Scotland's Shame

[Downunder Kilt]

Personally, as a Scot, I've always thought the best thing about football was that it kept a lot of people off the streets on a Saturday afternoon.

The sort of people who cause problems will always find an excuse for violence be it religious, colour based or just booze. I feel sorry for the police, they are on a hiding to nothing and it is inevitable they will get it wrong now and again, that is just human.

tpa you have it in one, there are idots out there that don't care a jot about others and they see it as fun to cause trouble and will use any excuse to give someone a hiding.

[Steve Barclay]

The sectarianism thing is passed down through the generations and has been for over 300 years, sadly. I am a product of "The Orange And The Green"- my Scottish grandfather came from a strictly protestant family, and when his son (my dad,) started seeing my mum (An Irish born Catholic,) he was not best pleased at first, to say the least. However, common sense soon prevailed after he'd met her and her family and saw that none of them had three heads or five legs, and they all became good friends. However, if anyone asks me who my favourite Scottish soccer team are, the answer will always be "Motherwell"!!

[chrisupyonder]

With an interest in cosmology, suppose a federation of planets of different intelligent species who all got on well together were to contact us and ask us to join. Would we accept, would we be accepted when we cannot seem to get on with ourselves as an intelligent species. At least the XMarkers get on well together.
It seems there is still a tribal mentality afoot no matter what form the tribe takes.
I consider myself not a member of any tribe.

Chris.

[Frank McGrath]

tolerance,


The word of the day.

[Ian_G]

Imagine, John Lennon's sentiments were absolutely correct. If only.

Ian

[Brett]

One of my closest friends from highschool was born in Glasgow and moved to Canada around age 10.

He once told me a funny story from his childhood that, I believe, explains the perpetuation of the nonsense.



One day he returned home from school (about age 6 at the time) and cheerily reported to his mother, " Mum, guess wut? I beat up a catholic today!"

His mother, a wonderful lady, cuffed him hard across the ear, while telling him, in no uncertain terms, he was not to start fights with people simply because of their religion and further, to repect their choice of beliefs.

His wailing reply, through tears was: "Mum, what's a catholic anyway?"