WILLIE MCRAE LAST WORDS WERE I'M GOING TO GET THEM
In April 1985, a Scottish lawyer named Willie McRae left Glasgow on a Friday evening heading to his holiday cottage. He never arrived.
He was found unconscious in his crashed car on a remote Highland road with a bullet in his head.
Police ruled it suicide. Case was closed.
One problem. The gun was found outside the car, several yards away. McRae was still inside, seatbelt on, doors jammed shut.
The officer who last spoke to McRae said he was being watched by MI5 and Special Branch.
McRae had patted his briefcase and said he had information and was going to get them.
When that officer later requested his own witness statement under Freedom of Information, he found it had been replaced with a forgery...
Every mention of surveillance, MI5, and the briefcase had been deleted.
There had been a fire at McRae's office the day before. A witness saw a man running from the building carrying a briefcase.
This was not a random lawyer. McRae had just humiliated the British nuclear industry at a public inquiry, blocking plans to dump nuclear waste across the UK.
He was also reportedly investigating a Westminster paedophile ring.
40 years later there has still never been a Fatal Accident Inquiry.
The post-mortem report has never been made public. Over 13,000 people signed a petition demanding answers.
The official position of the British state is that a man who embarrassed the establishment, knew dangerous secrets, and had just told a police officer he was going to get them, then shot himself ... after which the gun walked out of the locked car on its own.
Sources: @pressjournal@scotsman@AlbaParty@BylineTimes@PrivateEyeNews
@MrJohnNicolson Wow! That's really interesting ancestry @MrJohnNicolson . I have forebears from that region also but mostly from Islay and found some really interesting stuff.
If you are old enough to have driven in Britain in the 1980s, you remember the windscreen.
By July you could barely see through it. A run from Leeds to London in August finished with a bumper that looked like it had been to war and a sheet of glass you scrubbed with a sponge at the services while the engine ticked as it cooled. Moths in the headlights. Flies in the wing mirrors. The grille packed solid. Nobody thought it remarkable. It was simply the price of moving through a country that was still, in living memory, heaving with flying things.
Drive that same road today. Stop at the same services. The windscreen is clean. Spotless. You could very nearly eat off it.
We have the numbers, for those who want them. The Bugs Matter survey, run by Kent Wildlife Trust and Buglife, has had volunteers counting the splats on their number plates since 2004. Britain's flying insects are down by roughly four fifths in twenty years. Gone in a single human lifetime, while the rest of us noticed nothing at all.
The birds went down with them, because the birds lived on them. A child born this year can grow up in the English countryside and never once hear a turtle dove, for the simple reason that there is almost nothing left to do the calling.
And none of it, not one acre of it, happened on the grass.
It happened in the arable fields, where the hedges were torn out for bigger machines and a single crop was sprayed over and over to keep it upright. The herb-rich meadow grazed by cattle still hums. The beetles, the pollinators, the ground-nesting birds, all still there, just about, on the pasture our ancestors never stopped grazing.
So when someone tells you your steak is emptying the British countryside, ask them what grew on that field before it was drained and ploughed and sprayed to raise the oats for the carton in their fridge.
It was grass, and there were cattle on it, and back then the windscreen needed cleaning.
Did you know that many people working in supermarkets such as Tesco and Asda still qualify for Universal Credit because their wages arenโt high enough to cover the cost of living?
Thatโs not a welfare problem. Thatโs a low-pay economy.
Taxpayers end up subsidising low wages while working people are told to work harder. Britain doesnโt have a benefits culture problem. It has a wage problem.
#ThoughtForTheDay
Pigeons get called sky rats.
But birds like these once carried messages through gunfire when every radio failed.
And the part most people miss is this.
For thousands of years humans relied on pigeons to move information faster than any technology available at the time. Their homing instinct is so precise that a trained bird released hundreds of miles away can still navigate straight back to its loft.
That simple biological skill made them invaluable in war.
During World War I and World War II, armies deployed hundreds of thousands of pigeons. When telephone wires were cut and radio signals failed, commanders often had only one reliable way to send a message through chaos.
In 1918 a Pigeon named Cher Ami carried a desperate note from trapped American troops in the Argonne Forest. The bird was shot through the chest and lost part of a leg during the flight but still delivered the message, helping stop friendly artillery fire and saving nearly two hundred soldiers.
Today their descendants wander city sidewalks, pecking quietly for crumbs.
Most people see a nuisance.
History once saw a lifeline with wings.
In 1746 the British gov banned the wearing of kilts and tartan to suppress our culture
1st offence - 6months in jail
2nd offence - 7 years of slavery
The fact we can wear our family tartan in our land & across the world is something we take great pride in
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The richest man on Earth dismantled the organization that feeds the poorest children on earth.
The definition of evil is being a trillionaire in a world where millions of children are starving.
This wren is only about 4โ (100mm) long, yet bathes us in beautiful song.
How much greater and impact we can makeโฆ to bring peace and joy to the spaces around us.