I would rather go to a U2 concert and have Bono lecture me about poverty than have to see or hear this cunt ever again.
Nominated by: Guardian Hater
17 thoughts on “Keith Vaz [3]”
Excellent cunting, Guardian Hater, pithy and indisputable. Vaz is one of the most sanctimonious cunts in Parliament – which is a bit fucking rich since the cunt was a key player in the Hinduja passport scandal, and in 2002 was suspended from the HoC for making knowingly false allegations against a retired police officer.
On a slightly different topic, I would like to cunt scroungers.
I am now sick to the back teeth of cunts everywhere that think it is their god given right to get stuff for free out of people who work for a living. If you’re too thick or too lazy to do an honest days work, please do the world a favour and fucking top yourself, you useless cunts!
Be it the cunt in the street who sees me lighting up a cigarette and swerves over the pavement trying to scrounge one off me with a cheery “Scuse mate, have you got a spare fag for me”? and then instantly follows it up with a mouth full of abuse when they get directed to the nearest tobacconist (20 Bensons are £9.30 FFS! I guard these things like I would guard a pallet load of cash!).
The irritating chuggers (charity muggers – AKA chunts) that now litter every high street in the kingdom , who bound up to you and block your path, trying to get you to sign up to some direct debit charity bollocks that I wouldn’t give to in a million years.
I have found that the correct response to “Excuse me Sir, do you have a minute to talk about the abused children of Pakistan”? is in fact “No, but I do own a nine stone Rottweiler and a frighteningly short temper and I’m happy to introduce you to both of them, now get the fuck out of my way!”
What really brings this to the fore is that where I live, we have scrounger’s corner. This is the place that every pisshead, junkie and sad act cunt seem to congregate on a rolling basis looking for handouts from the unwary leaving the local supermarket.
Well, I am fucking wary and fucking weary of the bullshit sob stories trotted out by useless cunts trying to part me from my hard earned.
Yesterday’s little gem was some scrote giving me a pile of steaming shit about having ADHD, OCD and numerous other imagined illnesses along with the “I used to live in Manchester and if you can give me a bit of cash I can get back there to my family……..I haven’t eaten in eight days.
This cunt got directed to the nearest hospital with a two fingered salute and a hearty “Now fuck off!” The cunt didn’t even have a Manc accent. Stupid prick!
Last weekend one of the regulars who doesn’t seem to realise that she has now tried to scrounge off me in three separate locations, tried the “I’ve lost my purse, can you give me some money to get home” bullshit.
She is quite convincing with a panicked look, also direct and to the point. I have to give her that.
What she forgot is that when I asked her where she lives, this time it was Richmond. Last time I saw her was in Victoria station and all she needed was £80 for a train ticket to Bolton, where her family live. I pointed out that trains to Bolton don’t go from Victoria and that she would be better off getting a coach as these are much cheaper. That was met with a tirade of four letter abuse.
Frankly put, I hope they all die screaming, as they get their head stamped on by a gang of hoodrat cunts.
I’d like to formally cunt “People Persons”. You know the type. “Hey, I consider myself a real PEOPLE person!” Yeah. Right. These awful cunts are usually found attempting to edge their way up the corporate/ religious/ charidee/ political ladder whilst genuinely believing themselves to be inspirational and motivating types who brighten the lives of lesser individuals. Often seen herding their reluctant office underlings into the paintball area of your local wood/swamp/marsh for some “Team Building” (Eurgh!!) or leading a bunch of naïve inexperienced adventurer types into the mountains for a (hopefully) doomed sleepover at Camp Hypothermia. And he’ll have a secondhand guitar which will be twanged tunelessly around the campfire while he urges his freezing companions to sing along about their “ging gang fucking goolies” or suchlike. Invariably obsessed with slogans such as “wake up and smell the coffee”, “there’s no “I” in “Team”, “get with the program” and the perennial 80’s cunt catchphrase “go for it!” (AAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!) this turd in vaguely human form considers himself/herself a charismatic natural leader of men when actually they are a grating, obnoxious pain in everyone around them’s arse. Tragically they are also often utterly well intentioned into the bargain with the result that their kind hearted colleagues and friends (if they’ve got any) can’t bring themselves to bring them down to earth by informing them that they actually possess less charisma than a half empty tube of Anusol abandoned in a bedsit bathroom cabinet. In Wales.
To paraphrase Dr No…. “Religion, the corporate ladder, charidee, politics. The four cornerstones of cuntishness led by the greatest cunts in the world”.
“Correcshun, criminal cuntsh”
When we opened our borders to Romania in 2013? Didn’t vaz head of home select affairs committee rush down to Gatwick airport to meet the first plane from there?, pictured shaking hands with people coming off the flight like long lost brothers, one young man was pictured shaking his hand vaz announced ” this is exactly the sort of young hard working person the uk needs” a couple of days later it came out in the press that vaz,s new best friend had been convicted of sexual battery on two occasions and had only recently been let out of prison!! What a complete and utter cunt he is….. a shameless chancer, who will grasp at anything to stay current… after being caught snorting cocaine and having sex with Eastern European rent boys he fell ( pushed) on to his sword, most people hoped it would be the last they heard from this odious individual??, but amazingly he has popped up a few weeks later on yet another committee!!!! WTF ….
Excellent cunting, Guardian Hater, pithy and indisputable. Vaz is one of the most sanctimonious cunts in Parliament – which is a bit fucking rich since the cunt was a key player in the Hinduja passport scandal, and in 2002 was suspended from the HoC for making knowingly false allegations against a retired police officer.
Also the cunt’s real name is Nigel.
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Burn a Paki, for God. Arse.
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Keith Vaz is indeed a cunt of the first order.
On a slightly different topic, I would like to cunt scroungers.
I am now sick to the back teeth of cunts everywhere that think it is their god given right to get stuff for free out of people who work for a living. If you’re too thick or too lazy to do an honest days work, please do the world a favour and fucking top yourself, you useless cunts!
Be it the cunt in the street who sees me lighting up a cigarette and swerves over the pavement trying to scrounge one off me with a cheery “Scuse mate, have you got a spare fag for me”? and then instantly follows it up with a mouth full of abuse when they get directed to the nearest tobacconist (20 Bensons are £9.30 FFS! I guard these things like I would guard a pallet load of cash!).
The irritating chuggers (charity muggers – AKA chunts) that now litter every high street in the kingdom , who bound up to you and block your path, trying to get you to sign up to some direct debit charity bollocks that I wouldn’t give to in a million years.
I have found that the correct response to “Excuse me Sir, do you have a minute to talk about the abused children of Pakistan”? is in fact “No, but I do own a nine stone Rottweiler and a frighteningly short temper and I’m happy to introduce you to both of them, now get the fuck out of my way!”
What really brings this to the fore is that where I live, we have scrounger’s corner. This is the place that every pisshead, junkie and sad act cunt seem to congregate on a rolling basis looking for handouts from the unwary leaving the local supermarket.
Well, I am fucking wary and fucking weary of the bullshit sob stories trotted out by useless cunts trying to part me from my hard earned.
Yesterday’s little gem was some scrote giving me a pile of steaming shit about having ADHD, OCD and numerous other imagined illnesses along with the “I used to live in Manchester and if you can give me a bit of cash I can get back there to my family……..I haven’t eaten in eight days.
This cunt got directed to the nearest hospital with a two fingered salute and a hearty “Now fuck off!” The cunt didn’t even have a Manc accent. Stupid prick!
Last weekend one of the regulars who doesn’t seem to realise that she has now tried to scrounge off me in three separate locations, tried the “I’ve lost my purse, can you give me some money to get home” bullshit.
She is quite convincing with a panicked look, also direct and to the point. I have to give her that.
What she forgot is that when I asked her where she lives, this time it was Richmond. Last time I saw her was in Victoria station and all she needed was £80 for a train ticket to Bolton, where her family live. I pointed out that trains to Bolton don’t go from Victoria and that she would be better off getting a coach as these are much cheaper. That was met with a tirade of four letter abuse.
Frankly put, I hope they all die screaming, as they get their head stamped on by a gang of hoodrat cunts.
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I did give a homeless chap a couple of quid a few years back, mainly because that wankstain Jack Straw said that I shouldn’t…
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To make it easier for you next time any spare cashola you have may be remitted to:
A Grovelling Appeal For Indigent Aristos (AGAFIA)
Care orf the underbutler’s daughter
Stoke Towers
Herefordshire
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Bit skint at the moment M’Lord, but you’ve got more chance than that twat Martin Freeman has.
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I’d like to formally cunt “People Persons”. You know the type. “Hey, I consider myself a real PEOPLE person!” Yeah. Right. These awful cunts are usually found attempting to edge their way up the corporate/ religious/ charidee/ political ladder whilst genuinely believing themselves to be inspirational and motivating types who brighten the lives of lesser individuals. Often seen herding their reluctant office underlings into the paintball area of your local wood/swamp/marsh for some “Team Building” (Eurgh!!) or leading a bunch of naïve inexperienced adventurer types into the mountains for a (hopefully) doomed sleepover at Camp Hypothermia. And he’ll have a secondhand guitar which will be twanged tunelessly around the campfire while he urges his freezing companions to sing along about their “ging gang fucking goolies” or suchlike. Invariably obsessed with slogans such as “wake up and smell the coffee”, “there’s no “I” in “Team”, “get with the program” and the perennial 80’s cunt catchphrase “go for it!” (AAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!) this turd in vaguely human form considers himself/herself a charismatic natural leader of men when actually they are a grating, obnoxious pain in everyone around them’s arse. Tragically they are also often utterly well intentioned into the bargain with the result that their kind hearted colleagues and friends (if they’ve got any) can’t bring themselves to bring them down to earth by informing them that they actually possess less charisma than a half empty tube of Anusol abandoned in a bedsit bathroom cabinet. In Wales.
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Friend of mine wrote a song about these cunts :
https://chascmusic.wordpress.com/2012/05/24/whats-your-name/
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Indeed. Sums em up nicely.
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And my favourite reply to ‘There is no ‘I’ in team’ is “But there is a ‘u’ in cunt”.
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And two big fat O’s in Bollocks. I’d rather be poor forever than enter THAT world….
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The is indeed no I in TEAM but there is a ME !
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To paraphrase Dr No…. “Religion, the corporate ladder, charidee, politics. The four cornerstones of cuntishness led by the greatest cunts in the world”.
“Correcshun, criminal cuntsh”
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Special Executive for Cuntitude, Twattishness and, er.. Rectal Examination?
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Vaz needs spit roasting by a couple of Roma big issue sellers
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Vaz was one of the first to spring to the defence of alleged child raping paedophile cunt Janner. That tells you all you need to know about the cunt.
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When we opened our borders to Romania in 2013? Didn’t vaz head of home select affairs committee rush down to Gatwick airport to meet the first plane from there?, pictured shaking hands with people coming off the flight like long lost brothers, one young man was pictured shaking his hand vaz announced ” this is exactly the sort of young hard working person the uk needs” a couple of days later it came out in the press that vaz,s new best friend had been convicted of sexual battery on two occasions and had only recently been let out of prison!! What a complete and utter cunt he is….. a shameless chancer, who will grasp at anything to stay current… after being caught snorting cocaine and having sex with Eastern European rent boys he fell ( pushed) on to his sword, most people hoped it would be the last they heard from this odious individual??, but amazingly he has popped up a few weeks later on yet another committee!!!! WTF ….
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