While flicking through the TV guide the other day there was a programme featuring someone called Harry Clark who is “one of the most recognisable faces on TV” after winning the BBC show The Traitors. I had never heard of Harry Clark or watched The Traitors, the BBC is as welcome in Chez Liberal as an unsolicited cock shot from Huw Edwards, but it got me thinking about the subject matter of this cunting.

Anything that has the critics wetting themselves I usually avoid like the plague. It saved me sitting though Broardchurch, mainly because David Tennant and Olivia Coleman are uber cunts, I have never seen Strictly, anything with Ant and Dec in it, Eurovision or The Great British Bake Off. The most recent Oscar winning film I watched was probably The Hurt Locker in 2009.

I have never been clubbing in Ibiza or been to Glastonbury pretending to know who Paul McCartney is. Never driven an EV or eaten an avocado. I don’t get K-pop or the Harry Styles hero-worship.I have never smoked a vape or taken pictures of my food to post on social media, which no, I have also never used. No Deliveroo for me either as I’m not funding the wages of some illegal dinghy rat or taken an Uber taxi driven by some fucking peasant from Shitholistan. And I certainly have never bent the knee to a foreign criminal, flown the flag of a terrorist state in the name of ‘solidarity’ or indulged the mentally ill by validating their endless pronouns and narcissism.

I don’t think I’ve been missing out myself.

No Netfix, park runs, Starbucks coffee or Google Maps. In fact no smartphone full stop. I’ve never been paid to work from home or wore my Covid face nappy outside of a shop as some kind of fashion statement or social shamming of others. Electric scooters are for bellends and militant vegans should be shot on sight.

Nominated by Liberal Liquidator.

A cunting please for that unicorn like creature the Independent enquiry into rape gangs or what ever it’s called. When will this sword of justice be flourished? When will all the victims get some sort of recompense, when will establishment arse licking of peacefuls cease. By the time this goatfuck gets underway most of the physical evidence will be in landfill or produced a few wet farts of electricity in a council waste conversion unit. The beastly cunts who enabled this to go on, turning a blind eye or actively attempting cover ups many will be dead or claiming some illness that has robbed them of their memories of the time. Fucking guaranteed some cunt will play no English card you wait and see.
Councillors, Children’s services the Police in many cases and probably Gary the diddler glitter. How many of these twats are going to be hauled up and made to answer nasty questions? How many of the cunts have retired and getting gold plated public pensions etc.
With all the shit going on now especially the Epstein story and big D knocking fuck out of Iran plus twotier hanging on by his fingertips (rent boy trial starts in April)
I surmise that an effective enquiry Into rape gangs, with all the shit that will surface hopefully, is now of lesser importance than introducing Beavers into the River Pinn

Nominated by Black Biscuit.

The clown show that is a glorified school debate club is a cunt, recently they voted against a bill which was in effect a vote against humanity, the assisted dying bill.

Predictable voting patterns but the real kicker is it was one of wee Jimmy Krankies last acts before she fucks off to do whatever she’s off to do, I’d imagine it involves a camper van.

Not only this, a day or two later they then passed a bill banning greyhound racing in Scotland, theres not even a greyhound track left in Scotland.

So dogs who don’t need protection get it, Humans get forced to suffer through terminal illnesses til they eventually and very painfully qualify for palliative care.

To me, if someone with their mental faculties chooses to take the unpleasant decision of not suffering as their health slips away from them, that is a choice for them alone, not some amatuer cunts in a pretend debating chamber taking the option of choosing away from them.

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Nominated by Cunt of the Isles.

Are CUNTS.

Diminished versions of something that used to be far more powerful, majestic and important. Compared to the massive, long-lasting ice sheets of the past, today’s glaciers are temporary, fragile, almost inconsequential.

Ancient glaciers shaped entire continents. They carved deep valleys, flattened plains, and redirected rivers. You can still see their work in places like U-shaped valleys, fjords, and scattered boulders dropped far from their origins. These ice masses lasted for tens of thousands of years, sometimes longer. They advanced and retreated slowly, with enough weight and time to leave permanent marks on the landscape. Hard bastards, not wimps.

Modern glaciers, by contrast, are smaller and far less stable. Many are shrinking year by year. Some that once filled valleys are now thin strips of ice clinging to higher ground. Instead of advancing, they’re retreating at a pace that’s visible within a single human lifetime. In that sense, they don’t reshape the land in the same dramatic way their predecessors did.

Because of this, they’ve lost their purpose. They’re no longer the dominant geological force they once were. They don’t grind mountains down at the same scale or redraw maps. Their presence feels more like a remnant than an active force.

Basically, they`re now redundant – just like Gen-Z: Consisting mostly of snowflakes.

I have ice cubes in my freezer that are harder.

Puffs.

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Nominated by Sam Beau.