I understand that Cameron's man in Scotland, Alistair Carmichael, has asked Facebook to take down a page which ridicules Alex Salmond.
I suspect that it may be the page that was referred to by an angry unionist who posted it anonymously on this blog.
I wonder why.
What has it got to do with him?
I suppose he thinks it makes him look statesman like. It doesn't. It makes him look like an interfering old busybody.
Firstly, I'm sure that the First Minister is capable of dealing with Facebook himself, if he wishes to.
And secondly,except where we are talking illegal pornography, terrorism or crime, politicians should keep their noses out of what people wish to discuss, down the pub, at the water cooler, in the canteen and on line. Even then it's a police matter, not political.
There is nothing illegal in calling Alex Salmond a deluded wanker. Sticks and stones, etc.
And there are no brownie points in trying to look like you care when you don't. We still have freedom of speech in the UK, or certainly in Scotland, or did i miss something overnight?
I see that Carwyn Jones was paid by London to come to Edinburgh and do the Tory government's bidding in selling his fellow Celts down the river. He wants more power for Wales (devo max which Scotland was denied) and less from Scotland, however, he may find that if he persuades Scots to vote no to independence, the courting of the Celtic nations may well stop, and he will find himself with a good deal less.
Barnett, which he wants rid of, may favour Scotland because of its size and the need to provide Scots with the services that their taxes pay for in more populous parts of the UK, but with the Tory (and Labour) fixation for making sure that London wins in every matter, if the really powerful Celtic tiger, Scotland, is slain, and independence put back in its box, Wales may find that Barnett will be replaced with something that will do the Welsh no favours at all.
The Tories don't have much to lose in the Celtic fringe; the memory of Thatcher just won't go away. And Labour takes us for granted.
It's only when we look as if we may leave them to stew in their own juice that they take any notice of us.