Apparently Zac the titty whisperer states that he and Wes have never dated. Yuk what a fucking awful picture that paints. C.A.
The rear end, wobble arsed duckie defence Secretary is an absolute cunt.
He wants us all to be prepared for ‘something’ by stocking up with essentials for 3 days, what! 3 fucking days, my weekly shop is just that, a fucking week.
Now if he said two weeks or a month then that would mean something but he would have to be damn sure there was a credible imminent threat.
Bad weather, power cuts or a cyber attack or a full scale nuclear attack from Russia, the last one would be curtains for the UK unless you lived in the outer Hebrides.
Instead of talking bollocks maybe start by making UK energy more secure instead of going net zero and as we are supposedly at the cutting edge of AI shouldn’t we be well defended against cyber attacks, or is that just more bullshit. (Open AI discovered a flaw in some tech type program that could allow hackers to get in)
Wes, you are a cunt, no wonder everyone is taking the piss out of the 3 day survival plan
Nominated by Sick of it endorsed by W C Boggs below.
If I may I’d like to both endorse and bring up to date the Streeting cunting. he has been at it again, and gone further. I dare say he is cross because it was too wet to get a bumming on Hampstead Heath yesterday:
It is time that Wesley Paul Gladys Streeting got a well deserved cunting for being a war-mongering poofter, who, just like his quare friends in ze party will be exempt if ever war does kick off in this country again:
That stupid little fairy is now suggesting we all “prepare for war in 1,000 days”. He’s a war minded little bugger – literally.:-
Vaseline arsed little creep.
Andy Capp talks of “bringing hope” to the UK, while that little arse bandit talks up war. I am sure in his stockpile which he keeps trying to push us into, he will be getting in extra supplies of extra strong Durex, gallons of lube and Hemorrhoidal ointment to fill his voracious hole. along with all the lipstick, not to ,emtion all the lipstick and Max Factor to give him his baby’s bottom complexion.
If ever there was an advertisement in support of quare bashing, Streeting is it. The best description of him was given back in 1959 by William Connor (“Cassandra”) about Liberace a camp pianist, but his 67 year old words apply even more to the “Defence Secretary”: “a “deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavoured ice-covered heap of mother love.”
How true those words are, even today. Mince tall, Wessy.
