Celtic fans spat on Remembrance by booing the dead - they should be banned

Celtic fans have never seemed more detestable. That's no small feat considering one of them is Humza Yousaf, the failed former Scottish First Minister and human embodiment of a 30-minute colour-wash cycle: short-lived, annoyingly-loud and uneasy around whites.

But even Humza couldn't outdo the sheer moral bankruptcy on display this weekend. In an act so embarrassingly pathetic it makes Liverpool's Premier League title defence look respectable, Celtic supporters turned their backs and booed the minute's silence for Remembrance Sunday - dedicated to those who have lost their lives in wars - before their clash with Kilmarnock. Referee Don Robertson had no choice but to cut the tribute short after just 15 seconds - roughly the same amount of time Celtic spend in the Champions League every season.

Never mind the fact that several Celtic players fought - and some died - on the battlefields of World War I or that thousands of Glaswegians were slaughtered in World War II. These moronic, shameless twerps are so consumed by anti-British rage - and apparently anti-logic too - that their vile demonstration was all that mattered.

Whatever you think of Britain, its empire or its role in history, jeering a tribute to the innocent dead is as dumb as it is disgraceful. Imagine booing at the cenotaph, or at the poppy appeal, or at a kitten video on YouTube. It's the same level of mindless idiocy, just with more kilts and scarves.

Being anti-Remembrance makes about as much sense as being anti-Sydney Sweeney's boobs. Even if you're a historically illiterate, virtue-signalling buffoon - as so many clearly were - there is no excuse for dishonouring the courage, the sacrifice and the horror that millions of soldiers endured.

Celtic fans turned remembrance into a circus act worthy of a Harry Maguire YouTube compilation - or maybe their 7-1 defeat to Borussia Dortmund last year. By booing the very concept of respect and dignity, they revealed themselves not as anti-establishment daredevils, but as vapid, ideologically-captured nutjobs.

It's no surprise. This is a fanbase so wrapped up in imaginary oppression and victimhood that they cosy up to Islamist terrorists in Hamas, calling acts of mass murder "resistance." Their moral compass is so broken and half-baked it might as well get a job for the SNP!

Punishment must follow. If they'd been involved in a brawl, Celtic games would be locked behind-closed-doors. This? This is worse than a brawl. This is a slap in the face of humanity, of British decency. Fine the club, suspend the supporters and force a thousand hours of community service.

Make them knit poppies in the shape of the Archbishop of Canterbury's face while reciting the names of every fallen soldier they've just insulted. Let them learn that some things are so flagrantly anti-British, so monumentally wrong, they ought to be stomped out faster than Scotland's chances of scoring at an international tournament.

Here's the brutal truth: if you can boo a minute's silence for the dead, you are so deprived of decency that even Ebenezer Scrooge would refuse to sit next to you at Christmas dinner. Your scarf-waving bravado won't resurrect soldiers or heal grieving families. It's nothing more than a neon sign flashing: "We have no shame, no respect and a two-dimensional understanding of history."

So let this be a warning to every last kilted nincompoop in Celtic's terraces: keep booing the brave, keep sneering at sacrifice and the world will remember you - not as fans, not as football lovers, but as the human equivalent of soggy haggis: soft, sad and fundamentally unfit for polite company.

Bravo, Celtic - you've outdone yourselves in repugnance - and that's a feat that deserves nothing less than collective eye-rolls from every decent human being within a 10-mile radius.