Glastonbury

Deserves a cunting every year for being mainly populated by naive kids living and partying off someone else’s hard work, be that mum&dad or the taxpayer, while espousing socialist views of increasing taxes to pay for free everything for the idle.

In addition this year the festival of cunts is hosting two acts who call for members of the Tory party to be killed. We’ve got laws in this country that should suffice in protecting all groups and individuals from being verbally targeted for acts of violence by lone attackers or mobs, and this is a restriction on free speech that most right thinking people agree with. But not only are these reasonable laws not enough for leftists who have inflicted the nonsense of ‘hate’ speech upon us but now Orwellian restrictions like ‘Islamaphobia’ where even critiscising certain tenets of certain creeds is ‘racist, discriminatory…etc’. But whereas these laws against inciting violence are not seen as providing enough ‘safety’ for some groups for others, like heteronormal white males, it’s not even enforced at all. One band has a song ‘Kill Tory Scum’ another called for all Conservative voters to be executed. Give me two fucking minutes with one of these skinny millennial runts…*Censored for graphic descriptions of extreme violence*…the fucktards.

Nominated by MandroidZ

People that think recaptcha is appropriate are utter unredeemable pitiful cunts.

The football team I support just won a football match. I want to post on their official forums, share my love for the team, acknowledge their tremendous achievement. But no! To register I have to help Google train their AI to recognise a fucking street sign.

It wouldn’t be so bad but I’m assessed against their current AI model and a whole swathe of fuckwit Americans, which means that accurate street sign identification isn’t what they’re after. No, to register to post on a forum I have to accurately guess what some mutated inbred fuckwit American considers to be a street sign.

I could almost handle that. Almost. Except that to contact any company, regarding anything, I have to fill in a fucking recaptcha. Am I human? It doesn’t actually fucking matter, all that matters is that I spend my time and energy training Google’s AI to make the same fucking mistakes that the American public will make.

Fuck this anti-person technolgy, fuck Google and above all, fuck the cunts that think it’s reasonable to fuck over their customers, their supporters and any cunt trying to contact them by imposing such a nonsensical cuntish fucking waste of time, brainpower and energy on them.

Nominated by Quivering Quim

A nostalgic Cunting.

The Fonz.

For forty odd years I’ve nursed a deep and abiding hatred for Arthur Fonzarelli. He was a character in a dreadful American programme called ” Happy Days”. It involved “The Fonz”,a weedy looking,rather sinister 40 year old “biker” who apparently preferred the company of school children. He used to hang around some kind of youth club with his adoring teenage fan club,hitting the juke-box and saying “EEEH” like a special-needs escapee from the Sunshine coach…or “Sit on it” which I rather suspect was an instruction to one of his barely-teenage acolytes….what the “it” that he wanted them to sit on was never made clear,but I can take an educated guess. The filthy predator had even inveigled his way into the home of two of his young admirers,where he apparently lived rent-free by also charming the pants off the old,fat sexually naive Father and Mother.

I don’t really care about his rather distasteful desire for young meat, it was probably all the rage back then amongst those with a theatrical bent,just as it is now. What fucked me off about the greasy little Pisspot was that he stole screen time from Suzi Quatro all dressed up in leathers….lovely stuff she was back then…not nowadays,obviously..she’ll be a wrinkly old biddy now.

Fuck Off.

Nominated by Dick Fiddler