AhDinnaeKen likes auld Kevin McKenna. He’s a universal stalwart of the Scottish media circle and highly entertaining to boot. It’s just a pity he’s such a terrible judge of character. Here’s why he’s lost AhDinnaeKen’s vote of confidence.
By @ergasiophobe – born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad
OCCASIONALLY, YOU can measure the value of a journalist by the nature of those they are prepared to support in public.
And so it is with the confessions of ‘weel kept’ hack, Kevin McKenna in The National newspaper recently. He thinks that incel snowflake ‘Reverend’ Stuart Campbell’s silly season entry into the world of fantasy electioneering will have a welcome impact in the real world of Scotland’s parochial politics.
As Kevin says, “The analysis of a new Wings party’s prospects of success can wait.” Probably forever.
In the meantime, let’s all just bask in the cartoon belief that Campbell could raise any sort of awareness in the Scottish public beyond the derisory reaction of, “who”?
This was Kevin’s reaction to Campbell some time ago: “he seems to be a bit of a rebel, a buccaneer and a brigand…” (with the emphasis on ‘seems’, this projection is more a reflection of Kevin than Wings)
“He doesn’t retreat and gets into fights with everyone.” (tell that to the block list Kev, a potent symbol of Campbell’s keenness to run away and hide like a “shy wee boy” at the first hint of trouble.)
” Newspapers used to be like that too.” Kev deludes himself.
When I saw this obloquy from Kevin, a wee shard of incredulity pierced my soul. Imagine indulging in this sort of rose tinted projectionism while simultaneously missing the obvious ‘tells’ which point out all the cliches and archetypes of Nationalism which Campbell represents and personifies.
I don’t know if Kevin is a realist but imagine being able to face Jock McAverage, the everyday punter in a Scottish street, and try to convince him/her that Campbell is anything other than a sadsack geeky loner who missed every adult rite of passage as life passed him by in a parallel virtual reality of sixteen bit videogames
“So what makes you think I’d vote for him then sunshine?”
“Well, he’s lived more than half of his babyman bachelorhood life in the heart of the country he claims is occupying Scotland. And he’s a veteran at losing court cases and humiliating himself publicly.”
“Get tae fuck ya tosser, there’s a place for weirdo losers like that. It’s cawed Twitter.”
Campbell is the guy who threatens to knock folks heids in when he’s exposed for blatantly lying ; thinks Liverpool fans are to be blamed for the Hillsborough disaster despite the overwhelming evidence which found otherwise; perjures himself in open court in order to gag the right of gay women to free speech; and “holds others to a higher standard of respect than he is willing himself to adopt.”
If you think this guy is worth supporting then I’d say you’re on the road to a straitjacket.
We can also be entertained by imagining how much urine was discharged when people pished themselves laughing at Campbell’s political ambitions.
This is a guy who’s so ugly that young women when asked the simple question, “do you think he’s good looking?” snort with derision and say, “naw, he’s a fuckin’ minger” (true story, 100% verbatim quote).
According to Kevin, “the Reverend Campbell is the devil incarnate of virtue-signallers everywhere. He stalks the nightmares of those who carefully monitor the prevailing trends in society…” Which may be true in Twitterland if you change “virtue-signallers” to “women”.
For Campbell has a special reserve of hatred for women. Particularly if they’re attractive, intelligent and outspoken: Kezia Dugdale, Kate Higgins, Clare Lally, Michelle Mone, Ruth Davidson, Angela Haggerty etc. etc.
There’s an endless well of poison held in reserve by Campbell for women like the above. Women whom Campbell could never hope to possess or subjugate to his will.
He once even told Ms Haggerty that his belief in equality gave him the right to assault her if need be. Though I know who I’d be betting on if the two were ever to meet in a boxing ring. Pro-tip, it wouldn’t be the angry babyman of Bath.
But the deepest darkest well. The well that feeds the empty vacuous rage of his incel impotence, is the contemptuous sinister hatred he currently reserves for Kezia Dugdale and his humiliatingly public defeat at the hands of her victory for the right of politicians and everyday citizens to free speech.
As one intelligent switched on pre-grad lawyer recently Skyped: “He’s trying to financially bury her in a hole so that he can get the apology he so desperately craves to get vindication.
“It’s not about the decision. It’s about his need to crush her into nonexistence so he can feed fuel to his cult.”
Campbell’s behaviour re Dugdale is an essential reading of character. It’s a monumental ‘tell’. This behaviour is the mark of raw unhinged misogyny incarnate fuelled by the insanity of insular incel rage externalised.
If Campbell and any other members of his Perjurers Party were to make it to Holyrood via the list system then it’s extremely unlikely that the Indy movement could ever claim to be ‘civic’, ‘progressive’ or ‘joyful’ again.
For then the mask will not so much have slipped as been ripped off by the “unbelievable fury” which drives the worst aspects of any Nationalism – intolerance of the other and the need to destroy them.
Kevin McKenna never mentioned Campbell’s belief that Scotland was “the most gutless country in the world” when he was interviewed by Kenny Farquharson of the Times recently. Nor did Kevin point out another Campbell ‘tell’ when he referred to the people of Scotland as “you people” from his base in England.
Campbell’s party would be a party which would thrive on finger pointing, blaming, othering, threatening, intimidating and damaging every single strand of belief in the indy community which was built up pre-September 2014.
In the face of this, we need fewer maudlin, myopic, insular apologists like McKenna, and the fewer the f***ing merrier.