DOUGLAS Ross, the Scottish branch manager of the Westminster Conservative party, was frequently told he was blind when he was a football referee. His blindness then was as nothing to his total inability to see what is happening in his own party.

He fails to see the corruption, lying, cronyism, incompetence and general chaos emanating from his buffoon of a boss and his Westminster overlords.

He wanders around from one television opportunity to another bleating on about how bad things will be for Scotland when we get independence.

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He ignores the damage that his party has inflicted, and will continue to inflict, on Scotland and indeed the rest of the UK.

Meanwhile his deranged boss uses the wonderful roll-out of the vaccines as a smokescreen to try to escape his responsibilities in the mess he and his gang of incompetents have caused.

He wants us to believe that he has led the vaccine roll-out when in actual fact the success has been down to genuine healthcare experts and other extremely able people.

I wouldn’t trust Boris Johnson to run the proverbial sweet shop. Even most of the right-wing newspapers and online media have wakened up to the fact that Johnson’s days are nearing the end.

His crass and hurtful comments about not caring if thousands of dead bodies were piling up in the street must be the last straw.

If not, what exactly has this delusional fool got to do before people say enough is enough?

Harry Key
Largoward

THE extravagant wallpaper cover-up and attempts from Boris’s henchmen to deflect surely highlights that Downing Street’s walls are devoid of any integrity. The only positive I can think of is that when his son Winifred eventually goes off to the local primary school and his parents are asked to cover his textbooks, they’ll still have a spare roll of “goldchip” to use. That is if it’s not already been put on the skip!

Robin Maclean
Fort Augustus

WILL some nice kind Tory donor please send me enough money to decorate the living room. A’h promise no tae tell onybody.

M Ross
Aviemore