Shami Chakrabarti [4]

Shami Chukkabutty (something like that) is a total cunt. She looked into anti-Semitism in the Labour party and gave the all clear. Yes, and since then even comrade Steptoe has admitted to it. So where the fuck did she look? I could find it without being a party member.
Also, today on the radio she used the Remoaners argument about a commons vote on air strikes – you know, the one where you must publicise and debate your negotiating position before negotiating.
Whether you agree with the air strikes or not you have to acknowledge that giving your tactics and proposals ahead of military action isn’t a good idea, much as the Brexit negotiating position. But Chukkabutty was adamant that there should have been a full debate and vote. This wasn’t Blair taking us to war but a limited use of force to fuck off the Ruskies, which may be the problem as Labour is more pro-Russian than pro-British.
So Shami ‘I see no anti-semites’ Chukkabutty is a cunt who does whatever Steptoe wants, regardless of truth or viability. The cunt..

nominated by, Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Alek Minassian

Alek Minassian, the Toronto van driver.

Apparently, this loser deliberately targeted women because he didn’t have a girlfriend and was ‘involuntarily celibate.’ There’s a motive for mass murder!

Don’t know about fellow cunters but I’ve had more than one period of being ‘involuntarily celibate.’ If he was that desperate, I believe there are certain women who provide a service for this problem – for a fee of course.

To paraphrase Mr D Fiddler of this parish, fuck him.

nominated by.Cunt’s Mate Cunt


QDM The Corbyn Chronicles part II

Tristram Hunt, former MP and former Labour member has called for either David Miliband or Khand to form a party to directly challenge Labour. He reckons they are “strong, substantive leaders”. Really? In his first couple of years as Mayor of London, Khan has broken ALL of his election promises and presided over a rise in violent crime, including THIRTEEN murders in ELEVEN days. If Khan is a strong, substantive leader, I hate to see how much worse London would be with a weak, UNsubstantive leader. There’s also the fact that he’s spent more of his time publicly slagging off Trump than he has doing his job. And he’s made at least three trips to America. Hunt also made the laughably absurd claim that Britain is crying out for its own Emmanuel Macron. I don’t about you, but I don’t anyone who’s crying to have a politician who bears even a passing resemblance to the French granny snatcher. Then again, like a lot of his former colleagues, Hunt can hardly claim to know the first thing about the working class.

A lot of Labour’s female MP’s and supporters are up in arms over numerous claims of sexism and sexual impropriety in the Labour Party. Again, Corbyn claims he’s taking a zero tolerance approach to such behaviour, and again, he’s yet to back it up with action. Two female Labour members, one an MP and one an activist, have made claims of sexual harassment against Labour MP Kelvin Hopkins. The activist, Ava Etemadzadeh alleged last year that Hopkins sent her an inappropriate text message and rubbed his crotch against her. This prompted MP Kerry McCarthy to allege that she received unwanted attention from Hopkins when they were both Labour Councillors in the 1990’s. Hopkins denies the allegations. Labour HQ’s response to Etemadzadeh’s allegations by trying to force her to meet Hopkins face to face, so that he could question her over the allegations. A number of female MP’s and activists are threatening to quit the party if an unnamed male MP doesn’t have the whip removed for allegedly physically abusing his wife. There was a big meeting over it, attending by Harriet Harperson. Others threatened to quit if Labour changed its rules regarding all female candidate lists, to include men who identify as women. And there have been several other allegations of sexual abuse/unwanted advances against male MP’s and party members.

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, Corbyn is not a leader. He and his disciples like to portray as a kindly, wise uncle type figure. Like a lot of things with Labour under his stewardship, that is a lie. Once any interview of him when he thinks he’s being given a hard time. The mask of kind uncle Jeremy slips, and his true personality is revealed. A nasty, hateful, far left loon, who despises anyone who’s opinion differs to his. He claims he’s not a career politician, but he’s NEVER had a proper job outside politics. He even got involved with left wing politics while still at school. His front bench team are pathetic joke. He’s got Thornberry, a woman who tweeted a sarcastic photo of a house covered in St George Cross flags. The implication being she thought it pathetic, as his Shadow Foreign Secretary. He’s got the Abbotopotamus, his ex-girlfriend and world class cretin as his Shadow Home Secretary. He made John McDonnell, a fellow IRA supporter, his Shadow Chancellor. And they’re the BEST of his front bench. He recently kicked Owen Smith off the front bench for calling for a second referendum. The Abbotopotamus did the same thing a few months ago, but Corbyn hasn’t sacked her. None of them seem to sing from the same hymn sheet. The issue of Brexit saw them make conflicting comments on national TV. Then again, nobody seems to know whether Corbyn is for or against the EU. Despite making it official that Labour would keep us in the Customs Union, we keep hearing the claim that Corbyn is against the EU. Thanks to him, Labour have gone into a distinct downward spiral. It says a lot about how bad the Tories under Theresa the Appeaser are that they aren’t further ahead in the polls.

Peter Hain [4]

Peter Hain, a Labour peer and former anti Apartheid activist has shown his true cuntishness.
He has blamed Enoch Powell’s ‘Rivers of Blood’ speech for losing the Remain vote in Wales. He claims he heard echoes of it on the doorsteps in the valleys.
So Enoch was a Brexiteer, the cunt. And 48 years after his speech it inspired a vote against those that ‘know best’. Remoaners get ever more bizarre.
Hain, fuck off back to Nairobi or Pretoria or wherever you crawled from.

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble



I’m not sure how many esteemed fellow cunters used to/currently go to Nightclubs on a regular basis, but I would imagine all of us at one time can recall just how fucking shite they were, and indeed still are by all accounts. My raving days encompassed the mid-90s to the 00s; The last time I ever set foot in one of these rotten fucking meat-markets was January 2009. Thank fuck. You are basically sold the premise of some drug-fuelled, lust-utopia fuckfest out of a Lars Von Trier film. The harsh reality is far, far less fucking appetising.

In modern times, you basically pay between £10 and £20 to enter some flea-ridden, barely-lit, unwanted piece of commerical real estate under a fucking bridge or something. You proceed to get treated like utter fucking shite from start to finish by everyone from the cloak-room cunt to the barstaff to the big bolshy shitcunt bouncers. You then pay a fucking premium on lukewarm Coronas, and settle in to watch a handful of people pull amongst the sweating, heaving dancefloor, under the illusion that you are somehow missing out.

Meanwhile, the half-cast Asian on the wheels of steel spins out yet another biscuit-tin beat shit-cut at tinitis-inducing overpowering volume, and you begin to wonder why the fuck you do this to yourself week in and week out, as your innards pulse the half-digested korma and bottled piss-lager down your intestinal tract thanks to the ground-shaking fucking bass.

Piss-soaked carpets of stairs between levels are festooned with cunts out of their skull, probably driven in equal parts by peer pressure and a subliminal desperation to escape the fucking nightmare of the nightclub experience, and fat slags squeezed into ill-fitting Primark one-pieces cackle otherworldly on their office night out.

The mercy of closing time finally arrives, and the harsh lights reveal just how fucking disgusting everything is, with everyone herded out like fucking lobotomy outpatients and sent off into the freezing cold to negotiate the fallen scumcunts on the pavement, and the legion of unlicensed, non-English speaking shades of excrement hollering at you “you vant taxi take taxi please”.

Nightclubs were always fucking shite, and I’m frankly delighted that I don’t need to pretend that I love going to them anymore. They are closing <i>en masse</i> these days, due to less interest from millenials who prefer to take photos of themselves all night. Well, just like even human shite has a useful by-product as fertiliser, so too apparently do millenial anti-social tendencies – fuck the nightclubs and everything about them. Each and every one of them can go bust as far as I’m concerned.

Nominated by. The Empire Cunts Back.