Mother of three Natalie Forester of Stoke-on-Trent was asked to leave a public swimming pool after deciding it was ok to whip out her bangers and start feeding her brat in the pool.

Aside from having baby facilities provided and the obvious health implications there is this sense of entitlement that everyone should bow before these ‘earth mothers’ as they are doing the most natural thing in the world. Well, I like to take a satisfying morning dump but wouldn’t pinch off a brown loaf in the shallow end, the cheeky cunt despite her outrage, composed herself enough to quoted the Equalities Act at staff.

Time to realise noisy, shitting, puking brats are not the centre of everyone’s universe, you selfish cunts.

Nominated by Liberal Liquidator

David Beckham is still a whopper of a cunt…

It appears ‘Becks’ is due to fight an allegation of speeding in a Bentley over a ‘technicality’ …

This basically means this little cunt thinks he is above the law and that he shouldn’t have to take a speeding offence on the chin like every other motorist in Britain now has to…

I have disliked this cunt ever since he chose to be a brainless celebricunt over being a professional footballer, and for marrying the worst and most talentless leech of a media whore cunt since Yoko Fucking Ono… His abusive tantrums about not getting a knighthood also showed what he has become…

But not accepting a speeding ticket when he’s obviously bang to rights? Why doesn’t the little knobhead just swallow it? One gets the impression the media darling/whore does not like being told he is in the wrong… No wonder Fergie took aim with the boot and then gave him the boot, the little cunt….

Nominated by Norman

Imagine running a business where your customers are too young to be allowed to pay for your service, their parents don’t pay for your service but the Government pays you so long as you turn up. Imagine also that if your customers complain, you can fuck them up with no comeback. This is what teachers do.

If you had an ice cream van and the Government paid you for opening up in a certain place and gave you a register of kids you had to serve, how would you treat them? You would feed them the cheapest shit you could get away with and if the kids or their parents complained, you would say it was the kids’ fault. This is exactly what teachers do and that is why they are cunts.

Nominated by James O’Brian

The people of this country are being encouraged to gamble more and more and more by a seemingly endless supply of adverts. Countless numbers of betting companies plastering the promotion of their product at every opportunity, and at any time of day. Many introductory offers for first time gamblers.

Approximately half of the current Premier League teams are sponsored by gambling companies.

Whether it be bookmakers, scratch cards, lottery or online gambling.

The ultra sad betting shops in town frequented by weak willed individuals to the people buying £100 of scratch cards at the supermarket checkout.

Here are the latest UK industry figures.

In 2016 the top salary paid in the UK was to Denise Coates of Bet365. A staggering £199m basic salary plus a dividend. Worth more than Richard Branson by all accounts.

Many people become addicted to gambling and simply cannot help themselves, resorting to desperate measures to get their stake money, usually at a cost to others.

The industry try to defend themselves by saying they do as much as they can, including issuing a warning to anyone gambling, the pathetic “please gamble responsibly” or stop gambling when it stop being fun”.

After all, gambling is a tax on the stupid, the only winners being the betting companies.

Personally would love to see gambling outlawed completely but wishful thinking on my part I suspect.

Nominated by Willie stroker

Any cunter who’s ever sat behind the wheel of a car will be familiar with the twattish young geezer referred to as the ‘boy racer’. For years this excrescence has caused untold annoyance to other drivers on the highways and byways of our great nation, driving high powered cars very fast and very aggressively. Now I’d like to give a bollocking to the female of the species, Chelsea Tractor Girl.

So there I was on this bright Autumn morning in my small but stylish Dacia Sandero, chugging along the road at 29.999 recurring mph in a 30 mph zone, being very law abiding as you can see, and minding my own business. About 100 yards ahead, the green traffic light at the junction changes to amber, and I touch the brake, slip into third, and begin a leisurely glide up to the red.

Suddenly all hell breaks loose behind me. There’s lights flashing, a horn blaring, and I look in the mirror to see a fucking Range Rover apparently in the process of trying to climb into my boot. And there she is at the wheel, nostrils flaring and hands gesticulating wildly; yes, it’s Chelsea Tractor Girl, and she’s not a happy bunny. It seems that I’ve prevented her reaching the red light a couple of seconds sooner, and foiled her plan to sit there revving the engine of her huge Chelsea Tractor wildly but impotently.

There’s obviously some dire emergency here. Could she be a minute late picking up the kids from their private school? Perhaps that meeting can’t start without her indispensable presence, or her nail technician has texted, threatening to close the salon if she’s not there in two minutes.

Anyway, as I trundle up to the light (still on red), CTG swings the Batmobile into the inside lane, designated left turn only except for buses and taxis. Here she sits giving me the Darth Vader death stare while a pulsing little vein in her forehead throbs and threatens to go *pop!*, a prospect which delights me inordinately. Then the light’s on amber and naturally she screeches straight ahead, cutting me up with a vicious outward swerve, then hammering up the road as the ’30 Slow Down’ warning flashes redundantly. I’m left eating dust, and shaking my head at the sheer bad manners and dangerous idiocy of this display.
What is it then about so many women these days that turns them into arrogant bullies the moment they get behind the wheel of some huge, fuck off 4×4? Does a sense of the vehicle’s power generate an impulse to inimidate, or is it some misguided notion of equality that tells them to show that they can be as big a twat as a bloke can be on the road? Perhaps it’s a bad attack of penis envy, with the tractor serving as a substitute dick to wave about, or in some cases maybe it’s just, well, that time of the month… Come to that, why does anybody drive one of these gas guzzling behemoths around in an urban environment anyway?

The great pioneering psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud once wrote ‘the great question that can never be answered is “what does a woman want?” ‘. Well I certainly can’t offer a comprehensive answer to that if Freud couldn’t, but I can tell you what CTG wants, and that’s to get her mini Panzer tank hurled into the nearest crusher asap, and if we’re very lucky, the little shit might even get heaved in with it. There’s always hope, even if there isn’t much in the way of expectation.

Nominated by Ron Knee