Brown Sludge

Brown Sludge On My Kilt

July 27th, 2006

per mare per terras - by sea by land

I was reading a recent issue of “Scottish Life” magazine, and ran across an article titled “New Scots Regiment May Be Wearing Cheap Foreign Tartan”.

I read in horror as the article pointed out that after years of wearing kilts made by independent native Scots, some ass-scratching monkey in the Ministry of Defense decided to cut corners and have the tartans made by cheap foreign sweatshops instead of by the high quality Robert Noble weaving company as they have been for the last 150 YEARS

Now instead of something authentic and independent and made in Scotland, there is a very real possibility that “there will be different cuts and shades” made in India or Pakistan on parade when the ceremonial Scottish march. It’s possible some of the kilts will be visibly mis-matched because of crappy quality.

Not surprisingly there’s been an uproar.

And well there should be.

My ancestors are spinning in their graves at this embarrassment.

I hope the clown who brownsludged my kinsmen gets ran out of Parliament on a rail.

Where’s my damn Robert Burns collection.

Dammit.

From “Is There For Honest Poverty”

A prince can mak’ a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a’ that,
But an honest man’s aboon his might,
Guid faith he mauna fa’ that!
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Their dignities, and a’ that,
The pith o’ sense, and pride o’ worth,
Are higher ranks than a’ that.

And Brothers and Sisters, let me tell you - you haven’t heard that poem sang, until you’ve heard it sang by The Old Blind Dogs.

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