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Her political leanings are steeped in "Marxism-lite". She may even have publicly admitted as much at some point. It'll certainly be the primary and singular reason why she's taken her political party as hard-left as a vast swathe of her own membership can currently stomach. If you're going to present an argument, try and do a bit of research first before typing. It saves you public humiliation and temporarily stops you looking a bit thick.

Unfortunately, the non-nationalist parties are so deeply divided, that the fucking SNP may get back in next May. They took power with 22% of the vote in 2007. Cunts.

Bit of a deflection there then and not much else. So, you can't really pin-point any "bollocks" in what I said after all.

If by unionist, you mean I don't believe in nationalism, or Sturgeon's brand of Communism, then so be it. Tell me which part is bollocks. They've readily admitted they have no fiscal plan. Swinney researched the cost of establishing a central bank, then quietly dismissed it. We currently meet no entry requirements of Copenhagen Criteria, Maastricht Treaty, or even the EU's Acquis Communautaire. All of this is fully and publicly acknowledged by them. Unless you are in the higher echelons of UK politics, you don't know. So, rather than just your dismissive "bollocks" style of debate, let's all hear your eloquent argument.

The majority don't. The recent polls are SNP-commissioned and funded to pollsters who have to register and get paid for poll activity. There is a narrow demographic who they contact if they meet the right criteria. If Sturgeon can only manage 58% in favour of "independence" from her own supporters, she should be worried. The question put to them is..."would you vote for independence, if Scotland was better off financially"? As they have no fiscal plan, no central bank and meet none of the EU entry criteria, we wouldn't be.

Her briefings long ago diverged into simple and gratis party political broadcasts, courtesy of a Sturgeon-compliant Scottish media. The majority of the press up here are cowed by the SNP threat of withdrawal of advertising and thus, don't pose any hard to answer questions her way. Two of her MPs effectively gagged, intimidated and forced the resignation of a journalist for sharing his personal opinion in one of his comment pieces...where he gave his personal opinion. His then employer, STV, a broadcaster and long-term bedfellow of Sturgeon, instantly buckled under SNP pressure. She and her husband are currently thwarting an inquiry, where they have attempted to conceal their pressure on police and courts to jail her predecessor. Their Ceaucescu-esque empire is growing right in front of everyone's eyes and our SNP/Scottish Government-led media (the conflation between the two is complete) just gazes lovingly and fawns. Nobody anywhere else gives a shit. They just assume that nobody can be worse than Johnson. They have no idea.

Highly unlikely, Earl. Police Scotland's allegiance to the SNP/Scottish Government (like much of the Scottish press) is well known.

She doesn't drive, Eric. She did however visit businesses, a church, used taxis and public transport from London to Glasgow and sat in the HoC chamber after learning she was positive for Covid.

She was a very short-lived foil for that fucking Communist lesbian Sturgeon cunt. She needs every deflection available to take the focus away from her (and her arsehole husband's) now well established lies to the inquiry she is now embroiled in. It of course goes without saying... I want her dead.

No. Quite a bit earlier than that. I don't know who you are/were, but am hoping you are who I think you were.

I have an idea who you are, Goober. Did we share a particular hatred of a certain poster a few years back?

I can't believe some bloke actually thought it was a good idea to get balls deep up this thick 80 word vocabulary ultimately dispensible bollock-eyed walrus-moustached sow. Being of a disproportionate bulk, I suspect she had a fanny like a pub carpet and flaps like a gutted trout even before her offspring bungee-dropped out of her butcher's bin. I'd happily dispatch this Barry White, cunt like a Heathrow windsock slab-cracker with a Luger. I want her dead.

It's of little consequence. As we all know, football is exclusively a game for chuts, pastel-haired fucking pansies and chocolate cha-cha dancers. Cunts, the lot of 'em. I want them dead.

I can reliably inform you that Lady P's chest is swellingly impressive, while @Mrs Roopswas of a more athletic physique and always had the effortless ability to make this Alpha hombré drip quite fucking uncontrollably. Any bloke on here who disagrees is of course, an unashamedly rampant homosexual.

You're absolutely correct, Spotto. She was as council AF. Even if I'd been a seasonal bassist for Jethro Tull during an unfathomingly long fallow period during the 80s on a decade-long tour of Butlins, I still wouldn't have entertained the cunt. By all accounts, she had a cunt like a ghillie's wader...and thus, I chivalrously bowed out. Mrs Roops always had my attention back then. Does she still tread the boards?

Cuntwad. That's the CUNT. What a fucking useless shower of shite she was. Top class memory, Mr B. Jesus, mother of holy Cunt...she was thick as pig-shit.

A modern tragedy, klefto. D'you remember that singularly sad fuck-mitten who we forever ripped the urethra out of? I don't recall her name...only that she was too fat (and inconceivably fuck-ugly to even contemplate) to spatter her with our finest ambrosia. Those were the fuckin days my friend.

Why, many thanks, Dyslexo. Your humble words bring much sought after solace (and much furious mutual masturbationary revelry) to the Coitus table. As you likely know, we hapless ginger porridge-wog Pictish wankers bask in the knowledge that you south-of-the-contrived border cunts are becoming aware of the totalitarian almost Beria-like Sapphism that is Sturgeon. To be fair, I'd likely still squat on her goose-fat belly and shower her tit-milkless nogs in the Rev's Pla-Doh. She's a fuck-ugly failed divorce lawyer, but she's married to a bald beard to deflect from the fact that she's a screaming French Consulate-loving fucking lesbanian. WH Auden was a cunt.

I fully acknowledged this as I wrote it fellow Cunt Billy, and took on board all the possible implications. I recall when klefto was a much respected and valued cunt here. What happened?

Many thanks for your kind words Cunt Billy. I'm truly very much comforted by your generous support. You're a gentleman. Wilma McCann...and indeed Yvonne Pearson were cunts.

Well...this presents no reasonable conclusion other than beating the pitifully dirty nonce cunt half to death in my secluded lock-up with a rugby sock full of pool-balls and strapping it to my diesel-driven space heater, then introducing the arsehole to a white-hot shish griddle and dropping a freshly dead fat cunt on top of him, then simply yet clumsily basting the bastard in screaming hot 5W30 engine oil and relieving the Rolf Harris cunt of his fingers and toes courtesy of me old mum's secateurs. Can you see what it is yet?

I have to be absolutely fucking frank and honest. I'd probably lift my cassock and rip the absolute fucking cloaca out of her turd-cutter...but that's just the way this particular hombré rolls. There is absolutely fucking no bastard chance of me presenting the Obersturmbannführer to the cunt's mouth with those magnolia pine-marten Manhattan skyline fucking teeth, although tbf, I could knock the fucking Sutcliffe out of the cunts with a 16oz ball-pein hammer...which I just happen to have a fairly impressive collection of. It's a toughie. I still want her dead. Preferably pre-coitus.

I'd savage this cunt's dung-hatch so brutally, she'd need fucking leg calipers and a stoma pouch by the time I threw her from my speeding car. But let it not be said that I don't possess any chivalry. I'd throw in a magnificent throat-fucking on her limp and lifeless body if she didn't survive the impact.

Ah...the truly golden years of the Corner. I joined in 2011 and bathed in the quality of malevolent bile, hostility and sheer corrosiveness. It's like a fucking pansy's sleepover tickling party these days.

I'm in little doubt that you'd need to scoop out a few kilos of Marmite from her soggy gammon hangers to season the dough before allowing it to prove. Her queefs must sound like a frenzied round of applause. I want her dead.