Time to nominate university sexual consent workshops for a non-PC cunting.
Read this wank this morning – but probably shouldn’t have because I was already pissed off after waking up and seeing that fucking Ipswich had lost at home. (Fucking four goals in ten games – fucking overpaid ponces.)

This article is absolutely full to the brim of bollocks and crappy Newspeak – it’s hard to know where to begin the cunting.

This whole bollocks about consent at university seems to show an extremely old-fashioned attitude towards sex – that’s it is something men do TO women rather than WITH them, hence the need for explicit consent. Newsflash you twats, women like sex too, though perhaps not with lentil-eating fuckwits who support this bollocks. The idea that women need protecting from nasty men is Victorian crap. As I said, women like sex too and sometimes they make mistakes and sleep with the wrong person. Regretting a drunken shag is not the same as being raped – and to say it is demeans and belittles the experience of actual rape victims.

Universities seem to be absolutely rammed full of these po-faced twats these days. When I was at university – admittedly 25+ years ago – the wimmin’s society was annoying but easy to ignore. Now it seems you can’t even ask a girl out on a date without filling out a form in triplicate unless you want to get accused of harassment. Fuck me ragged.

And just so I don’t get accused of sexism (unlikely on this forum, I think) I’d like to point out that the wimmin’s society were not the most annoying twats at my university. That trophy goes hands down to the rugby club faggots whose boorish antics in the union bar, homoerotic initiation rituals and all round cuntitude was off the scale. Most of them were so far in the closet that they had their digs in Narnia. Grabbing each other’s balls on the pitch and accusing all non-rugger buggers of being gay – methinks the benders protest too much. Cunts.

Nominated by: Cunt’s Mate Cunt

I would like to nominate whinging miners for a cunting. The latest excuse for these cunts to start moaning is the fact that there will be no Orgreave Inquiry (after the police rightfully put the boot in on their illegal picket during the miners’ strike of 1984).

Well thank fuck for that because that would have been yet another monumental waste of money that would be appealed and appealed and appealed until some cunt gives them the result they think they deserve.

Then you get the fuckers bemoaning a Thatcher government for closing the pits. Ok fuckwit miners want to know who really closed the pits? Arthur “fucking” Scargill that’s who!

My dad was a miner from 1954 until 1988. He went through the strikes of the early 70’s (balloted) but disagreed entirely with that ginger get Scargill who did an “everybody out” on *HIS* say so because *HE* thought *HE* was the big I am. There was no ballot and therefore it was an illegal strike.

In the end when the mines did finally close he said: “What the hell did he expect, holding the government to ransom every time Maggie farts in the wrong key!”

The most gauling thing (to my Dad) about the closures brought on by Scargill’s arrogance – because that’s what is was, plain and simple – was the fact that a) the cost to make coal burning power stations clean (the govts excuse for the closures) was a fraction of the cost to convert them to oil/gas powered ones, b) at the mine where my Dad worked, the geologists had found seams that would have taken 40yrs to deplete (at the rate of mining at that time).

He also told me: “Won’t be in my lifetime. MIght not be in your lifetime but when the gas and oil runs out there’ll be some bright spark in government who’ll say oh we’ve got all this coal to mine, except there’ll be no one in the country who knows how to do it any more!”

Oh and as for the Orgreave mob – like most of Scargill’s millitant fuckwits – they gave as good as they got and those miners who chose to work (which was in their right because it was an illegal strike) no doubt appreciated the bags of piss and shit thrown at them (along with the police escorting them legitimately into work).

I have no love for the police but if any filthy cunt threw a bag of piss at me then I’d twat them upside the head as hard as I could fucking muster with my truncheon, you cunts!

There’s a reason why Scargill went into the union side of things because he was a shit miner and he was a lazy cunt, end of.

Most of the miners of the time should be due to cast off their mortal coils (like me dad did 10yrs ago) and do everyone a favour and fuck off! I’m fed up of your twisting and whinging, when you have nothing to twist and whinge about! It’s called “just deserts” you cunts!

Nominated by: Rebel without a Cunt!

I recently discovered this station using a radio app on my smartphone called rad.io. When I tried listening via their website, I got a “fuck off you’re not in the UK you cunt” type message which seemed a bit thick given accessing their station works perfectly well via my smartphone which, like myself, also happens to be in the US.

Still, no matter I’ll listen via ‘phone and enjoy it that way. Several days in and I’m hearing many of the ‘big’ ’80s hits, a few songs that I couldn’t quite place which was fun and the odd one which was quite obscure and probably a minor hit for a one-hit-wonder type band. A few weeks in and I’m hearing the same selection of big ’80s hits. Then other big hits by those same artists. I’m beginning to think that Absolute ’80s only plays the same 20 records pretty much in constant rotation with the occasional obscure one thrown in just to make it seem like they’re covering the whole of the ’80s. Which they’re not. There are plenty of massive ’80s songs which I’ve never heard nor even other ’80s songs by those same artists.

Back in the ’80s there was a practice called “hyping” which was exposed and frowned upon at the time. It worked like this. In any given week, 100s of new singles would be released by artists big and small, on record labels ranging from the big boys (EMI, MCA, CBS, Polydor, Warner, etc) to the small independents like Rough Trade, Beggars Banquet, 4AD, etc. The big labels employed cunts with expense accounts who would schmooze radio show producers with expensive meals, vacations, expensive gifts, even money in return for them programming their label’s artists’ singles into their radio shows. I clearly remember a Radio 1 DJ announcing they were playing Madonna’s True Blue single FOUR weeks before it was even released! Surprise surprise – huge hit when it finally hit the charts!

I suspect the labels of the big ’80s hits are at it again and greasing the wheels so cunts like Absolute ’80s play their stuff over and over again. Given the sheer volume of music which was released in that decade by such a diverse range of artists, it cannot be coincidence I keep hearing the same fucking songs by Lionel Richie, Madonna, Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, The Police and Culture Club. All cunts.

Nominated by: Imitation Yank