  I can understand, just, that the law frowns upon the pastime of "Chasing the Dragon". However my comprehension begins to waver when I hear that the act itself is deemed to be fine, but the possession of the Dragon is the sticking point. (I kept a dragon once. Ate me out of house and home, then left me to go to Boston. ) All fine and well so far, but where does it leave me when I find out that the highest-ish court in the land got together this week in "The Port", to thrash out (sic) the future of Parental Child Chastisement by Clout.
Fuck me! When I was a bairn my Ma would skelp me with great glee if I so much as called her a Withered old Bag. Never did me any harm etc. etc. What's going wrong here? Are they all Fucking Potty, or is it just me? Our Lord and Master is massacreing Iraqi brats by the dozen,(Collateral Damage? ) but you try walloping your snivelling little darling with the back o' yer hand, and the P.C.
Prats have a warrant in their hippers, an' it's nae pub for you the 'night gadge! The Social will run riot - new blood and the Aphrodisiac of Power surging through their veins - Viagra sales will plummet, the boozers will empty and no-one will be available to sign on 'cos they've all been banged up! Hibs will be playing to an even emptier ground. (The Jambos will be ok, cos they eat their young. ) And the whole Leith economy will grind to a halt. You couldn't make it up. (I just did!
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