Kier Starmer

“…fully erect? About this long. Why?…”


An emergency for the many not the few cunting for that lily heap of New New Labour shit Starmer, who has yet again donned the facepowder and lipstick to plead for a second referendum/peoples vote/confirmatory referendum :

We all know that the old queens of New Labour, their Green friends, all the kids pansies and Dark Keys not to mention old idiots like Ken Clarke, Mangeldbum, Heseltine, Cable aided and abetted by Osborne’s comic would turn up the Project Fear amplifier to full volume if the government were stupid enough to give in to this titled ponce.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

The Pope (4)

The Pope and all he stands for.

News report below:-

‘Pope Francis has made it mandatory for Roman Catholic clergy to report cases of clerical sexual abuse and cover-ups to the Church.

In an Apostolic letter, which is set to become Church law, he makes clear that ‘any sexual advance involving the use of power will now be considered abusive.’

Mandatory? Sexual advances using power?
Surely any organisation would require this? But for the church which claims superiority and prohibits birth control and priests’ marriage this is an eye opener.
How could anybody be taken in by these mealy mouthed charlatans in fancy dress advising on matters of belief and morality?
The Pope and all who don’t see through this façade of self-righteous bullshit disgust me. Abusers by supernatural appointment.

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Save The Children

Save the Children

I recently returned from holiday and the airline was selling fucking scratch cards to benefit Save the Children. Allegedly.
So I had a look at where the money goes.
CEO Jasmine Whitbread earns £234k pa. In London, natch. Hard graft when you have to have a concerned look on your face whilst dining at the Ivy.
11 people are on 6 figure salaries.
It would be interesting to know how much of the £1 some dull cunt spends on a scratch card actually gets further than St Johns lane, EC1.

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Ruth Townsley

*Emergency Cunting*

Ruth Townsley
A foot up the arse cunting for this loony left cow, formerly ‘Head of Measurement and Policy’ (??) at Bristol based charity ‘Happy City’. This sack of shit has been fired after being investigated for offensive tweets about Nigel Farage and about ‘killing the rich’.
After the ‘milkshake’ attack on the Brexit Party leader, Cuntsley tweeted ‘bravo to Paul Crowther. Great that milkshakes have become a thing when it comes to the racists in our midst. I’d prefer acid but milkshakes will do for now’. Another tweet from 2017 said ‘I’ve decided that violence against the rich is entirely justified and it’s time to start killing them’.
The charity has fallen over to distance itself from this fruitcake and has shown her the door. She’s a hypocrite who tried to claim the moral high ground by ‘smearing’ Farage, in this instance by playing the ‘r’ card, and who then used this attributed racism as justification for advocating violence against him. It’s an old, old tactic (Goebbels would be proud), but it’s backfired badly this time.
I’m sure that the Old Bill will be knocking on her door imminently, to call her to account for inciting violence against the leader of a political party going about his lawful business at election time. Won’t they? This is a ‘hate crime’, isn’t it? I won’t be holding my breath.
They say that charity begins at home, but not in the case of this nasty piece of work, it would appear. Fuck off, you loony cunt.

Nominated by Ron Knee

Harry Styles

Harry Styles
I’ve long had the suspicion that the One Direction ‘star’ may, in fact, be a bit of a fanny. His recent appearance at the Metropolitan Museum of Arts Costume Gala, described as ‘one of the most exclusive events in New York’s social calendar’, has done nothing to alter this view.
Granted, the theme of the gala was ‘camp’, but as the sage Piers Morgan has since observed, there’s camp, and there’s ridiculous. The lad minced up in a  black lace ensemble, with a see through blouse top which apparently delighted fans by offering *gasp* a glimpse of nipple. He rounded the whole thing off by wearing a huge black ruffle, high heels, and a single pearl earring. In short, a perfect demonstration of how to make yourself look like a total cunt in one easy lesson, the tart.
As for some of the other clowns attending this ludicrously self-indulgent wankfest, well don’t get me started on the catastrophes that the likes of Lady Gaga and Kim Kardashian were disporting themselves in. Fellow cunters in search of a good belly laugh are advised to track down coverage of the event. Does anyone happen to know what the collective noun applying to a group of cunts is?

Nominated by Ron Knee