Glasgow's Domination By Its Underclass

It has transpired that Sharon McMillan and Andrew Morton, whose three-year old son Andrew was murdered by Mark Bonini, are drug-dealers.

They are exemplars of everything that is wrong with Glaswegian culture - not Scottish culture, but specifically Glaswegian culture; the over confident strut; the blatant disregard for the rule of law; the wilful failure to understand or even acknowledge the primacy of personal responsibility; and the aggressive, in-your-face attitude, their faces twisted into sneers of perpetual anger, a rage only leavened by the continuous consumption of drink and drugs.

They are of a type which sprang fully-formed from the head of the welfare state, rapidly and alarmingly usurping and displacing the old respectable working-class, the last vestiges of which can be seen doddering into the Post Offices to pick up their pensions; the old men ramrod straight, the old women with not a hair out of place.

The Mortons and McMillans have ascended to dominate us and our way of life. Scotland's, and especially Glasgow's, politicians, will always seek to place the blame for the carnage they cause elsewhere, and a case can be made that the levels of poverty we endure, reflected in our declining life expectancy, have been induced by macroeconomic trends well outwith local control.

Yet even the poorest households can elect to live respectably. Too many of Glasgow's don't, preferring to live like animals.

And when misery, the only consequence of such behaviour, is the result, we have nobody to blame but ourselves.