Irrelevant dead cunts as major news

Useless dead cunts as ‘news’… What a load of bollocks…
OK, if a world leader, Pope, sporting legend like Gordon Banks, or a big cultural figure (Elvis, Lennon etc) snuffs it then that’s going to make the news…. Fair enough…

But any nonentity cunt pops off now and it’s front page bullshit and BBC ‘tributes’….
One Direction cunt’s sister croaks? Mass media hysteria… Some Love Island twat ceases to be? It’s like it’s JFK Mark II…. What the fuck will be next? Some soap star’s window cleaner? Country goes into mourning over Simon Cowell’s granny? Not only are the useless and talentless revered now, they are also eulogised… What a load of fucking cunt.

Nominated by Norman

58 thoughts on “Irrelevant dead cunts as major news

  1. “In the future everybody will be famous for 15 minutes.”
    Television has an insatiable appetite and a lot of space to fill. I think that’s what Warhol was on about and that was over 50 years ago.
    Every cunt with his face on telly for 5 minutes is a sleb these days. The tabloids are full of “news” about the cunts so there must be a demand for it. There are magazines dedicated to the latest activities of these pointless fuckers. I don’t understand it myself.
    However, when one of them snuffs it I note the outpouring of pretend sympathy, virtue signalling and grief jacking that breaks out all over the soshul meeja. Some cunt who played bass in some early 60’s band no bastard has ever heard of suddenly becomes a genius who had a profound effect on thousands of cunts lives.
    It obviously fulfills something for so many people but don’t ask me to explain it.
    All I know is there are a lot of slebs, that I have actually heard of, who can’t get dead quick enough for me.

  2. Wait until one of the Kardashian cunts snuffs it! Or worse the whole fucking brood end up dead in some plane crash, there will be internet meltdown as all the social media providers sink under the massive waves of “grief” and “my life is over!” bollocks!

    If you thought Princess Diana’s murder…. oops, I mean unfortunate accident…. was the birth of all the OTT wailing, crying and public grieving, you ain’t seen fuck all yet!

    Of course if something crap (or awesome) like the Kardashians dying, it might be Traitor May’s only chance of getting a No Brexit deal through given all the faux tears from fucked-up MPs crying into their brown envelopes.

    It will be – as some cunt once said – a good day to bury bad news!

    • When one of the Kardishicunts snuffs it I will be….dancin’ with the captain, everybody be dancin’ with the captain…

  3. Another irritation is when there is something like a plane crash, but the headline focuses on the star attraction on board rather than including all the other cunts who perished!

    For example, there was mass hysteria, black armbands and 1 minute silences/clapping at stadiums when some footballer bloke called Emiliano Sala died recently. There were photos of him, reams of news articles, interviews the whole fucking works.

    But was there any thought about pilot David Ibbotson, who also died? Was there any photos, any applause, any word at all made for him? No, there fucking wasn’t other than “oh the other cunt is in our thoughts…. that pilot bloke… whatshisfuckingname!”

    Typical media bollocks – just like with any bad news, they love to focus on priorities such as “3 Britons and their pet budgie feared dead as Tsunami wipes out some shitty shanty town in the back and beyond, wiping out 500,000 plebs who know one gives a fuck about really!”

    Fuck it, I need some breakfast!

    • I know it doesn’t change the sentiment of your post but as an aside, it’s just been revealed that the pilot had no licence to fly at night because he was colour blind. Couldn’t figure that one out as surely the only colours to be seen at night are black and black?

      • Surely colour blindness is a quality to which we should all aspire in these PC days ??!!!

        The BLTPDQ squad should award a posthumous platinum medal for his colour-blindness…

      • It’s really got me this one. I can’t see the relevance of colour blindness to piloting a small plane at night. If it was to do with lights on his instrument panel, then surely he could identify them from their positions. As for not identifying any landing lights, the poor bastard didn’t even get as far as that. To all those cunters with a pilot’s licence, answers on a postcard please.

      • The port & starboard lights on the wings of planes are red & green. He wouldn’t be able to distinguish whether they were coming toward him or not.

      • I’m less concerned about someone colour blind being approved a pilots license, than I am about the BA flight from London to Dusseldorf landing at Edinburgh Airport by mistake !
        I thought after 9-11, air flight was being carefully monitored.
        Apart from the fact Air traffic control should have been concerned as soon as it headed North instead of South, this muppet arrived at Edinburgh before anyone found it strange.

        What the fuck is RAF air defense doing ? Are all our 40 year old jet fighters in Afghanistan ? or has the MoD budget been cut so far, that we now rely on Biggles patroling the skies in a Sopwith Camel Bi-plane ?

        Do we have no missile defense anymore ?
        It’s a far cry from the heady days of the Falklands war, when our Rapier missile system shot down half the Argentinian air force, RAF Harrier pilots shot down the other half, outnumbered 6 to 1.

        If a commercial airliner can make it from one end of the country to the other, un-challenged, then I don’t hold out much hope of stopping 1 of Putin’s Migs full of Novichok, let alone an ISIS suicide hot air baloon packed with Anthrax.

        Time to pull up the daffodils and start building an Anderson shelter !

      • We’ve just got rid of our Tornadoes as well. I’ve read the Typhoon hasn’t performed too well against Sukhoi 37s flown by Indian pilots in trials, and that’s the export version, not the updated Russian variant.

    • I agree, when the Leicester city owner died in the plane crash, there was little mention of his fancy woman who also died.

  4. I could’t give a Shit when someone “famous” dies. Why should I? They haven’t done anything for me,and the fact that they’ve died isn’t going to increase the chances of them doing anything for me in the future.
    I don’t even give a Shit when someone who isn’t famous dies. Unless there’s a chance that they’ve left me something in their will,it;s of no concern to me that they’re dead.
    I detest this attention-seeking drivel that people spew out,mainly over social media,these days. They seem determined to show just how “caring” they are by attaching themselves to the rotting corpse of someone who certainly wouldn’t have cared if the boot was on the other foot.and they’d died. I honestly believe that these vicarious grief-sharers are either mentally ill or completely selfish. Imagine getting your jollies by trying to make someone’s,who you don’t know,death into a chance to post silly ” Heaven has a new Angel” or ” A legend, we’ll never forget you” messages in the hope of a few likes and the obligatory ” U OK hun” replies from their “friends”.
    The only time I care if someone “famous” is dead is if they appear in the Deadpool. Apart from that, my normal reaction on reading about anyone’s death is a chuckle and a “Good,serves the Cunt right”,because, famous or not, there’s little doubt that there’ll have been some aspect of their existence that I found distasteful.

    Fuck them.

    Who the Fuck was Gordon Banks?

    • Morning Dick.

      At least the nominations in our Dead Pool are generally notables. Even MPs from the 70s, 80s and 90s made their mark, for good or ill. Who will remember this current shower of cunts?

      • Morning Sgt. Maj.

        I suspect and hope that this current shower of shite are remembered for a fucking long time. I’ll certainly celebrate when I hear that any of them dead,no matter how long it takes.

    • Morning Mr F I see the weather we are having in Northumberland is reflecting you fettle . Misrible

      • Still canny enough for the time of year, Harry. Just a few typical lambing storms.

        Morning.

    • I agree with you there. My local has it’s own deadpool. You put in £1 to name who you think will be the next ‘celebrity’ to die. The only catch is you can’t pick someone that someone else has already (like this one). The name of your ‘celebrity’ will be up on the blackboard with your name next to it in brackets. If your ‘celebrity’ is the first one to die then you win all the money and then the pool starts again.

  5. The Home Office might be about to stop funding the hunt for Madeline McCann.

    I would suggest that if they want to find the person/s responsible they arrest the person whose hire car had her blood in the boot.. Her dad……..

      • I have often wondered why her Ladyship Mrs. McCann refused to answer over 60 questions put to her by the police, and why the saintly Gerry always looks so guilty…..

        Of course they are doctors, and they always bury their mistakes.

      • I watched that Netflix series about the disappearance.
        In it the ex head of the Pedo squad Jim Gamble said he took an instant dislike to Gerry McCann. He found the bloke to be very controlling.

      • If the McCanns had been a couple from Liverpool on holiday in receipt of Job Seekers Allowance, and left their child unnatended in a hotel room, they would have been crucified by the media. Their other children would have been placed in care, & they would have been thrust in prison faster than shit through a goose.
        2 tiers of rules in this country. 1 for the haves / 1 for the have nots.
        Thus it ever was & always shall be 🙁

      • I have friends who live in the next village along from where it happened and they tell me there is absolutely no way they could have seen the door from where they were sitting.

        I just can’t believe the mentality of what they did, leaving three toddlers alone while they went off to dinner. There was a baby sitting facility ffs.

    • 12 million on an investigation and nothing? If it happened today you’d be asked to report it online and get a case reference number.

      There should be an inquiry into the investigation of this case, what the fuck have the police spent 12 million on when the kid went missing in a foreign country?

      Apart from air tickets, hotels and piss ups that is.

  6. I think the outpouring of emotional incontinence really started with Lady Di, fuelled by Satan’s arsehole and his “The Peoples Princess” schtick, thank fuck unsocial media was non-existent. I don’t think I even watched the telly or read a newspaper for three weeks such was the cuntery of grief-jackers or some cunt who once handed her a pair of scissors to cut the ribbon at the opening of a new community centre. Ginger pubes and Where’s Wally are still milking it over twenty years later though with their crusading mental ‘elf bollocks.

    • Can’t say I had much time for her when she was alive, I thought there was much about her that suggested she was manipulative and neurotic.

      The sheeple acted with their predictable bleating. If it happened today the first question would be was Phil driving?

    • Christopher Hitchens made a very sober documentary about the death, and the public and media reaction.

  7. I haven’t got a Danny who any of these cunts are anyway, so as I hard as I try to get down with the kids I can’t as who are the cunts

    • Getting down with the kids (listening to shite on Radio 1 or watching shite on Netflix) leaves me with an overwhelming feeling of dread…

      Or is that superiority?

  8. The media are desperate for stories to fill up the 24/7 shitefest and endless websites.

    The BBC went full pelt covering Keith Flints death and funeral, don’t remember him getting very much attention when he was alive.

    Then again the BBC site reports on Love Island and the like now. This bollocks with filling the news with the deaths of non entity’s is from the same shelf as them paying some count peanuts to make articles up about what’s said on Twitter.

    Can’t remember the last time I saw or read the results of a decent piece of investigative journalism.

  9. Fuck me… how empty must these cunts lives be that they have the time and inclination to weep and wail for the passing of every vacuous Tom, Dick and Harry nonentity they’ve never even met?

    • I’m young enough to hopefully see Blair off and will make a pleasant change to see wall to wall merriment and street parties, apart from Lady Mandlescum rising from his coffin with Cambellend’s preserved head in a jar to offer condolences.

      • You are a weaver of wonderful dreams LL. I look forward to the obituaries that will get published in the Telegraph, they always include a little description in the heading:

        PETER MANGLEDBUM – Pantomime Dame who became Blair’s greatest confidante and toilet slave

        ALISTAIR CAMPBELL – Alcoholic writer for sex magazine Forum, who started a war

        ANTHONY BLAIR: The man who replaced Larry Grayson as the campest man on British TV

    • Just thought – perhaps they’re crying for themselves?

      Came to mind while I was having a dump.

  10. My late father could never understand the tide of public grief when Diana kicked the bucket.

    Millions of flowers and tears for a slapped they never met.

    • I remember getting a bit of grief from wankers in sixth form when i laughed at them suggesting a book of condolence.

      • Do Mills & Boone do condolences books ?

        Perhaps pink, fluffy, with a white pop-up Fiat ??

  11. I remember getting upset when Joey Dunlop died, I was only 14 at the time though.

    • I don’t normally give a wank about some celeb that dies but I was a bit upset when Scott Walker died last week and when Danny Kirwin of Fleetwood Mac passed.
      Must be sentimental nostalgia.

    • Joey Dunlop real top man. Loads for charity but in a quiet way. Lucky to have been to his pub in Ballymoney during the road racing season when he was still with us.
      Ended up having a lock in with him his missus brother in law and mates got very drunk and remember watching a BBC NI report on that days practice and Owen Mcanally was being interviewed and Joey and his mates kept parroting Owens “you know” suffix everytime he spoke thought I was going to collapse laughing. He then he bade us goodnight and took his van back home or wherever he was going with a” safe home lads”. I drove back to our digs way over the limit but as it was from Joey Dunlops pub I felt that if the police stopped me I could mention him and it would have been OK.

    • Hacked my arse. That stuff doesn’t get out there by accident. It’s like that slag Price moaning that the paps are following her around and harassing her, forgetting that she phoned them up and told them where she would be.

      • True enough, Freddie. Anyhow,why the Fuck would you take and keep such pictures when there have been so many “hacking” cases unless you wanted them to leak out?

      • Isn’t she that Geordie slag who was married to fat Phil Mitchell about 20 fucking years ago?.. And I agree, Freddie… None of these photos are ‘hacked’… These days showbiz types are whores with film or er record contracts and nothing more….

      • Who the hell takes a nude selfie? Rather than wasting time doing that, she should tidy her flat.

  12. These youngsters have missed out on the good times. I can remember when outpourings of sorrow, bunches of flowers, teddy bears, bright coloured balloons and “we loved you” cards filled the streets and people were overwhelmed and paralysed by grief. Like in Coventry on November 15th 1940. Great grieving day out that was. 580 dead. 850 seriously injured. And oh, the teddy bears were lovely! And when HMS Hood was blown up. 2050 dead sailors. Fantastic bit of grieving that day. You should have seen all them burning candles and kiss me quick sailor hats down our street. Ah the good old days.

    Weak-willed, spineless false emotion-dribbling, vacuous millennial cunts who don’t have a life. Want to signal your virtue? Take in few post-mortems, preferably the really messy ones or the drownings. That’ll cure you.
    Yeah, who was Gordon Banks?

    • He was the son of that great parliamentarian and guru of the business world – Robin Banks.

  13. Don’t know who that preening pretentious glossy wankstain is in the picture, but he sure looks like a cunt.

    And now he’s the prettiest (irrelevant) cunt in the marble orchard too. Life goals achieved I reckon.

  14. Fuck Princess Died, the real “Peoples Princess” was Jade Goody. Now that was a real funeral…… of a woman who will always live in our hearts. Who can forget her gentle and inspiring words..”am l a fucking minger! No, am I ?”
    If you look on YouTube you can relive her funeral procession as it wends it’s way through the streets of Bermondsey. Look closely and you might see yours truly wiping away a manly tear.
    Unforgettable.

  15. For a true character I will look forward to when Ozzy Osbourne snuffs it, because all he wants on his tombstone is “Fuck off and die too, you cunts!” (according to some half-baked bio I read about him; probably bollocks!)

  16. The best day of my late dad’s life was when Ted Heath died. And he went to his grave still hating him.

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