SNP MP Angus Brendan MacNeil, the guy who was caught plying underage girls with drink in his hotel room while his pregnant wife was in hospital is a busy lad. He jointly owns two properties in Scotland. He also owns a flat in London which is a fifteen minute walk from the House of Commons. Despite this he has over the last three years claimed £42,177 for hotel stays in London, that’s over £14,000 a year to stay in hotels in London while he has a house in London. Can anyone think of a reason why someone would stay in a hotel while having a house nearby?. Is Angus Brendan MacNeil an example of the SNP’s squeaky clean new type of politician I wonder?.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
In Tennessee America in 19 25 a great “stushie” took place which resulted after a legendary trial in a young school teacher named Scopes being sent to prison for teaching his students ‘the theory of evolution’ according to Charles Darwin, it became famously known as “The Scopes monkey trial” and Tennesee is still trying to live down the shame of it all. 91 years later, after man has conquered space and walked on the moon we, yes we here in Scotland, are re-enacting the same weird pantomime brought to you by the SNP. Today’s contribution from the SNP concert party at Holyrood is a parliamentary attempt by the very, very holier than thou SNP MSP John Mason and 2 other SNP MSP God bothering dinosaurs to make it compulsory for our schools to teach children what is now referred to as ‘creationism’. This flies in the face of evolutionary science as researched by Charles Darwin and subjected to such derision 91 years ago in America. Mr. Mason has previous when it comes to God whom he seems to be on intimate terms with, he and 4 other SNP backwoodsmen continue the “good fight” to allow Gay people to be discriminated against by allowing individuals to refuse them the right to be married, they seem to me to have a very bitter, twisted concept of god, is he perhaps a big guy with a broken nose, shaved head multiple tattoos and carrying a baseball bat?. What shocks me and has shocked me for some time is that these people continue to be selected as SNP candidates by their constituency members.
Meanwhile the SNP SG continues to stumble from pillar to post.
Leaning on Lothian Health Board to postpone news of health service cuts until after the election is sleazy. John Swinney slithering away down to Westminster to plead for mercy from George Osborne because of the SNP lies about oil have been brutally exposed is a humiliation for the SNP. The public are now familiar with an almost daily diet of SNP lies and misdemeanours, SNP elected members fulminating about tax avoidance and MP’s with second jobs while they the SNP are guilty of tax avoidance and having second jobs as well. The very superior and condescending SNP MP Mr. George Kerevan is revealed to be employing his wife and paying her £25,000 a year, I thought they didn’t do such things. They keep claiming to be on the left but recently awarded a large contract to a firm who are known blacklisters of union members. How much longer will it be before those who bought their lies decide that enough is enough?
Friday, January 22, 2016
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Local MSP Jackie Baillie has hit out at the Scottish Government’s college cuts following the publication of new figures which show that the number of students in Scotland’s colleges has plummeted to the lowest level on record.
The official figures show that there are 152,000 fewer college students since the SNP took office in 2007. Student numbers at West College Scotland, which has campuses in Clydebank, Paisley and Greenock, have been slashed by more than 7,000.
The figures were released by the Scottish Funding Council, the Scottish Government body that distributes cash among colleges, as SNP Finance Minister announced a further real terms cut to college funding in his draft budget.
“These figures are absolutely shocking and demonstrate the massive scale of the SNP’s cuts to colleges. Since the SNP came to power and set its sights on college funding, Dumbarton has lost its own campus and student numbers have been cut by over 7,000 at West College Scotland. “Part-time courses have borne the brunt of the cuts. Second chance learners, new mums returning to work, workers attending night school and people with learning disabilities have all paid the price of the SNP’s austerity. This will have a huge impact on the economy and the skills available in the local workforce for years to come unless we start putting money back into colleges.”
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Revelations emerged today about Nicola Sturgeon’s oft repeated cost of Trident being too expensive at £160 Billion Pounds revealing her disingenuous calculating methods, an SNP trait it seems. Embarrassingly for her it was a question asked by one of her own stooges. SNP MP Steven Paterson yesterday inadvertently exposed her duplicity when he asked the following question at Westminster “How much do the government currently estimate the replacement nuclear deterrent weapons will cost, including the boats themselves, the missiles and the ongoing lifetime maintenance costs”?
Minister of State Philip Dunne replied on behalf of the ‘Ministry of Defence and Defence procurement’ as follows.
“As we made crystal clear in the SDSR, we have recalculated the cost of manufacturing the four boats, which we now estimate will be £31 billion, and we have added a £10 billion contingency. We have no intention at this point of replacing the warheads; the decision on that will be taken later. Therefore, I urge the hon. Gentleman to focus on the £31 billion commitment for the submarines, plus the £10 billion contingency, as the cost that is relevant today”. This display of mendacity from Sturgeon does not have any bearing on the moral argument for or against nuclear weapons, it is however important when we come to consider her own integrity, highlighting as it does her willingness to leave out the same financial tests for other military costs, remember she is arguing about costs here not ethics.
When she and her equally duplicitous colleagues discuss defence spending do they insist on knowing the cost over 40 years of maintenance/replacement of RAF Airplanes? Likewise Navy Ships and Helicopters, what about the cost of Army equipment like Armoured Vehicles, Tanks, etc. Why does Nicola Sturgeon not apply the 40 year cost test to them as she does to Nuclear Weapons?. The reason is that she feels the need to deceive people because her argument on nuclear weapons is unsound, she does not have enough confidence in the moral argument and has to obfuscate about the costs to strengthen her position.
As was asked today, would she furnish us with the costs of 40 years of maintenance for Prestwick Airport? the bill for Gaelic Language signage across the country over 40 years?, or the maintenance over 40 years of the various Forth Bridges, they seem to favour yearly figures for such matters, how long can they get away with such indefensible ‘Janus faced’ behaviour?. Scotland deserves better.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Below for you SNP "socialists" information are the names of 7 SNP landlords who refused to support the Labour amendment designed to ensure that all rented houses were “inhabitable”.
Tasmina Ahmed Sheikh - Richard Arkless - Ian Blackford – Lisa Cameron – Calum Kerr – Angus Brendan McNeil – and last but by no means least we have Michelle (Arfur Daly) Thomson.
Thursday, January 07, 2016
Dr Zoe Norris GP working in the NHS- The Nurses Who Made Me a Better Doctor Posted: 07/01/2016 10:09 GMT Updated: 07/01/2016 10:59 GMT - I am a doctor, trained for 10 years, highly qualified. But I wouldn't be half the doctor I am today without nurses. From my first days on the wards as a medical student, with no idea about the human body, nurses have helped me. To a few days ago when I didn't know which dressing was best to put on a leg wound, nurses have helped me. This is a small, unworthy tribute to all the hard working nurses in the NHS. It involves a lot of cups of tea.
I learnt to trust nurses implicitly as a junior doctor in paediatrics. It was my first job. Paediatric nurses are unflappably calm and infinitely cheerful. They can talk in a soothing voice in the face of terrified parents. They can distract the whole team during the tense care of a tiny newborn, while handing every essential piece of equipment over at the right time. I watched them work and learnt so much. During a busy night shift, I was run off my feet. It was winter, and there were five poorly children waiting to be assessed, as well as a whole ward to care for. The only other doctor was on the special care baby unit, looking after a poorly newborn. Then another phone call - another admission. A poorly three-year-old girl with a fever at the local walk in centre just next door. Could they send the child round? I took the details, jotting them on a scrap of paper and carried on. I vaguely registered two worried parents walking past, carrying a blanket wrapped child. The nurse went to take some details, check the basic observations. She came back barely thirty seconds later.
"Zoe, I need you."
I gestured at the piles of papers in front of me, halfway through admitting another patient.
"I'll be there in a second."
"No, Zoe. I need you now."
One look at her face was enough. She looked sick. I dropped the papers, grabbed my stethoscope and went to the bed. She - ever the professional - was back to smiling, chatting with the parents. I looked at the small head poking out of a blanket. I didn't understand. She added in "I'll just let Dr Zoe have a little look" then removed the blanket. The small head extended to a small body, a deathly colour, and covered in the rash every nurse, doctor and parent dreads. Meningitis. It was everywhere. I tried to follow her lead, keep my voice calm, but inside I was thinking "Oh God, oh God, oh God". As I ran to get help, I could hear her gently telling the parents that we would need to move their little girl soon; that there would be a lot of people but not to worry, we would look after her.
Over the next hour, I worked alongside a whole team of nurses to try and save this little girls life. They were amazing. When I felt like a spare part amongst the senior doctors, they guided me. As she was whisked off to intensive care, I felt so wrung out I was ready to drop. I had another eight hours to work of my night shift. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Instead I was hugged. I was force fed tea and biscuits. I was supported for the rest of the night. I couldn't have finished that shift without those nurses.
On Boxing Day on the medical wards, I had worked non-stop since 8am. It was 4pm when I finally made it to ward five. They had been waiting for me for six hours. I had rung to let them know I was finally coming. When I arrived, ready for complaints and recriminations, there was a hot cup of tea on the desk, a pile of drug charts each with a post-it note stuck on. On this was written exactly what each patient needed and the name of their nurse. When they realised I hadn't eaten all day, the Quality Street were duly passed over, some toast rustled up, and I had my first chance to sit down for eight hours. I was so touched by their kindness. They didn't know me from all the other doctors in the hospital - they didn't have to make my day that bit easier, but we were a team.
In A&E, when I was scared of the abusive drunks, the nurses stood with me and put them in their place. They joked about teaching me how to be assertive. I think I learned...
In return, I rolled up my sleeves and helped clean the patient covered in bloody faeces after a huge bleed from their bowel. I cleaned the trolleys if my patient was sick on them. I made the tea.
In surgical on-calls, I covered all the wards. Randomly, the nurses could put catheters in female patients, but not in male patients. So they got me instead. Except the urology nurses with 20 years experience knew a hell of a lot more about putting in male catheters than I did, even though they had never been allowed to do one themselves. As I learned on the job, each time one of these experts stood at my shoulder, talking me through the procedure. When things went wrong, when I couldn't get the catheter in, when the patient was bleeding and in pain, they kept me calm and made quiet, confident suggestions. Little tricks to try that you only learn with experience. All I had was the title "Doctor". They had all the knowledge.
On the obstetric wards, the midwives helped me through the rollercoaster of delivering babies. Learning to work alongside each other, we went through miscarriages, stillbirths, and hundreds of tears. When things go wrong in labour, they go wrong fast and they go wrong badly. Midwives take it all in their stride. Emergency buzzers are routine; nothing panics them. The good obstetric doctors know to ask the midwives when they are struggling. And with a wry smile, they are always helped.
Now as a GP, when I start at a new surgery, it's the nurses I spend time with. They give me the background on any complex patients. They don't laugh (much) when I try and bandage things. They teach me tricks for taking smears I never knew existed. When I have a bad day, they are there to support me. I try and return the favour, but it always feels like they have got it cracked and I am still learning.
Many nurses I have worked with have their own worries, their own stress. They have young children, teenagers, husbands, wives. They are struggling working long shifts for too little pay, because they love their jobs. The NHS is a massive team. We support each other every day and the patient does so much better because of this. But the team is being pulled apart and patients are suffering. On 9th January, nurses are marching to protest against cuts to NHS student bursaries. Please, support them. Please listen to them. We are a team. #bursaryorbust
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Sunday, January 03, 2016
A constant SNP whine among many others has been the alleged UK TV and radio prejudice against Scotland more often than not accompanied by a demand for Scotland to have its own autonomous control over TV and radio. For those of you who, like me wondered what form this control would take and what it would look and sound like, we now have an answer. Scotland, December 31st. 2015 known to us of course as “Hogmanay” traditionally produces “Hogmanay specials” on TV from STV and BBC Scotland, this ritual has been in decline for some time and, in the case of STV this one may well have been the last. Here in all its parochial banality was a glimpse at what an independent Scottish SNP dominated TV and radio broadcaster would look like, and it was toe curling in its embarrassment.
Hosted by the queen of mediocrity Elaine C Smith we had special guest Nicola Sturgeon with another special guest Nicola Sturgeon’s mammy and, despite these entertainment riches we also had Nicola Sturgeon’s sister foisted upon us as well, plus someone called Jane Godley who appeared and sounded like a very poor Glaswegian street busker. This should serve as a warning to anyone who is thinking about flirting with nationalism, this is nationalism in control and what they are saying is we will tell you what is good and bad. This wretched programme attracted the risible viewing figure of 174,000 people, a worryingly large number considering the quality on offer. Hogmanay can only survive on TV by desperate measures, yes folks I know it’s a terrible thought but we have to beg Sydney Devine to come back.