I like to watch PMQ it sometimes gets a bit fiery and comical but it is getting ridiculous, the refusal to answer a straight question is a joke and makes the whole thing pointless.

Kemi Badass ask the PM I three times if he had spoken directly with Peter bum boy before his appointment as US Ambassador, he had previously said that Mandelson had lied to him when asked about the depth of his relationship with Epstein. Kweer just rambled on about the ‘process’, it wasn’t a difficult question, either yes or no.

This week Farage asked what plan B was on stopping the boats as 70,000 had arrived since July 2024 so plan A smash the gangs had failed.
The answer was about the reform lead council in Worcestershire. What!

What happened to the new transparency and candor 😂

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Nominated by Sick of it.

This guy and his team are a right bunch of cunts. I am no wildlife expert but even I know keeping a pack animal such as wolves captive and in a confined environment is going to lead to trouble.

In the wild, when new wolves are born, the males grow up and some try and be the new pack leader..the alpha male….and if that doesn’t work out, they fuck off into the wild to form their own pack and become leader. To me, this seems basic stuff. Not for Paul Whitfield. His Wildwood trust decided to keep a pack of wolves captive, then let them breed within the pack and unsurprisingly all hell broke loose amongst the new, younger males and they started tearing each other apart because they all thought they were billy big bollocks. It got so bad they all had to be killed…the whole fucking pack! So well done Paul Whitfield, you gormless cunt.

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Nominated by Chuff Chugger.

I have dozens of them.
They are separated into 2 categories.
Smart and expensive and smart and not so expensive.

I hope that doesn’t sound snobbish, but T-shirts are the things to wear year round in our climate, and if I am going to wear one in the evenings then I am willing to pay good money for them.

I won’t buy anything with obvious designer labels. I only buy solid coloured.
I don’t need the ego trip of showing what fashion house has supplied my clothes and I am certainly not going to advertise for them.

I have brought cheap ones in the past obviously, but they don’t last long before they become mis-shaped and discoloured.
They are then put to one side to wear when gardening or decorating.
Once they get more fucked they are resigned to be cut up for cleaning the car.

I will wear a T-shirt under a jacket, with tailored trousers and proper shoes when we go out at night.

I will wear a lesser quality one with chinos when going to work.

What I won’t wear is cheap crap, and that’s all we will see here as the weather gets warmer.

Rubbish, faded, old T-shirts stretched over fat tourist’s guts, complete with holes and stains from last night’s dinner.

People here go out to eat dressed like the cast of The Walking Dead.
It seems that whatever the season, once they land in Spain they feel that it’s mandatory to wear a T-shirt, shorts and flip flops.
The scruffy fuckers.

Worse than that are the slogan T-shirts.
These can either be ones with childish pictures on them, ones showing some rock bands tour from decades ago, ones in a football teams colours, often with a player’s name on the back who retired after being transferred to half a dozen teams since.

But what absolutely confirms the wearer as being a complete cunt are the T-shirts with pathetic messages on them.

“My mum went to Benidorm and all I got was this shirt”
“I’m with stupid” (with an arrow pointed to the left or right).
“World’s best grandad”.

The people that wear this shite think that they are wacky and interesting.
They are not.
They are cunts.

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Nominated by the Artful Cunter.

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.