Travels With My Father (Netflix shite)

I was just informed by my Mrs, who doesn’t live in the UK, about her next venture into the fucking awful world of Netflix.

I’ve never used cuntflix due to it being an absolute pile of wank with fuck all on. Anyway, her and a few mates club in for the subscription to while away the hours after a hard day slaving over a hot keyboard. I have a chat about what she’s currently watching (usually shit American drama), sometimes I agree with her choices and ‘stream’ (ahem) them myself. Sometimes good, sometimes not so good.

Tonight she told me that her next series would be..’Travels with my father’. Ok, I thought. I’ll have a look and give an honest answer. Jack (unfunny comedian) Whitehall and his dad Michael? (agent to the stars) Whitehall get to fuck off to foreign lands on a fully expenses paid trip to make a series. Looooong story short, we fell out massively because my views on nepotism in the corrupt pile of fucking wank that is ‘the media’ fell short of her understanding of the British way of shite.

Fuck both Whitehalls, fuck media nepotism and fuck all modern “”comedians?””.

Edit as you please admin, cunts.

Nominated by Candygram for mongo

Scarlett Johansson (3)

The Hollyweird hypocrite is now spouting off about how she ‘knows’ Woody Allen is innocent of alleged child sex offences… How the fuck can she know if she wasn’t there at the time?

The arrogance and Noo Yoik hipster luvvie bollocks is astounding, even by her cuntish standards. Also, she’s all over Allen, believing him innocent without question, but she didn’t give James Franco the benefit of the doubt. She put the boot into him instead…

What a complete and utter cunt…

Nominated by Norman


Overpopulation is a myth isn’t it cunters? I know you’ll agree. But here are just a few quotes to buttresses your arguments when you’re controversy with people.

According to the U.N. Population Database, the world’s population in 2010 w JJBill be 6,908,688,000. The landmass of Texas is 268,820 sq mi (7,494,271,488,000 sq ft).

So, divide 7,494,271,488,000 sq ft by 6,908,688,000 people, and you get 1084.76 sq ft/person. That’s approximately a 33′ x 33′ plot of land for every person on the planet, enough space for a town house.
Given an average four person family, every family would have a 66′ x 66′ plot of land, which would comfortably provide a single family home and yard — and all of them fit on a landmass the size of Texas. Admittedly, it’d basically be one massive subdivision, but Texas is a tiny portion of the inhabitable Earth’

Malthus was a lad wasn’t he?

In his Essay on the Principle of Population, Malthus calls for increased mortality among the poor:

All the children born, beyond what would be required to keep up the population to this level, must necessarily perish, unless room be made for them by the deaths of grown persons… To act consistently therefore, we should facilitate, instead of foolishly and vainly endeavouring to impede, the operations of nature in producing this mortality; and if we dread the too frequent visitation of the horrid form of famine, we should sedulously encourage the other forms of destruction, which we compel nature to use. Instead of recommending cleanliness to the poor, we should encourage contrary habits. In our towns we should make the streets narrower, crowd more people into the houses, and court the return of the plague. In the country, we should build our villages near stagnant pools, and particularly encourage settlements in all marshy and unwholesome situations. (Book IV,

“But above all, we should reprobate specific remedies for ravaging diseases; and those benevolent, but much mistaken men, who have thought they were doing a service to mankind by projecting schemes for the total extirpation of particular disorders’.

Let’s kill off the poor. They only get in the way.

Nominated by Miles Plastic

Gareth Thomas (2)


Scrum down boyos for a sportsmanlike cunting for this 45 year old attention seeking ex sportsman, and putative “Iron Man”:

Yes our gay rugger bugger, not content with *coming out* 10 years ago then writing a book called “Proud” about it 5 years later in case we had all forgotten (if we were interested in the first place), has now announced the sad news he is HIV Positive, and has been for some years, which might have come as a shock to his “husband”.

It seems, despite Mr Thomas protestations that he is doing this for the benefit of mankind (or at least those men who put on tight shorts and stick their backsides in the air for other players to fondle), that he was in danger of being exposed by a tabloid newspaper, so it seems he has got his retaliation in first. There is also money to be made: BBC Wales will be showing a documentary film about the Derek Jarman of sport later this week.

So discreet, this pundit, writer, social campaigner, cry-baby and sportsman.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

I put forward an arse injected, death sentence cunting for Welsh rugby starlet, Gareth Thomas.

Not only did we have to endure the cuntitude of this cunt on coming out as gay (so what??) and also being a top rugby player (and the surprise there being?? There’s more fudge packed in rugger clubs than Roundtree’s and Cadbury’s combined), but now we’re supposed to get all teary-eyed at the fact he’s now come clean as being HIV+.

I do not condone the way the media outed his contagious and life-threatening disease to his parents but sympathy… No!

This cunt may have endangered the people around him through not coming clean on his condition as soon as he knew. That is sociopathy at it’s worst. Last I checked rugby is a contact sport which can result in bloodied injuries. No doubt all those he participated with/against are equally blasé about his condition and wouldn’t have minded in the slightest.

If his parents didn’t know then it is likely that many of his other nearest and dearest friends and family didn’t know either. Friends/family with children, but instead of pillorying the cunt for his recklessness, the lefty-liberal lamestream media are heralding the cunt as some sort of oppressed hero!?!

No! He is a cunt pure and simple!

I don’t care what the neo-liberal globalist media say on either side of the pond, about AIDS bastards slinging their spunk/blood around unprotected, as being “no big deal anymore” – so long as they’re on their meds, of course.

That’s as may be, but I’d like the right to make my own decision about such things, thank you.

I may be a luddite and “old school” when it comes to my attitude on such things, but wouldn’t want me or mine to be in the same postcode as this cunt!

That has fuck all to do with him being gay, and everything to do with him being an unscrupulous and dishonest cunt!

Nominated by Rebel without a Cunt!

Insipid Bosses

Insipid bosses are absolute fucking cunts.

I spend limited time in an office as a mechanical engineer (say 2-3 days per week, can sometimes be less), the rest is either working from home or meeting associates around the country. But the time I do spent in our office is a wretched, soul-sucking affair with the stench of indifference permeating every fucking square inch of the place.

I remember my first boss in the early 2000’s was one who was a real bastard to all non-hackers and outside professions of whom we had dealings, but was fiercely protective of his own staff and the working environment. This fucker was the one who got on his own hands and knees to pull around IT cables each afternoon for a full week when the maintenance consultants were delayed. He helped redecorate and fit-out the local office himself and he took control whenever anyone tried to fuck us about. Hindsight is 20/20 I know, but I thought leaving them for a larger firm was ‘progression’ and now bitterly regret it.

The management of the regional office where I work now are a complete fucking nightmare. No commitment to anything, always laughing off real problems instead of showing a dire need to control matters. Clients have ripped the firm off of a fortune, but they just don’t fucking care. Last year I was invited to join the regional board but I could see just how hamstrung every issue would be with their indecision, reluctance to show any innovation or desire to change things which aren’t working. So I effectively told them ‘fuck that for a game of soldiers.’.

As someone senior, I am fortunate enough to largely work solo and independent of the office on many projects. I feel sorry for the more junior staff, some of whom joined just as this flood hit, who have known nothing but a workplace which doesn’t fucking care in the slightest.

If your boss or manager is at all motivational, even if it is caricature management speak, then trust me, be fucking grateful. My bosses are exactly like that company George Costanza worked for towards the end of ‘Seinfeld’; not caring about anything or anyone outside of their own impending fucking retirements.

High time I took my fucking keister elsewhere, methinks.

Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back