Can't we do something about the Gaels? Now I don't mean proper Gaels, you know, the ones fae heuchter teuchter land. No, I'm talking aboot the la-di-da, middle class, never spoke a word of Gaelic in their lives, living in the city, panini munching, Fair Isle wearing numpties who want their bairns to speak a furrin language.
See, there's a Gaelic school in Embra. A place where Gaelic was never spoken because, despite what the hippy liberals who've ruined this country will tell you, it was NEVER the national language of Scotland, and was NEVER native to Embra.
But the cooncil hoors upped and opened a Gaelic school, so that wee Auchtermuchty and his sister Ecclefechan can be taught a language that makes Latin seem alive and hearty. Bad enough, you would think. However, the chattering classes managed to stir themselves from their lattes long enough to moan aboot how the school at Tollcross wisnae big enough for all the mini la-di-das, and how the cooncil should so Something.
Now the cooncil have been doing something aboot schools in Embra. They've been shutting them doom aw o'er the place, regardless of what teacher, parents and kiddywinks might need or want. And one of them was Bonnington Primary School. Now, my Mammy was born just across the road fae there. She never went, mind, because she was a good Catholic in thay days. So, despite the increasing population of Leith, and despite the projections of further increases, the cooncil reckoned it would be better to shut it doon, rather than refurbish it for modern use. Cos the cooncil is skint. But.
Somehow, when we're all tightening our belts and buckling doom for a double-dip, they've miraculously found the money to do it up and turn into the new Gaelic school! Amazing. Now, at the time of the last census, the number of Gaelic, sorry Gàidhlig, speakers in Embra was too small to be measured. Because they all live in the fucking Hebrides!
You'd think was bad enough, but I've just found today that, because, officially, it's the cooncil who've set up the new school in Leith, rather than the la-di-da, middle class, never spoke a word of Gaelic in their lives, living in the city, panini munching, Fair Isle wearing numpties, who begged them for a new school, we have to pay for the wee la-di-das to be transported there.
Now, as we've established none of the people who go there would be seen dead living in Tollcross, which means they have to drive them there in their environmentally 4x4s. But, now, according to someone I met, who lives in Corstorphine, and who drives his son to Tollcross every day, the cooncil (i.e you and me) will pay for a taxi to transport him to Leith. Seriously. I'm not making this up. And how much is that going to cost for every bloody bairn getting sent there?
So, although I'm not saying I'm in favour of genocide, can't we do something about the fake, wannabee Gaels? Please.
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Ohhh, don't get me started on Gaelic. Where I'm from the Highland Council has been trying to impose the bilingual road signs with Gaelic on them despite the fact that it was never spoken there. So we'll end up with towns whose names derive from Norse like Thurso and Wick with signs in Gaelic. I find it absurd that regional government is trying to apply a blanket solution to a large area. Because if that's what they do, then we don't need regional government, right?
I actually thought I was having a(nother) stroke when I found out about the transport. Swat happens when you let dangerous left wing extremists like the SNP get a sniff of power. Gits.
I'm not against "The gaelic" really. But I do agree It's became a total pain in the arse. I'm certainly against the government funding it. Then again I'm agin the government funding anything other than the army, the police, and the judiciary.
Let's face it In Ireland, sorry Eire, the government have been throwin money at it and despite havin to pass an exam in it before they can leave school. Does any bugger there actually speak it? No! Do they bollocks.
Aye, let's have a bunch of road signs that no-one can read, and a bunch of middle class hippies and trustafarians banging on about how they're doon with their (fake) roots. To hell with them all.
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