It’s safe to say, readers, that our light-hearted new impromptu fundraiser has well and truly unhinged a few members of Scotland’s unhappiest community: the WokeNats.
So when the lovely and super-talented film-maker Phantom Power very kindly tweeted about it this afternoon, asking “where would we be without Wings?” and suggesting people might possibly donate a pound or two, one of them saw no contradiction about making these two replies, less than an hour apart.
We clear on the rules? Death threats bad, putting my head in an incinerator good.
What the charming Mr Nicol means by “death threats”, incidentally, is our admittedly appalling history of openly calling for gun violence against female politicians.
We’re really not sure that we ever “professed” ourselves to be the “saviour of women”, to be honest. But if you’re having trouble remembering all the times we called for gun violence against them, he’s got the PROOF:
If we sued everyone who ever defamed us on Twitter we’d be in court until we died, and frankly we’re a bit tired of spending money on it, but maybe Mr Nicol has a point and we should make an exception here. We’ll mull it over.
The rest of the response poor Alan of PP got was barely any less deranged.
We were especially intrigued to hear about our “huge house” (we live in a rented 2-bed flat), although not as much as we were by the idea of someone spoon-feeding a dildo.
Imagine having hundreds and hundreds of people who thought it was absolutely fine and acceptable behaviour to run around saying things like this about you every day of your life, readers. No wonder we need a wee glass of gin once in a while.
But if you’d rather not buy us one because you don’t want to upset these delicate little flowers, we entirely understand. There won’t be any gun violence over it, promise.