TV ‘Talent’ Shows
I reckon that television companies are due a massive cunting for their shameful, wilful neglect of aspiring British talent. Especially on Saturday evenings.
The country must be brimming with fresh, eager performers from John O’Groats to Land’s End. People who can sing or play an instrument. People with charming magic or ventriloquist turns. People who can dance or ice skate. They’re queueing up to show us what they can do, and surely deserve a platform to showcase their talents. Especially on Saturday evenings.
You’d think that tv bosses would jump at the chance. It’s a stunning opportunity to offer something really vibrant and original to refresh the jaded palate of the viewers. There’s also a possible cost incentive for them to take into account, as I imagine that it would be pretty cheap to stage such an event. No need to shell out huge fees to attract established stars; wannabees desperate to ‘live their dream’ will perform for fuck all. Just because something comes cheap doesn’t mean that it will be at all tacky.
There’s no doubt about it. TV bosses are total tossers for persistently denying the Great British Public its chance to see some new faces perform in front of the cameras. Especially on Saturday evenings.

Nominated by Ron Knee

The death of the “Hustings”. In days gone by, any prospective candidate stood on a street corner, hailer in hand and spouted. They were cheered, they were jeered and many got the shit kicked out of them. But. If they wanted your vote, they had to do it. That was the hustings. Every street corner had at least one visit from the current arsehole wanting power. Kids like use used to pelt the cunts ( whoever they were ) and some of the drunks leaving the pub took time out to start a fight.
In those days, that was the only way. No newspaper mastabatory support. No telly to promote your campaign, no armies of cretins in support. Just you. You and your Campaign Manager.
So why cunt the death and demise of the Hustings ? Because if they still went on, none of todays cunts in power would stand up to the test, and we would sharp see the back of these sleazy cunts for wanton lack of guts.
Imagine, a Dark Key on a soapbox in Walker Newcastle in 1956 asking for your vote. The cunt would be swinging from a branch in Walker Park.

Nominated by Asimplearsehole

The Lancet Psychiatry

What the fuck?
No I Hadn’t heard of it either but see below:

‘One in 13 young people in England and Wales experiences post-traumatic stress disorder by the age of 18, the first research of its kind suggests.

A study of more than 2,000 18-year-olds found nearly a third had experienced trauma in childhood.

And a quarter of these then developed PTSD, which can cause insomnia, flashbacks and feelings of isolation.

Researchers say, with many young people not receiving the support they need, the study should be a “wake-up call”.’

Does anyone smell horseshit? Self-interest? Jobs for the shrinks?
This profession is fucking useless at the best of times – psychos routinely con them, but the claim that 18 year olds have PTSD levels similar to military personnel who have actually been in harm’s way is plainly ludicrous.
An example given was a girl who had surgery as a 4 MONTH old and developed the disorder. Fuck me, who’d a thunk it?
The only surprise is that Brexit isn’t included in the causes.
I will leave the cunters to suggest what life scarring stresses these pampered children experience.

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble