Spherical Planet
Well-known member
After being knocked out of the Champions League by Cluj - an enormous amount of significance was placed on the next five games (up to and including our walk among the tombstones).
So far, in spite of results, there has been an undercurrent of discontent and actual overt disappointment at the lack of progress in acquiring new players to improve our squad and consequently - our prospects for the campaign.
Our incomparably poor excuse for a national media are promoting the idea that our next two games might "make or break" our season.
Well fuck me gently with a pickaxe handle, where have I heard that before?
The truth is, I kinda hear it here on a frequently occurring basis.
I can't defend the hierarchy of Celtic without questioning some of the decision making processes, the perpetual silence, or the failures to put clear distance between us and all of our rivals. On the other hand - is it really all that irretrievably fucked beyond all hope?
Soundbites circulated by the inglorious media are often the seeds of our discontent. Perhaps not directly, but the message seeps out and quickly becomes an airborne virus that contaminates everything it comes into contact with.
It is classic deflection strategy and the objective is to overload the landscape with anti-Celtic rhetoric on a grand and epic scale.
All the while, the rot and decay that is eating its way through the cholerasseum is largely being ignored. Pretty much like every piece of outrageous nonsense that occurs on an almost daily basis over there.
So what is the reality of the situation?9
Whatever happens in the wider world financially, Our Club is well placed to absorb the worst effects of a global financial downturn. This is now almost unavoidable based on historical precedence and the balance of probability.
Based on the probability/possibility of this event - how are the deadheads equipped to counteract and seal themselves from the financial apocalypse?
One would wager one's right and left nut, one's house, car and children's inheritance that the cash clusterfuck at cuntsville, UK has as much chance of avoiding the currency catastrofuck as wee feeble freddo has of getting sold for £30 million.
Reflection beats deflection any day of the week.
We reflect on our mistakes. We make efforts to learn from them (ok, ok.......I know), and we continue to set sail on the good ship Celtic.
So far, in spite of results, there has been an undercurrent of discontent and actual overt disappointment at the lack of progress in acquiring new players to improve our squad and consequently - our prospects for the campaign.
Our incomparably poor excuse for a national media are promoting the idea that our next two games might "make or break" our season.
Well fuck me gently with a pickaxe handle, where have I heard that before?
The truth is, I kinda hear it here on a frequently occurring basis.
I can't defend the hierarchy of Celtic without questioning some of the decision making processes, the perpetual silence, or the failures to put clear distance between us and all of our rivals. On the other hand - is it really all that irretrievably fucked beyond all hope?
Soundbites circulated by the inglorious media are often the seeds of our discontent. Perhaps not directly, but the message seeps out and quickly becomes an airborne virus that contaminates everything it comes into contact with.
It is classic deflection strategy and the objective is to overload the landscape with anti-Celtic rhetoric on a grand and epic scale.
All the while, the rot and decay that is eating its way through the cholerasseum is largely being ignored. Pretty much like every piece of outrageous nonsense that occurs on an almost daily basis over there.
So what is the reality of the situation?9
Whatever happens in the wider world financially, Our Club is well placed to absorb the worst effects of a global financial downturn. This is now almost unavoidable based on historical precedence and the balance of probability.
Based on the probability/possibility of this event - how are the deadheads equipped to counteract and seal themselves from the financial apocalypse?
One would wager one's right and left nut, one's house, car and children's inheritance that the cash clusterfuck at cuntsville, UK has as much chance of avoiding the currency catastrofuck as wee feeble freddo has of getting sold for £30 million.
Reflection beats deflection any day of the week.
We reflect on our mistakes. We make efforts to learn from them (ok, ok.......I know), and we continue to set sail on the good ship Celtic.
