The Loch Ness Monster

[Ninurta]

I can’t believe I now know of 2 people that like Kraken. I bought some a couple of years ago because I thought the bottle was cool. I didn’t like it, so that’s what I’d bring out whenever the husband’s mooching friends came over. They usually wouldn’t stick around after the first pour. 

That map @"Kenzo" posted looks to have a whole bunch of terrifying creatures on it. I guess Scotland may not be somewhere I’d want to visit. I’m afraid I’d run into that cu sith and not knowing any better may try to bring it back with me.

Don't do it!

I believe "cu sith" translates into English as "hound of the Sith", so unless "sith" means something else in Scots Gaelic, you'd be stealing Darth Vader's dog, and that would be sure to piss him off!

I may be wrong - I'm basing the translation not on Scots Gaelic, but on Irish Gaelic -- "Cuchullain" --> "Hound of Cullen"; "Cu roi" --> "Hound of the King"; "dobhar cu" --> "water dog".

I released the Kraken into my house because it is 94 proof, and most rum is only around 70 proof.

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[VioletDove]

I can’t believe I now know of 2 people that like Kraken. I bought some a couple of years ago because I thought the bottle was cool. I didn’t like it, so that’s what I’d bring out whenever the husband’s mooching friends came over. They usually wouldn’t stick around after the first pour. 

That map @"Kenzo" posted looks to have a whole bunch of terrifying creatures on it. I guess Scotland may not be somewhere I’d want to visit. I’m afraid I’d run into that cu sith and not knowing any better may try to bring it back with me.

Don't do it!

I believe "cu sith" translates into English as "hound of the Sith", so unless "sith" means something else in Scots Gaelic, you'd be stealing Darth Vader's dog, and that would be sure to piss him off!

I may be wrong - I'm basing the translation not on Scots Gaelic, but on Irish Gaelic -- "Cuchullain" --> "Hound of Cullen"; "Cu roi" --> "Hound of the King"; "dobhar cu" --> "water dog".

I released the Kraken into my house because it is 94 proof, and most rum is only around 70 proof.

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Probably best if I don’t go then. That could cause all sorts of issues. Not to mention, I think vet visits are rough now, I could just imagine taking the cu sith in for an exam...

[Kenzo]

I can neither confirm nor deny any involvement in the creation, fabrication, perpetuation or otherwise of these creature related incidents. And anyway... it was raining and I was bored.

  Nessie Gu Brath!

PS - You can find Kraken in Scotland!
I've drunk it many times and it's very good. (It's a Dark Rum)

G

Hahah!   confess confess ....


Aye , rum is pirate's favorite alcoholic beverage, i forget the rum ( how could i ?  )

[Kenzo]

I noticed on Kenzo's map 'The Beast of Barrisdale' and on The Calum Maclean Project website, there's an account of
the creature and may I say, it brings a warm glow to my heart.
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'This is the story of the Beast of Barrisdale that I got some years ago, when I was in Inverie, and I was taking the place
of the priest for a time, for a week or two or a month. And I got a sick call to Inverguseran.

I was riding on horseback and Alan MacMaster was walking beside me. And, of course, it was not a very swift journey,
as you can understand. But Alan began to tell me of an extraordinary thing that happened away up at a smearing burn
at the end of Loch Hourn.

Something wild began roaring there, in that part of the world, and frightened the people, the whole of the people, I believe
that lived along the north side of Loch Hourn, were in terror for many weeks and months.
But the story of the smearing house was this.

The men were in at their dinner one day and then came out and began telling stories on the stone dykes round the barn.
And they are as a rule, you know, when the men are gathered together at a smearing place, there are many good stories
and songs, and in fact when they are gathering them in for the work they generally get one a two who are good at that,
telling stories or singing songs and so forth, And they were listening to their jokes and so on, when suddenly this terrific
roaring commenced.

And every man was immediately silent and there was no trying who would be first. Right they went into the barn and every
man on his own seat. And now the extraordinary thing about it was this: all the dogs were more frightened than the men
and got under the seats hiding for all they were worth.
Well that’s one side of it.

Now I must tell you: this wild roaring, whatever it was, commenced, in the year 1845 and Macdonald – I think he was Alasdair
Macdonald – told me that he was there at Arnisdale; near Arnisdale, on the north side of Loch Hourn and a number of them
had got together to push a boat out to go fishing.

And they had just got the boat on its keel and were ready to shove, when the wild roaring was heard. The boat was dropped
and every one of the men went away into the house frightened, terribly frightened. Now that, I said, was in 1845. The thing went
on, heard frequently all along the south side of Loch Hourn mostly and sometimes over to Loch Nevis but not so commonly.

Now I had service at Barrisdale one day and after service we had breakfast together quite a number of us. Among other there
was MacMaster – Ronald MacMaster particularly. He was the gamekeeper at Barrisdale. And he told me his experience.

He had to go up to the moor above Barrisdale to get some blackcock or grouse or some bird of that kind to send to the people
who had the shooting there, to send it down to London. He got up very early in the morning so as to be at the moor just as day
was breaking.

There was a little snow in the ground, about half an inch, and when he got close, got up towards the top of the moor, the level of
the moor, he heard the crooning of some birds, the very birds that he was after. So he backed a little to get the shelter of a rock
because he knew that there was some snow coming – what you might call a shower of snow, translating the Gaelic.
And he waited there with his gun ready.

And then suddenly without any warning off the birds go with a shriek of fright. He had some few words to say then, but he sat down
on the rock. He took out of his pipe and had a smoke because “My shot is lost today.” He sat there for a time. And then when daylight
came after the snow was over he walked out to where the birds had been.

And there he saw the tracks of the birds all round and showing on the snow. And right through the middle of the snow. He thought it
was a fox that had frightened them, but it wasn’t the tracks of a fox at all. The tracks are very interesting as described by him and
described by another later on, us I shall tell you.

The tracks left were about four inches each way, across each way. And there were four blunt toes towards the front and then in the
centre where there would be the ball of the lost there was left a cone of snow - showing that there was no ball there. And then – most
extraordinary – four inches behind that was the mark of a great claw that went in through the snow and when coming up picked up little
specks of peat

“Huh!” he said, “this is the wild beast – Biast Mhór Bhàrasdail. It spoilt my shot today and I’m going to give him something before I finish
with him.” So he got his gun ready, followed in for several hundred yards. The thing was going one step after the other. The hind foot mark
was going into the fore foot and it looked almost as if it was something with only two legs.

But then he got to a fault in the hillside. It was a rock going right away down and facing him as he come to it. It was a fault.
Part of the mountain was lower, the other part higher. He said, "That rock there was at least fourteen feet high.” Well now I often say
“Leave it at twelve.” And when he followed on the track there was no halt or pause or looking at it but four marks of four paws at the top
of the rock cleared the leap.

“Huh! I don’t like this. I think I’ll go home.” And he put, his gun away and made straight down the hill. He was away down some hundreds
of yards when a shepherd whistled to him. “Raghnaill, come here The wild beast has gone into the wood just below.” 
“Huh, tha gu leòr agam-sa ri dhèanamh ris a’ Bhiast Mhòr an-diugh.” [I’ve had enough to do with the Wild Beast today]
And marched home.

The shepherd had been there taking sheep out of the corrie, afraid that the snow was going to come heavy and perhaps get his sheep
buried. But Ronald didn’t pay any attention – went home. Now he told me the story and there was a John MacMaster there too,
a gamekeeper, a nice fellow too.

And Ronald said something: he thought it was something preternatural, not of this world at all because the marks of the paws were only seen
on the beautiful heavenly snow that had come down. “Oh!” John MacMaster says, “No, I saw it in the peat.” Then he described how he was one
day going up a hill in the usual way of the men with his stick across his back under his arms or something, and he passed a place where the
peat was bare of heather.

And there was a mark of a paw and he went on and: “Huh! That’s bigger than a dog’s paw.” And came back and measured it and found the
same measurements as Ronald had given in the snow. “Oh, well,” he says, “this is rather out of the ordinary.” But nothing happened.

Now on that same day after the men stopped speaking Mrs. MacMaster began talking. And she and someone else there began recounting
the tale of a day on which the Wild Beast had come from the mountain top to the east and had come right down the valley past the house
and away up on the other side.

That was about two o' clock in the morning when her husband was away towards Mallaig for a doctor, because she was very sick upstairs
and some other women with her. And they were mortally terrified. The house seemed to shake with the roaring of this animal.

And then another thing. They said to me that when a girl who was working in the house, an oldish maid, she went out, and they said to me:
“That girl was sixteen years in the Inverness Mental Hospital with the fright she took when this creature was heard at the village of Airor on
the west coast.

The people were around. It was about mid-day. The people were about their houses and some working and women gossiping over their
fences and so on. And the cows were around the different crofts and so on, when suddenly about mid-day this creature, whatever it was,
began roaring on a small hill just above the houses.

Then everybody was into the house terrified. And this is the extraordinary thing: all the cows gathered together and the bigger the older
cows put the young cattle into the middle of a ring. And there they were with their heads out bellowing for all they were worth in mortal
terror. And that girl was one of those who was terrified and, as I said, she was in the Mental Hospital in Inverness for sixteen years after.
Now it was one of the things that was very noticeable, the terror of dogs, yet the deer were not afraid.

Now I’ll tell you one part of the story that’s not first hand. What I am saying to you I heard from the people who heard the creature, but this is
only second hand. Murdoch Maclennan. I am told, saw a certain creature that he was rather alarmed at. And a friend of his was there with
him.

They were both fox-hunters, brocairean. And the friend had a gun and said: “I’m going to fire at this creature.”
Murdoch tried to prevent him, but it was no good. The man fired and apparently missed, because the wild beast went off with the deer.
He was with deer at the time and he ran away roaring for all he was worth and the deer went with him as companions.
Now another instance that is only second hand was that a man was walking along a road going towards the west along the north side of
Loch Hourn, Arnisdale way.

And he came almost to a point where the road was turning round and there coming up the other way was the Wild Beast. They both gazed
at one another and then began to back each of them. As soon as the man got out of sight he ran for all he was worth, went to bed and was
in bed for a week with the fright. Now those are the two points – that I have got – of second hand sight.
But the end of the whole thing comes like this.

As I said, it began in 1845. The last time it was heard was in 1903, when John MacMaster and John MacGillvary were away up on a
mountain towards the east end of Loch Hourn. I can’t now remember the name of the mountain. I knew it some time ago. And they were
well up-over – two thousand feet.

And below them there was a mountain barn and green pasturage beside the loch, this little loch. And in that there were a number of deer
feeding. They were sufficiently far away to have their spy-glasses out. And they were looking at the deer. Some of the deer were lying down,
others were standing up and feeding and so on: And then a thing that happens any time at all; if a raven crosses from one mountain top to
another and goes over a bunch of deer, the deer, each ear will go up and try to place the raven, find out.

Now, at that time the two men were lying on the ground with their spying-glasses watching the deer.
There were about six little dogs that they had. They were sitting on the grass beside them. And this wild creature began its roaring in a
corrie about three miles across the valley. That’s what they thought. And the deer didn’t notice it at all.

There was not a movement in the ear of any deer. But the dogs, the dogs tried to get under the legs of the two gamekeepers, hiding
with their hair standing on end, frightened out of their wits. And then after a time it stopped. And that’s the last time it was heard.
Both these gamekeepers promised to send me a telegram, if it was ever again heard, and we were going out after it.

The description that was given to me by many of the people. As I said before I did not meet the two who actually saw it, but it was well
known among the people what it looked like. The description given to me was this. It was about the size of a donkey but with a mane
and a tail like a horse. The head was broad at the top like that of a wild boar but there was no snout. It was a heavy over-hanging jaw
and terribly, terribly ugly.
The Beast did not attack anyone and nobody knows what it fed on.

MacMaster and MacGillvary would not tell me a lie. That I knew. None of those would. I knew them well and as God is my witness,
what I tell you is true. That was the usual thing. Father MacDonell died in a Glasgow nursing home in 1958. Three years earlier
– aged eighty-five – he had received an MBE in recognition of a lifetime’s involvement in the recruitment of emigrants to Canada.
He had connections with Aird and Invergarry and his pen-name when contributing to newspapers such as The Oban Times was
Creagan-an-Fhithich...'

Something is going on in Scotland ? , it may be the World capitol of strange creatures, a mystical place where two different dimensions live in same frame .

[gordi]

I noticed on the map that Kenzo shared earlier...



...a reference to "The Dundee Dragon"?
Well, there's actually a well known folk-tale about that one - if you'd like to hear it?

I found out about it when I came across a big bronze "Scary Dragon" sculpture in Dundee city centre...

OK, Many years ago, a farmer lived in a small village (Pittenden?) to the Northside of Dundee with his NINE daughters (don't ask!! LOL).
Upon needing fresh water, he sent one of his daughters out to the well to get some, but she was taking ages to come back so he sent another daughter out to hurry her up.
When she didn't come back either, he sent another and then another until all of his daughters were now gone.
Perplexed; he went out after them, and following their path (down to the well) found their mangled, half-eaten corpses scattered all around a grotesque but sleeping Dragon!

Horrified, he ran back to the village for help, where a young man called Martin - the boyfriend of his eldest daughter - gathered some of the men-folk together and they hurried back up the hill to the spot by the well, engaging and badly injuring the Dragon in a terrible fight.

The Dragon tried to flee but the men pursued on horseback and finally caught up with it, where Martin delivered the fatal blow to the cries of "Strike Martin! Strike Martin!"

There stands to this day, on the spot where The Dragon fell... an ancient Pictish stone with a carving of a Man on horseback battling a "serpent", now known as "Martin's Stone" and the entire area is actually called: "Strathmartine", which is either a corruption of "Strike Martin!" or more likely "Martin's Valley" (Strath generally meaning "a mountain valley around...").

The "Nine Maidens" are celebrated in various local landmarks and businesses, and the Dragon has been adopted as a sort of city emblem for Dundee.


I found a picture of the Dragon Sculpture in Dundee's city centre!



Now, I have no idea whether the story has any basis in fact, and I presume that it was probably "made up" to entertain adults over a dram, or to frighten kids to go to bed, or maybe just to try and explain the strange carving on the ancient stone... but there is the nagging question...

Why would the ancient Picts go to all the trouble of erecting a standing stone to adorn it with an image of a man on horseback battling a serpent, if it didn't represent... something?

G

[BIAD]

On the back of Gordi's posting, I took a look at the map kindly offered by Kenzo and went westwards from where our
mushroom-carving Caledonian reported on!

I'd guess countries all over the world -where small communities have been in existence for centuries, have such unusual
phenomena that could be rational explained by more-normal reasons the more-modernised areas of those countries
have accepted. But, strange things happen today and have happened that nobody as a logical version for.

Superstition is a great breeder in these weird creatures for many often-remote communities, a blame-tactic that we still
use today, but sadly without an imaginative beast of crone within its narrative. Is your memory fading due to age because
you cannot remember where you placed an item...? Or did a sneaky Boggart take said-object and waits for a payment to
return what it stole?

In modern-times = apologise or be cancelled! We don't wander far from who we really are as a species!

Take for example, the 'Ciuthach' on the left of Kenzo's map. Ciuthach or 'Cughtagh' is the title within folkore more relevant
to the Irish and the Manx history (Manx -Isle of Man in the Irish Sea). Yet, the tale of a cave-dwelling spirit or monster is
displayed as being part of the oral history of a Scottish island. (In actuality, that area on the folklore map is still connected
to the Scottish mainland, but the map may be referring to the outer-islands) and shows the movement of people in
general.

But the Ciuthach that supposedly inhabited the peninsula of Kintyre could have been a rejected community -maybe Picts,
who inhabited in sea-caves and their isolated living bred gossip and tales which manifested from a reclusive group to a
shambling thing that lived a degenerate existence. It is only a small step to allow such a story to evolve communal lore -with
assitance from migration, into one of the many beings that superstition spawns.
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Above the Ciuthach on Kenzo's kindly-provided map is the 'Ceasg', a mermaid 'maighdean na tuinne'-or maid of the sea.
What surprises me is the specific identification often used to describe the marine maiden in the form of half-human and half
-salmon.

In the north-western corner of the Orkney islands, a very recent tale tells of a Ceasg being seen by a farmer's wife on the shore
of Birsay. Attempting to capture it -and failing, the wife spoke of the mermaid as “a good-looking person” whilst her husband
described her as “having a covering of brown hair.”!
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Finally for that promontory area of Scotland, there's the Each-uisge, a traditional style of water-kelpie.
A shape-shifting water-horse that does what most kinds of this mythological creatures does and lures the innocent to the depths
of their watery-dens. However, this beastie -in its form as a horse, has an adhesive quality to its flesh and any brave rider cannot
change their minds as his/her mendacious mount plunges into the depths of their habitat.

[BIAD]

On the north-eastern tip of Scotland there is a strange animal known as a 'Lavellan'. Kenzo's map indicates it is
another water-dweller and this creature is usually described a large Water Shrew-mouse. But this seemingly
-harmless designation contradicts the sparse information about the supernatural beast.

Capable of harming cattle from a distance of forty yards by vague means, locals used its cured-skin to heal sick
domesticated animals by dipping the hide of the Lavellan into a bucket of water and allowing the ailing cattle and
sheep to drink it.

Most images offer a shrew, but some descriptions are similar to type of the Irish creatures said to live in their loughs.
These Irish beasties are known as Dobhar-Chu or Doyarchu, which means 'water-dog'.

[Ninurta]

Question: might "sith" be the Scots equivalent of the Irish "sidhe"?

I have a nephew that can speak Scots Gaelic, but he's never around when I have a question!

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[gordi]

Question: might "sith" be the Scots equivalent of the Irish "sidhe"?

I have a nephew that can speak Scots Gaelic, but he's never around when I have a question!

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Yes Nin,
That's pretty much my understanding exactly.

The Scots Gaelic: "sith" (*pronounced Shee I think?) is indeed the same or equivalent to the Irish "Sidhe", meaning a faery / spirit / ghost or referring to the places associated with such creatures.

Probably came from the same roots I reckon.

[Ninurta]

Question: might "sith" be the Scots equivalent of the Irish "sidhe"?

I have a nephew that can speak Scots Gaelic, but he's never around when I have a question!

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Yes Nin,
That's pretty much my understanding exactly.

The Scots Gaelic: "sith" (*pronounced Shee I think?) is indeed the same or equivalent to the Irish "Sidhe", meaning a faery / spirit / ghost or referring to the places associated with such creatures.

Probably came from the same roots I reckon.

Thanks for the info. I reckon then that "Bean" is cognate to Irish "Bhean" for "woman" then, and "Jenny wi the airn teeth" is "Jenny with the iron teeth"... which last there is a pretty horrifying thought.

So I may be able to talk some words of Scots Gaelic, but not be able to spell them. Pretty much my same situation with English...

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[gordi]

Thanks for the info. I reckon then that "Bean" is cognate to Irish "Bhean" for "woman" then, and "Jenny wi the airn teeth" is "Jenny with the iron teeth"... which last there is a pretty horrifying thought.

So I may be able to talk some words of Scots Gaelic, but not be able to spell them. Pretty much my same situation with English...

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Strangely - I had to THINK about your question(s), because I don't normally recognise the differences between most Scots (Gaelic) and Irish words!
It just looks like a slight mis-spelling of the same words to my brain! Like a typo of the same word!

[BIAD]

Question: might "sith" be the Scots equivalent of the Irish "sidhe"?

I have a nephew that can speak Scots Gaelic, but he's never around when I have a question!

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Yes Nin,
That's pretty much my understanding exactly.

The Scots Gaelic: "sith" (*pronounced Shee I think?) is indeed the same or equivalent to the Irish "Sidhe", meaning a faery / spirit / ghost or referring to the places associated with such creatures.

Probably came from the same roots I reckon.

Thanks for the info. I reckon then that "Bean" is cognate to Irish "Bhean" for "woman" then, and "Jenny wi the airn teeth" is "Jenny with the iron teeth"... which last there is a pretty horrifying thought.

So I may be able to talk some words of Scots Gaelic, but not be able to spell them. Pretty much my same situation with English...

Jenny Wi’ the Airn Teeth

What a plague is this o’ mine, Winna steek his e’e,
Though I hap him ow’r the head as cosie as can be.

Sleep! an’ let me to my wark, a’ thae claes to airn;
Jenny wi’ the airn teeth, come an’ tak’ the bairn:

Tak’ him to your ain den, where the bowgie bides,
But first put baith your big teeth in his wee plump sides;
Gie your auld grey pow a shake, rive him frae my grup
-Tak’ him where nae kiss is gaun when he waukens up.

Whatna noise is that I hear comin’ doon the street?
Weel I ken the dump-dump O’ her beetle feet.
Mercy me, she’s at the door, hear her lift the sneck;
Whisht! an’ cuddle mammy noo closer roun’ the neck.

Jenny wi’ the airn teeth, the bairn has aff his claes,
Sleepin’ safe an’ soun’, I think  dinna touch his taes;
Sleepin’ weans are no for you; Ye may turn about
An’ tak’ awa’ wee Tam next door- I hear him screichin’ oot.

Dump, dump, awa’ she gangs back the road she cam’;
I hear her at the ither door, speirin’ after Tam.
He’ a crabbit, greetin’ thing, the warst in a’ the toon;
Little like my ain wee wean— losh, he’s sleepin’ soun’.

Mithers hae an awfu’ wark wi’ their bairns at nicht—
Chappin’ on the chair wi’ tangs to gi’e the rogues a fricht.
Aulder weans are fley’d wi’ less, weel aneuch, we ken—
bigger bowgies, bigger Jennies, frichten muckle men.

[BIAD]

So... thread closed then?

Scottish pupils will be taught the Loch Ness monster is anti-Scottish because its legend was
a creation of the British class system that portrayed Scotland as 'primitive'

*Loch Ness Monster is seen as a symbol of England’s domination of Scotland
*Pupils will be taught how class structure had a role in the creation of the legend
*Campaigners see the lessons as ‘nationalist' and aimed at ‘brainwashing’ pupils

'To many, it’s a fun fairytale to lure tourists; to others, it’s a genuine mystery – or just a silly hoax. 
But to woke education chiefs, the Loch Ness Monster is a potent symbol of England’s domination of Scotland
–a theory which will now be taught in schools.


It seems anyone who say they saw something in the Loch are English-biased and idiots. (This includes myself)

Pupils north of the border are to be told how the mythical beast reinforces negative stereotypes and ingrains bias
about the Scots. Schoolchildren will be taught how the class structure had a role in the creation of the legend, and
how stories surrounding the creature relate to debate on Scottish Independence and even the Cold War. 

But campaigners last night criticised the classes as ‘nationalist, anti-British propaganda’ aimed at ‘brainwashing’
pupils. The remarkable claims about Nessie come in a 17-page social studies lesson plan to help secondary
school teachers teach what the monster’s portrayal in films says about Scotland’s image and how it affects ‘wider
contemporary topics, such as the Independence Referendum’. 

The material aims to help 11-to-14- year-olds ‘recognise persuasion and bias’ and asserts that the monster was
‘designed as a tourist attraction to appeal to the motoring middle classes’ during the Depression. Though the
earliest reports date from the 6th Century, the Nessie phenomenon exploded in the 1930s with a flurry of alleged
sightings and photographs. 

And the first film about Nessie was 1934’s low-budget horror romp The Secret Of The Loch. 
The lesson plan says the movie monster ‘shows the somewhat ambivalent position that Scotland holds in the Union…
the very idea of a prehistoric monster in a loch affirms the stereotypical idea that Scotland –by contrast to England
–is a rural wilderness, perhaps one bypassed by progress. 

‘The monster’s depiction suggests that although there was a “primitive” wilderness in Scotland before the state of
Britain, the modern state has the ability to control it using advanced knowledge and technologies.’ The document
goes on to describe how the Nessie legend was ‘indicative of the development of the modern state of Britain’,
and that the creature’s depiction ‘reveals a lot about Scotland’s position within the Union… the supposedly unified
national community to which people could “imagine a sense of belonging”.’ 

It adds that ‘cinematic depictions of Nessie enabled Britain to imagine itself as a modern and unified state’.
Also placed under scrutiny are the 1996 family drama Loch Ness, starring Ted Danson and Joely Richardson, and
the 1983 short The Loch Ness Monster Movie, in which a cheaply animated claymation Nessie rampages through
Edinburgh. 

The teaching aid says: ‘This monstrous destruction of the nation’s capital questions whether Scotland may be dragged
into the dangerous arena of the Cold War due to its relationship with England… and indeed, Britain’s “special relationship”
with the USA. 

In this movie, Nessie is a Scottish monster, questioning whether, in the circumstances it finds itself in, it should reconsider
its position in Britain in order to find a different place in the world.’  Chris McGovern, chairman of the Campaign for Real
Education, slammed the material, saying: ‘There is no question about it presenting anti-British bias. It seeks to brainwash
pupils into believing that Scotland is the victim of a wicked conspiracy to subvert and infantilise its identity.

‘The nationalist cause must be in desperate trouble if it has to resort to such propaganda tactics with young people.
My advice to teachers is to use the Nessie Plan itself as an example of how “bias” is used by educators.’

Education Scotland said last night: ‘Through the study of films, the resource encourages students to debate, to analyse bias
and understand the role film has played in shaping the global view of Scotland. 
‘It also seeks to support pupils in learning about the importance of respecting the heritage and identity of others.’...'

Daily Mail:

[gordi]

So... thread closed then?

Scottish pupils will be taught the Loch Ness monster is anti-Scottish because its legend was
a creation of the British class system that portrayed Scotland as 'primitive'

*Loch Ness Monster is seen as a symbol of England’s domination of Scotland
*Pupils will be taught how class structure had a role in the creation of the legend
*Campaigners see the lessons as ‘nationalist' and aimed at ‘brainwashing’ pupils..........

Daily Mail:

Oh, dear... The Daily Fail.

"Scottish pupils will be taught the Loch Ness Monster is Anti-Scottish..."  No they wont.

This "article" is not even about "lessons".
It's about a proposed study of how Scotland is written about and perceived by other nations.
As one commentor on the original article says:

. The aim of this PROPOSAL is to examine through a series of films how Scotland is perceived around the rest of the world. And whether or not those perceptions might be justified. OR - and the report itself says...."to examine "expressions of Scottishness constructed in the USA, Canada, England, France, India, Hong Kong (among other places), which indicate the complexity of Scotlands position in the worlds imagination"

It is NOT about teaching Scots pupils that Nessie is anti-Scottish or otherwise.
It's about how OTHER countires paint Scotland in their media, movies etc. and how THAT affects how the World sees Scotland.

Complete and utter Anti-SNP, Anti- Scottish Government BS (once again) from the Daily Fail.

sorry.  /rant

G

[BIAD]

So... thread closed then?

Oh, dear... The Daily Fail.

"Scottish pupils will be taught the Loch Ness Monster is Anti-Scottish..."  No they wont.

Complete and utter Anti-SNP, Anti- Scottish Government BS (once again) from the Daily Fail.

sorry.  /rant

G

But-but Gordi... it's in a newspaper! Are you trying to tell me this isn't what the actual facts are about...?
IT'S IN A NEWSPAPER!




(Sorry mate, I knew it would bring yer'!)

[CJinTX]

So... thread closed then?

Oh, dear... The Daily Fail.

"Scottish pupils will be taught the Loch Ness Monster is Anti-Scottish..."  No they wont.

Complete and utter Anti-SNP, Anti- Scottish Government BS (once again) from the Daily Fail.

sorry.  /rant

G

But-but Gordi... it's in a newspaper! Are you trying to tell me this isn't what the actual facts are about...?
IT'S IN A NEWSPAPER!




(Sorry mate, I knew it would bring yer'!)

But I saw it on the internet just now....that means its totally true right? Right?

[gordi]

THREAD CLOSED.


*It was in a paper, damnit!

G

[BIAD]

Complete and utter Anti-SNP, Anti- Scottish Government BS (once again) from the Daily Fail.

G

Of course it's utter shite, but one must remember that it keeps 'Journalists' employed!
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(From the Comment section below the article)
Lee Dunn 
"Anybody believes this needs to give their head a wobble. My daughters a teacher and this story is nonsense"

kflyonskalmenson, da boibs of nyc, United States.
"Is this for real?"

MalcolmR, St. Andrews, United Kingdom.
"Nope - and nor are most of the ignorant comments that we see. The aim of this PROPOSAL is to examine
through a series of films how Scotland is perceived around the rest of the world. And whether or not those
perceptions might be justified. OR - and the report itself says...."to examine "expressions of Scottishness
constructed in the USA, Canada, England, France, India, Hong Kong (among other places), which indicate
the complexity of Scotlands position in the worlds imagination" Kinda different to what this B S is "reporting".

I'm now considering whether the word 'shite' fully-explains this article.

[Freeborn]

It is NOT about teaching Scots pupils that Nessie is anti-Scottish or otherwise.
It's about how OTHER countires paint Scotland in their media, movies etc. and how THAT affects how the World sees Scotland.

Complete and utter Anti-SNP, Anti- Scottish Government BS (once again) from the Daily Fail.

sorry.  /rant

G

Sorry mate but from where I'm standing its something completely different.

Most Scots living around Loch Ness are quite happy to see the tourists this evil myth brings in, in fact they rely on it for a living.

Its no British/English conspiracy at all and its certainly not designed to portray Scotland as some backwater.

Is paranoid Nat ramblings aimed at smearing those bastard British - for that read English - yet again.

The SNP should really concentrate on the thing the Scottish people elected them to do; govern the country and not promote utter bollocks like this.

[Raggedyman]

We all know the Nessie myth does not stand alone, she lies amongst many other mythical sea and river creatures

Ogopogo
Champlain
Hawkesbury

https://www.angelfire.com/bc2/cryptodomi...easts.html

and locally where i am from we had our own Swan River monster, reportedly 10 meters long, as thick as a football (AFL), effectively a giant eel but, no reported sightings in @ 50 years and relegated to myth status and stupidity
I once spoke to an old man many years ago while eating lunch, he grew up on the Swan, played in its waters in the 20 and 30s i guess, related how there were these eel creatures in the river when he was a kid, Guess like him, they are all gone now and just a few memories passed down 
I have only heard this story once, from him, never heard it spoken of by anyone else

Aboriginal folklore is the "Wagyl" created the Swan River by slithering down the escarpment, 10 meter eel, once lived in the local river, wouldnt shock me but, no one else believe in the story