Shug on Rabbie.

Shug McMillan spells it out for the purveyors of funny handshakes and shortbread tins.

Laid off about this before. Down with the sentimentalisation and trivialisation of one of our greatest radical writers. Down with the once a year Scotsmen who snigger about his drinking and womanising,who 


"explode like this once a year.
The rest of the time
these man are sober
rotarians. Unionists. And that apart,
wouldn’t know a poem
if it bit them on the arse."


Hurrah for the bravery of the man himself,risking transportation or death to put forward his views of liberty and equality.


I Murder Hate


I murder hate by flood or field, 
Tho' glory's name may screen us; 
In wars at home I'll spend my blood- 
Life-giving wars of Venus. 
The deities that I adore 
Are social Peace and Plenty;
I'm better pleas'd to make one more, 
Than be the death of twenty.


Posted by MMac on behalf of the Shug and the Commonty.