Dr. Barbara Greenberg

Nomination for: Barbara Greenberg

She is an american psychologist who has defended the trend of (yes this is real) schools banning children from having best friends, in the usnews health website.

Anyone who isn’t an utter cunt of the highest order knows this is ridiculous as to be beyond a joke, but being a complete and utter cunt, she defends it, saying (among other things) …

“The notion of choosing best friends is deeply embedded in our culture. Nonetheless, there is, in my opinion, merit to the movement to ban having best friends.”

Hmmkay …

“there is something dreadfully exclusionary occurring when a middle schooler tells the girl sitting next to her that she is best friends with the girl sitting in front of them”

Dude! …

“if kids have best friends, does that also imply that they have “worst friends?”

Did a grown up actually type that on the internet (she is serious, there is no hidden context here?!)

“The word “best” encourages judgment and promotes exclusion.”

Oh my fucking god is she even self aware?!

Yes this woman said these things. She is an absolute, and utter, fucking, cunt.

Nominated by Cunting Wank Rags.

Shitholes of the World – Part One

Shitholes of the World. Part One.

There are numerous shitholes on planet Earth, something the Tango Man alluded to recently. They come in all shapes and sizes across various countries. Our intrepid columnist,  Hugh Chattering Islington-Cunt, went to see the benefits and positive changes that are occurring in many so-called shitholes – debunking the myths about them.

In this opening article of the series we take a look at our first European city, gay Paris, and here is what Hugh discovered:

‘Before it was a very popular tourist hot-spot with magnificent architecture, boulevards and little streets, teaming with pavement cafes, bistros and romantic charm. Today, it has a new edgy charm with a neolithic rather than neo-Gothic feel to it. The post modernist shanty town rivival and ghetto style, complete with rubbish strewn about, street crime, rampant prostitution, people trafficking, rough sleeping and tuberculosis has a delightfully primitive sub-Saharan African feel to it combined with the more developed religious zeal of north African and Moorish Arab culture. Coupled with an organised (criminal) tone to it, courtesy of a balkanised eastern European influence, it makes for  a cosmopolitan liveliness sadly absent before.

However, for some inexplicable reason not all Parisians appreciate the benefits that cultural enrichment has brought their city.

Away from the glitz of the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre and the Notre Dame, the suburbs of the city have developed their own very distinct culture with a warm, fuzzy, ghetto vibe of shabby-chic social housing, grime and grunge. There is a bizarre feel or should that be a bazaar feel, since one feels one has arrived in the hubbub of north African cities such as Tangiers, Tripoli or Cairo. In keeping with the Arabic theme some bars ban women and have become solely all male preserves.

At the ‘Au Jockey Club’ bar in the suburb of Sevran, a French Arab customer said: “We’re in Sevran, not (central) Paris.”  In this café, there’s no mixing.” said another and a third stated “The mentalities are different, here it’s like it is back in the old country.”

Sevran also has an active job training and recruitment scheme for the youth. In under two years at least 15 young people from this one suburb went out to join such schemes in Iraq and Syria organised by some charitable religious types. While out there they enjoyed the camaraderie and activities on offer so much that no-one knows if they returned to France.

Police, emergency workers and locals avoid many of these Paris suburbs which is a shame since they miss out on the rich diversity and new cultural experiences. Although, I did not get to time to visit most of these areas, I am sure they are as delightful as parts of Marseilles, Toulouse and Perpignan.  I  can safely state – from my comfy north London abode –  when on the rare occasion problems do arise, it is down to misunderstanding and ignorance on the part of the more elitist Parisians due to their preconceived ideas and fear of other cultures and civilisations.

Just this week, on the Paris metro it has been reported that some train drivers now refuse to stop at certain stations on lines 4 and 12.

“Between the brawls that occur on the platforms, which sometimes end up happening on the train or across the tracks, you could hit someone, or crush them,” trade union representative Jean-Marc Judith told a news organsation adding that the number of attacks on travellers and RATP staff “are becoming increasingly dramatic.”

Many Parisians fail to appreciate that these stations have become magnets for start up businesses. Entrepreneurial businessmen who arrived from abroad have quickly spotted opportunities in the market. Business is booming at some stations with crack selling particularly well. Customers come from far and wide to meet the  dealers on the platforms, with large sums of euros changing hands, so breathing new life into the once staid local economy. One needs to witness the vibrant economic activity and fervent pace of life while jostling among the homeless lining the platforms and enjoy the free entertainment – a stabbing here and a mass brawl there – as disagreements are resolved in a thoroughly honest and straightforward manner. These new street performers are so much more avant-garde than those passé mime artists, jugglers, fine artists and musicians of the Paris of old.

Monsieur Macaroon is clearly a smart cookie, who sees an opportunity to bring France into the 21st century B.C, with his globalist, ‘back to basics’ agenda. Welcoming the best talent from around the globe to create a new, culturally diverse, open and dynamic France.’

In articles over the next few weeks Hugh will examine how cities in Sweden, UK, and Germany have become the new Mecca, (an oxymoronic paradigm) of openness, tolerance and cultural diversity.

By our columnist Hugh Chattering Islington-Cunt.

Hugh graduated from the London School of Economics and has a masters degree in Marxist Leninist Indoctrination. Hugh has been regularly interviewed by James O’Shithead and Oh-wen Jones and writes for the Grauniad, Not-so-Independent and Morning Star. He is a supporter of globalism and open borders being a founding member of the think tank ‘Open Sesame’  – named after the story of Ali Baba and the 40 thieves – and proudly supported by the billionaire philanthropist George Sore-arse.



Donald Tusk [3]

Following the visit of the Westminster La Gobs yesterday, that demented old fuckwit Donald Tusk has yet again said today we are welcome to change our minds about leaving. What the fuck do they take us for?. Very wealthy
men – Mandleson, Blair, Dick Branson, Gina Miller, Ken Clarke, Fukka Umunna are far too anxious to remain so it must be good for them, but not good for the rest of us.

Why don’t we just walk away from the EU and tell them to fuck themselves.

Tusk is like an old pikey who won’t accept no to his offer to sharpen our knives means no.

Nominated by W.C Boggs

Enoch Powell denigraters

I’d like to cunt those who denigrate Enoch Powell, the most principled, honest and patriotic politician Britain has ever had since the second world war (only rivaled by Sir Nigel Farage).

The only politician to listen to the consensus of what people wanted rather than what the political establishment consensus decided the people should want. And that is why they hated him so much.

So here’s to you Enoch. And here’s a massive fuck you to the bastards who denigrate you.

Nominated by Toomanycuntstoomanymanycunts


Carillion, the unscruplous granny-selling cuntractors, are mastodon-size cunts, right down to the last employee.

I’m delighted to see one of these firms go to the wall. For years now, the whole notion of contracting everything out to bodies of bastardry like Serco, Carillion, G4S and any other rip-off merchant you can mention has helped effectively ring-fence taxpayer’s money on nothing but contractor mistakes and strategically planned ‘variations’ – effectively extra money because of caveats excluding certain elements in a project, buried under a ton of contract documents too impenetrable for government project managers to handle – thereby fleecing hospitals, schools, highways, utilities…. you name it.

Now these shitcunts cry for help from the government because they, despite loads of high profile contracts, still managed to fuck up. I note the bosses have secured gold plated wank flannels though – of course they won’t suffer.

I despise contracting firms with a fucking passion. My only sadness here is that more of them don’t go fucking bust.

Brick-chewing, estuary-vowelled, pencil-in-ear whistling cuntfucks.

Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back