Get a hold of yourself, Glasgow.

I like Glasgow, well the city centre anyway. I was there yesterday for a couple of hours. It has many fine buildings and venues, top class museums and a great night scene.

But, to be honest, they are nothing but shiny baubles strewn on a dung heap.

From the city centre walk in any direction for thirty or forty minutes. The city shakes off it's fancy clobber with every step and pulls on it's real, everyday clothes, the string vest and manky bandage of one of it's most famous residents. The real Glasgow shows itself within spitting distance of the fancy shops and restaurants. It's a disgrace.

What you will see is the result of decades of Labour neglect and mis-management. Preening arseholes strut about inside the city chambers as if they are someone important. They don't need to try to hard to be elected, anything with a red rosette attached is practically guaranteed to win.

They see it as their God given right. Their destiny. A union man twenty years ago would climb the greasy pole of local politics, eager to grasp the glittering prize of a council seat. Name in the paper, a fancy title on some sub committee or other and they're set for life. A backhander here, a tax payer funded 'fact finding' visit there. It's a grand life.

It's easy to be a Glasgow politician. No need to actually do anything. Just point at Edinburgh and shriek 'they hate us, everyone's against us'. The local press lap it up, as they are told to do.

Cronyism is endemic. Jobs for the boys galore. This quango or that quango, take your pick big man. Plenty of expenses to be claimed. Fill your boots. It's your birthright after all...

And the good people of Glasgow accept it.

The bloated, ruddy faced, borderline alcoholics living the high life courtesy of the Glasgow tax payer shit on the faces of the people they are supposed to represent. Ex Speaker Martin is the pinnacle of this attitude. Like a bad case of scabies they infect councils all over the west of Scotland, building little empires where no dissent will be tolerated.

And the people keep voting the parasites in, time after time.

Look around you, voters. Look at your streets, your communities. Are you happy with what you see? Happy living as if you are a 'victim'? Happy being shat on year after year by the bastards you elected?

Good people of Glasgow, (and the west of Scotland), get a hold of yourselves.