I have spent longer than I care to remember documenting the ineptitudes and inadequacies of the Scottish Parliament.
Years upon years given to gathering evidence of the sundry ways in which an over-sold institution has under-delivered — and then some.
Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of columns marshalling my case that devolution was a historic error and that, far from closing the ‘democratic deficit’, it has rent open a new chasm between the Scottish public and a remote, unaccountable elite at Holyrood.
A life’s work.
And along comes Maggie Chapman and makes my job obsolete.
Because who needs me to point out the absurdity of a parliament to which Chapman is capable of getting elected?
Who needs to be told that Holyrood’s committee system is weak, ineffectual and unfit for purpose when Chapman is not only a member of the equalities, human rights and civil justice committee but its deputy convenor?
Chapman is not some oddity who wandered in off the street. She is the living, breathing, rainbow-lanyarded embodiment of devolution and its elevation of a class of self-righteous mediocrities and self-deluding cranks who believe they can solve world peace when they can’t even solve A&E waiting times.