more like lemonade in that itâ€™s not so good for you but is a bit more fun.
My latest post at Tony Boaksâ€™ Despairing Notes: Easily Mistaken For A Funny Blog was inspired by the Daily Record. It might be unusual for the Record to inspire anything other than despair but I should explain that it was Muriel Grayâ€™s description of the paper which was responsible. In Muriel Grayâ€™s Parrot, I encounter a most discerning reader who is vocal in his criticism of Scottish print journalism.
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I like a good roundup on a Sunday but this one will have to do.