Mel McLaughlin

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Aussie cunt news reporter Mel McLaughlin. For those of you that don’t know her, she’s the bitch that got cricketer Chris Gayle fined over £5,000 because he complimented her good looks and offered to buy her a drink. Paying someone a compliment and offering to buy them a drink? What a heinous crime against humanity. Poor, delicate, fragile Mel; what an ordeal you had to put up with.

This grumpy, humourless and sensitive bitch is the type of woman we see all too often these days; easily triggered and up her own arse. Since when did complimenting someone’s good looks become frowned upon? Also, the £5,000 fine is completely over the top and unjust. Nice one Mel. You’ve caused an unnecessary shit-storm over fuck all and damaged a man’s reputation. You, madam, are a nasty cunt.

Nominated by Jayniño

47 thoughts on “Mel McLaughlin”

  1. In the old days it was a case of “you can look but don’t touch!” when admiring tarts who go out of their way to dress like tarts.

    Today its more like “don’t look, don’t, touch, don’t speak, don’t even think it because that is sexist!” But will add that they dress like a tart because of empowerment and “you’ve got no right to tell me how to dress!” And will continue to flaunt themselves on social media like a desperate slag who hasn’t been porked in years!

    Cunts

    • Unfortunately a few sad, insignificant and or selfish men hating women are happy to pursue this sort of nonsense for their pathetic 15 minutes of fame oblivious to the fact that men and women have flirted with each other for thousands of years, and is unlikely to ever change.

    • These neurotic feminists make me feel shamed of being feminine, albeit the much older age group. The fall out from women such as these, will be, and is catastrophic amongst our hard working, upright straight white men. I’ve been witness to even the youngest of female school pupils, who now have the complete ” know how” when it comes down to feminines working the minds of others as bullies, out of jealousy, empowerment, insecurity, or just because they can, As clever and as sly, as nasty & as manipulative as a seasoned stalker. One day they may marry, with no health warnings for any unsuspecting white man. My advice, store in freezer, and only defrost at your peril.

  2. I did once believe that Australians were above all this PC shit, and it was just the UK suffering from this particular home-grown wankery.

    However it would appear that many Aussies are no longer the fair dinkum, straight-talking arseholes typified by Paul Hogan back in the 80s. Fair to state that many exhibit terminal symptoms of uptightness that would put Anna Soubry to shame.

    This McLaughlin tart is either a paid up member of the strapon fraternity and/or is a misandrist who doesn’t realise that lashings of giant cock in every hole is what she needs to cure her of her current ills.

    A fit cunt but a cunt nonetheless.

    • I bet she was popular in the newsroom, especially if she had to read out her own news story:-

      “Earlier today,Ms McLaughlin – that’s me by the way – won a huge and significant settlement case against a sexual predator, virtual rapist, misogynist and probable axe murderer, Chris Gayle.

      The beautiful Ms McLaughlin left court in a flood of crocodile Dundee tears despite being happy with the £5000 she was awarded for ongoing PTSD, loss of confidence, suicidal tendencies and general snowflakery; and is still recovering from such appalling and hurtful comments!

      When asked by a non-gender-specific reporter what she intended to do with her 5 grand, Ms McLaughlin said ‘I’m going to have breast enlargement so that guys can ogle my tits on Bondi Beach because I’m a two faced cunt who wants it both ways!’

      And now the weather….”

  4. Just another self-important, self-entitled, humourless, literal shitcunt.

    The shitcunt gender wants to be treated ‘equal’. Yet they cry and scream over every perceived injustice. My impression of them isn’t ‘equal’ but ‘equal when it suits them’. Cunts.

  5. This is the “Hugh Mungus” effect.

    Bloke minding his beeswax, says one thing like “Hugh Mungus” (while being accosted by a feminazi) and the next thing she’s screaming “rape” – when all his did was trigger the dozy cunt with a witty repost.

    Hilarious at the time but slowly and surely the pendulum is swinging over to where the feminazi would have grounds to sue as “modern” feminism takes hold. Madness.

    Yet again more erosion of common sense.

    Just like being spoon-fed the “anti-hate” propaganda of the LGBTQIA (notice the last two letters being added recently) Stasi who now actively promote minors taking part in their parades in cross-dressing outfits!?!

    How long before a ‘P’ gets tagged on the end of that bullshit, eh?

    Erosion of moral values (and I’m no fucking prude), common sense, and the over promotion of “peaceful” cunts has doomed this country.

    Don’t moan about it though because that makes YOU the “ist” or “phobe” and you have no say, just keep paying the taxes to fund the madness!

    Cunts!

  6. Why do these power cunts do the hands on hip thrusting stance? You have nothing there to thrust! A more accurate stance would be arms crossed to hide the female chest assets, hide the shame.

    Or maybe on the knees, ya corporate cock nobbling cunt.

  7. I’d like to buy Gabrielle Miller (the fit Aussie sheila in the Trivago adverts) a drink.

    But after reading this excellent nom I realise it would be crass and insensitive beyond belief to even think of pulling such a stunt, let alone fuck her ragged afterwards – no holes barred – into next week and beyond.

    • It’s a shame as Mel is quite a fine bit of totty. Would she be more grateful if she was chubby? Probably not; she’d be even more militant and her head would be shaven and she’d have green hairy armpits.

      • Thank you Jaynine for your welcoming post:) Green Hairy armpits! My Granny Smith’s will never taste the same.

  8. I can only commend the thoughtfulness and efficiency of the woman. Dangling her sexual bait before all and sundry, it was inevitable that she would provoke an actionable remark from some poor sole (sic), and obtain the cost of several fine meals and outings without actually having to go through the dating rigmarole. Additionally, neither party is required to protest its undying devotion to or form any kind of relationship with the other, let alone pay for a divorce settlement in the event of the inevitable loud and tearful breakup. It could have been so much worse for the bloke!

    Seriously, fuck it. Can any cunter please supply an acceptable form of words for introducing oneself to a wimminz? I think we will be extinct sooner than we thought, if this is to be the new norm.

  11. I look forward to the day when I can purchase a voluptuous girly robot that can cook a gourmet dinner whilst giving an interstellar blow job.
    The older I get the more I realise that women are utter evil fuckwits.
    Good morning.

  12. When did it go from “Typical workshy Aussie” to “Typical snowflake Aussie”?

    Perhaps this attack on the West Indies cricketer is to deflect attention away from the Convicts’ own team of wretched cheats of whom only three have (temporarily) resigned.

  13. Sorry to go off topic but could anyone enlighten me on the rules governing bringing animals into the House of Commons? Now I know that an exception was made for the dog of David Blunkett but apart from that I thought they were a no-no. The reason I ask is that the other day whilst watching a rather raucous debate, I swear I heard what could only be describe as the braying of a donkey . At first I thought I was mistaken but no, there it was again and it seemed to be coming from the direction of the speakers chair. Unmistakable. Can anyone confirm if the speaker has a pet donkey which he brings into the house on occasion?

    • I’d like to know how that gorilla was smuggled in, then voice-dubbed over making awful mathematical mistakes about the cost of London policing. Those crazy pranksters.

  14. Also – this cow would undoubtedly claim that she is providing an example of empowerment to her oppressed co-genitalists. But this would be untrue. All she had to do as an empowered wimminz in the face of sexist aggressiom/harassment/whatever was to announce clearly:

    ‘No thank you, and if you persist in your unwanted advances I shall place my shapely knee in abrupt conjunction with what appears to be troubling you.’

    Instead of invoking the support of the male-dominated fascist state’s judiciary.

  15. Off topic, but…

    Yesterday it was Punch & Judy… today it’s the turn of Rudyard Kipling’s poem ‘IF’, a mural of which has been deemed offensive by snowflake students at Manchester University, therefore has been painted over cos it’s waycist…

    Ha! Bull-fucking-shit! It’s clearly not racist, so the charge of waycism must be a smoke screen for something else they’re afraid of what Kipling was said, like:

    GROW UP, AND DON’T BE A FUCKING SNOWFLAKE YOU CUNT!

    FYI, here are the offending words:

    IF you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

    If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    ‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
    if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

    • Dear christ. About time the cunts read The Gods of the Copybook Headings*, then. Sod it – here you are.

      AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
      I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
      Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
      And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

      We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
      That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
      But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
      So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

      We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
      Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
      But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
      That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

      With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
      They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
      They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
      So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

      When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
      They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
      But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
      And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

      On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
      (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
      Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
      And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

      In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
      By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
      But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
      And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

      Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
      And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
      That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
      And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

      As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
      There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
      That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
      And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

      And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
      When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
      As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
      The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

      *Copybook – a device for getting students to write legibly. Now sadly obsolete.

      • Cheers K – nice one.

        Come to think of it, I doubt the students have even read the poem they want to ban.

        Firstly, university students can’t read. And secondly they have attention spans of less than 5 seconds.

        Which is why we’d be pissing in the wind if we thought they’d even come close to checking out The Gods of the Copybook Headings…

      • It’s probably wise to commit all these fine writings to memory, Farenheit 451 style, because the books will all soon be burnt.
        For the common good, of course…

  16. And that’s why benders are always jolly. They get laid and don’t have to deal with wimminz like this worthless cunt.
    As Jack says above, “bring on the robots”!
    Does anyone remember the movie “Cherry 2000” where the fellow has the chance to have a sex robot and chooses to fuck Melanie Griffith’s saggy old arse instead?

    • All fun and games until your cornhole detaches and you’re wearing a nappy until you die/get a funky sti

  17. As I’ve said, wimmin are the new Nazis… I reckon it’s only a matter of time before some poor lad will top himself from the hounding and feral persecution he receives for a ‘hate crime’ like a joke or wolf whistling…. And once one is gone, the demented misandrist bitches (and their traitorous ‘effem men’ snowflake collaborators) will want more… I think that eventually these man hating psychos will want men (white ones, that is) killed for absolutely nothing… This is how Hitler and his mob started: blind hate and shameless propaganda… And that is exactly what these women like Mel McLaughlin and those Time’s Up/Me Too celebrislags are spreading… They are fascist fanatical cunts and a war is imminent…

  18. She’s an ugly cow and all… Like a sort or rough(er) Mel B…. Wouldn’t give her houseroom… Wouldn’t touch her with someone else’s, never mind my own…

    • Well I have to say she looks fuckable to me, so I suppose I’d better get myself some legal representation.

  19. Its now illegal to compliment a woman on her looks and to politey ask to go out and get a drink (alcohol or non) all thanks to feminists and the #metoo movement

    When he asked her to go out for a drink she immediately thought “oh my god he wants to rape me” also she gets attention whore points for making it public the dirty twat

  20. So when cock teasing pop slappers like Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus gyrate in their underwear at a concert or pose on a magazine cover in next to nothing the feminstapo hail it as ‘being empowered’ or ‘being strong and independent’.

    The same said cunts then get their panties in a knot over walk on girls in darts and F1 grid girls, denying them an income and their so-called independence because according to some fat humourless blue haired banshee they are being ‘objectified’.

    As cunters have mentioned above its no longer equality but superiority over men, if he had said the complete opposite it would probably be a hate crime. Welcome to the Sisterhood.

    • I hope that my fellow counters agree that women are not the most logical animals on the planet.

  21. It seems that Hate Crime is not being responded to instantly as the Inspectorate of Constabulary require. If someone is called a parkingstanley, apparently all else must be dropped to deal with it. Perhaps this explains the murder and mayhem in Londonstan.

    ‘Sorry madam your robbery will have to wait. Reports are coming in that an Islamophobe is on the loose in Peckham’

    Also stated that Hate Crime will go up when we leave the EU. Not sure how this was arrived at but another cause for concern, surely?
    By the way. This august institution is based in London. Who’d a thought it?

  22. Burberry, the upmarket British fashion label, destroyed unsold clothes, accessories and perfume worth £28.6m last year to protect its brand.

    Burberry is in the midst of a revamp intended to “re-energise” its products over several years. That includes taking its brand further upmarket, closing stores that are not in “strategic” locations and creating a “centre of excellence” for luxury leather goods. It has also cut costs, which helped boost profits.

    How can burning £28.6m of stock into the atmosphere ever be a good thing or help boost profits?

    Cannot stand this pathetic business jargon, would love to see this elitist brand disappear up its own backside.

    • They went badly wrong some decades back when they employed some fluffy pink American pwincess as MD; her only qualification being that she liked dressing up in her Mummy’s rags when she was a kid.

      Then there was “Chavberry.” What exactly do they mean they are concerned about their products falling into the wrong hands ?? I guess people like Hameron’s wifey, various low-grade royal slagettes, footballers’ WAGS, and oh-so elegant wives of pesky Russian oligarchs ?? (or wives of KGB agents, or maybe even the agents themselves).
      Buy a cheapo knock-off if you want a trench; most Burberry stuff looks fake, anyway. It is a little known fact that the Bulgarians once kitted their secret squirrels out in M&S trench coats. Dunno where the umbrellas came from…Porton Down ?

  23. Stupid uppity cunt!!!
    I’m also pretty sure Gayle hasn’t played in the big bash cricket tournament since because of this incident, and that’s cost him hundreds of thousands!!

    • Well, yesterday I saw some old Irish cunt begging in the middle of Bury town centre… This parasite sits there with a CD player and blares out Irish crap, while he puts a recorder in his gob every five minutes to make out he’s playing it (when he actually plays fuck all)…. Thing about this old piece of dirty scum is he plays Fenian filth shamelessly… Songs that say ‘The IRA will always be around’ and the ‘Belfast Brigade’ song are played in an English town centre not far from Manchester and Warrington, and there are cunts (especially thick snowflake student mongs and foreign cunts) not batting an eyelid and actually giving this piece of travelling excrement money!!! A police officer walked past him (a woman, naturally) and did and said nothing to the Fenian shitrag…. So playing music in a public place that eulogises a murderous terror organisation is apparently not a hate crime, but a Kipling poem or a wolf whistle is?! Fuck off! Just fuck off and fucking die!

      Incidentally, this IRA loving turd frequents The Rock in Bury… A long pedestrianised shopping street…

      • Heh. I’m sure the poor man would be appreciative if you bought him a black-and-tan. And isn’t it odd that every finger-in-ear folkie in the UK knows at least 15 Irish rebel songs, there is not a single one with a ‘how we fucked the dickhead IRA’ lyric to offer.

        I call discrimination.

    • One of the most powerful words in the hate crime legislation there is “perceived”. So it doesn’t matter what your real intentions were or the content behind a comment, all that matters is if some cunt “perceives” them as a hate crime then it’s off to jail with you and fuck free speech. But I’m sure these laws are at least applied equally. Like black people making tweets saying all white people should be killed or a muslim spitting into the face of a nine month old baby and shouting that white people shouldn’t breed (his third racially aggravated assault) would also be considered arrest worthy hate crimes and not just brushed off as poor troubled individuals in need of help and cultural misunderstandings right?…

  25. T hat Mel Wotsit… Talk about her above herself… She looks like a cheap Thai prossie….

  26. Chris Gayle is a sleazy uppity. Making advances on a white woman,indeed.
    Darkie…know thy place.

  27. What do you reckon she would say if I said I would crawl over 100feet of broken glass just to shit in her handbag….

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