Cry-baby Men

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Men Crying in Public.

As I watched the early morning news headlines and saw Tom Daley receiving his gold medal at the Tokyo Olympics the inevitable happened. With my piss on a slow simmer, Daley started to publicly blub for the cameras like a homecoming queen on prom night who had been arse drilled by the high school star quarterback in the back of his car.

Such public displays of feminized emasculated men reduced to a blubbering mess of emotional incontinence are now normalised and even celebrated. Traditional masculine norms of being strong, composed and stoic are now old fashioned or dismissed as examples of “toxic masculinity” and ” the patriarchy”.

Its the public bit that gets me really, what folk get up to behind closed doors is non of my business, its the insincerity and narcissism, no doubt helped along by social media. Of course this isn’t all men but you know the sort, liberal left-wing, Labour voting bearded skinny jeans and smashed avocado on toast wankers, the sort who cry over Brexit or Chiggun George or the melting icecaps. Sports stars win or lose it doesn’t matter, actors, political opportunists, Prince Halfwit on anything, let the tears flow!

I have seen my dad cry once in my lifetime when my nan died and that was in private, my grandad always maintained his dignity in public on Remembrance Sunday when thinking about his mates who never came home from the war and would have been of the opinion to kick one of these dickheads in the bollocks for crying over such pointless shite

It almost brings a tear to your eye.

Nominated by: Liberal Liquidator

and supported by: W.C. Boggs

Dainty Tom might have even more to cry about this autumn as they want him for the same sex department of Strictly Come Mincing:

Strictly Come Poncing

The tears will doubtless spoil his makeup and fake tan.

71 thoughts on “Cry-baby Men”

    • Its a disgrace.
      No shame.
      This would of been social suicide when I was growing up.
      Like a leper or something.

      “Theres that mardarse whos always crying!
      Get him!!”

      If loss of a loved one fine, in private, thats understandable.
      But have a little dignity.
      I see some young puff scriking his eyes out like a 6yr old girl,
      I dont empathise.
      Im repulsed!!
      Want to give him something to cry about!
      Your not stepping onto the beach at Normandy you little tit so whats your issue?
      Chemically imbalanced.
      Hit them with a brick.

  2. Cry babies?
    I broke a nail and ruined a sequinned top recently, but being dead ‘ard I never shed a tear until I thought no one was looking! 😀
    Very nearlly cried when I ruptured my anterior cruciate ligament – never felt pain like it.
    Time for a bike ride methinks

  3. I think there is nothing wrong with crying, weeping and sobbing etc. But when it’s pretend for the television cameras, that is not good.

    I notice sometimes in the shop, when a child is crying and then given a toy or sweeties from their parents, the crying instantly stops. Crocodile tears perhaps.

  4. Soy and The Guardian.
    That’s the recipe for these emasculated wet blankets.

    Oh and they are abject cunts also.
    Fuck Off.

  5. Poor old Tom, caught knitting at the poolside, seems to confirm that he is the wife in his marriage. I wonder if his dad ever had any suspicions about him, which might explain why he went everywhere with Tom (even in the locker rooms). I am not suggesting his dad had any designs on him, but as a dad myself, I would have been OK (ish) with my lad being gay, but I would have been very worried if he had taken up knitting, and minced about in budgie smugglers in an “alluring” way. My advice to Tom would be to act like Ronnie Kray “I’m not a poof, I’m a homosexual”

  6. Never cried in public, but, I’ll admit, I have a few times, in private. Got in the back of the truck and locked the doors. Couple of times when I’ve got home following a child death, seen my own kids and couldn’t stop myself. My kids are good. They understand what dad does and have grown up with their dad in the emergency services. Never in public, though.

  7. The only time i cried in a public place was in the Vets surgery.
    Gilbert my 16 year old Jack Russell had to be put down. I was reduced to a blubbering wreck. I was more distraught than when my Dad died.
    I remember apologising for my disgraceful display .
    The Nurse had to console me which in turn gave me an erection.

    Good Morning all.

  8. My Dad passed away two weeks ago tomorrow. That cuntish mesothelioma took him from us. I want to read a short tribute at his funeral in a few weeks’ time but my overriding fear is that I break down like a 5 year old girl who has been denied a new dolly.

    All I can think to do is to practice, practice and then practice the tribute until I have it off pat. My only chance I have of not coming over like that streak of Scottish piss in Four Weddings and a Funeral.

      • Sorry to hear that Paul. My father passed away one year ago this month. Crying about real things is fine. A real man cries over real pain and loss. Blubbing over unimportant things is no more than self centred attention seeking.

      • Just a thought Paul (and sorry for your sad news) – why don’t you pre-record it, and then if you feel unable to speak on the day, your words an be played through the sound system. I am sure people there would understand.

    • Sorry for your loss. Fuck-all wrong with crying at REAL grief, rather than the Strictly/X-Factor results.

    • PM@ – Sorry to hear that, its never good losing a loved one but you could never fk up the funeral like I did my old dears – the arch in to the faith centre was really low and not only did I manage to belt it with the top of the coffin, scrape it halfway through the arch and managed to round off the outrage with a “for fucks sake”! as we went in, apparently a bit louder than I thought – luckily Big Trev the Pastor and the entire congregation were pissing themselves laughing by this point!
      Take me anywhere you can, unfortunately the second time is usually to apologise for the first though..

  10. Why are we importing an Italian poof to mince with our poofs on Strictly Cunts Dancing? Surely we’ve got some gays who know how to dance without resorting to EU pillowbiters?
    British jobs for British fa**ots I say! 🇬🇧

    • They could get a famous one, after all, as his friends told Keir Rodney – Mandy’s handy. I am sure his Lordship would be delighted to get his hands on a 27 year old, even though Tom might be a bit old for his tastes – at nearly 70, buggers can’t be choosers.

  11. It’s a fucking disgrace. Men should be hard as nails. I am disgusted when I see one crying. You expect it from a snivelling Nancy boy but a full blooded hetero should be leading the way in manhood. Only babies, women and Tutti Frutti’s crying in public is acceptable. When i was a boy men were role models . Now it’s all ” mental health issues. Fuck me we would all be under the Nazi jackboot if our dads hadn’t stepped up and done their manly duty.. if their was a war now they’d all need counselling before it even started.

    Fuckin man up yer Cunts.

    • Ff@ – Crying at loss, fair enough, we are human, sometimes can’t be avoided.
      But cwwying for likes on Twitter?
      Shut up or I’ll give you summat to cry about you mardy little gets 😡
      We have spawned a generation of needy, weepy adult babies.

    • ‘Man up’?

      Ive seen people on Facebook post videos and rants about how toxic that term is. The same f@ggots had anxiety attacks over the referendum.

  12. It all started with old yo yo knickers not wearing a seat belt in that Parisian underpass. Suddenly every narcissistic cunt was getting on the telly blubbering about some old tart they never met. Fucking mass hysteria milked by the media. It’s been down hill ever since.
    I’ve never seen such poofery in all my life!!

    • All joking aside, I don’t think you’re wrong, Freddie. Everyone wants to jump on the ‘Grief Bandwagon’ to virtue signal how upset they are.

    • Absolutely Freddie. I could never understand public displays of grief over someone they never met. It’s virtue signaling i suppose

      • Died’s cortege was a larf – hearse pooling up the M1, or whatever, covered in a heap of stalks. Just like a Steptow funeral, going down the Goldhawk Road.

    • FtF@ – I remember my partner coming into the kitchen in floods of tears when the Queen of Essex danced her last bell end tango, I thought a Family member had died the way she was carrying on – my response of “well, thats 10 million a year in tax money saved” was in retrospect slightly insensitive..
      But correct.

      • Same at my house. My mum closed the curtains, lit candles for a week, and had a minute of silence on the funeral.

        It did our heads in so I did a massive fart during it and she told me to go and stay at my dads, which I did.

    • I’m not so sure, Freddie. Pre-dating the People’s Princess of Cockloving, back in 1990 that Geordie man-child and inveterate pissant Gazza bawled his eyes out in Turin due to his team having lost Italia 90.

      At that time, Gazza was lauded as some kind of ‘new man’, one not afraid to show his feelings and I recall Gazza became some kind of demi-god as a result. That pisshead started off an irreversible landslide of fashionability for public emotional incontincence, as far as I am concerned. Cunt.

    • I remember girls at school giving me their best Thunberg Stare of Indignation because i wouldnt sign the book of condolence for Diana.
      I told them i didnt fucking know her and neither did they.

      Dopey hags. God knows where that book is now.

  13. In an unrelated thread I have read with absolute horror today this story published by SKYnews (who are not as wokey as BBCunt, but still cunts).

    https://news.sky.com/story/food-bloggers-call-for-word-curry-to-be-cancelled-over-claims-it-is-rooted-in-british-colonialism-12376985

    A number of wokie BAME’s are now telling us the word Curry should become part of the cancel culture.

    What a croc of fucking horse shite I have ever read. This using of one word to categorise a general thing is not new. For example, the word Hoover actually refers to the company not the product but this word has become synonymous with vacuum cleaners – who gives a fuck.

    You know what got my piss steaming this morning when I read this, one of the BAMEY Snowflake wokes who is getting her fat knickers in a twist over this is a blogger and writer for…. Browngirlmagazine.

    The irony over the generalisation of one word where she works for a media platform that I would argue is racist over da whitey because it excludes us..!!! WTF!!!

    Going to start up my own media empire I think and call it, The Honky Times…

    • I might need to act on this announcement, and fast…

      …with a takeaway order to the Rose of India for some onion bhajis, a chicken balti, mushroom rice and peshwari naan.

      • Jesus H Christ – what next?

        Won’t be able to call Guinness the black stuff soon.

    • I hate curry with a vengence, even the smell makes me gag. Not only ban the name but the vile powder as well.

    • The “influencer” – or opinionated cunt who makes money from punting products on soshul meeja – is actually quite right. It’s not just the food in India which changes every 100 miles* (Hey! “Miles?” British colonialist measure? Ninths of a yojana, please). The people do too. “Indian” is as much a signifier of colonial oppression as “curry” – more so since “curry” is arguably a corruption of “karahi”. No more “Indians”, then, please. When discussing subcontinentals, please specify the village your subject came from. Thank you.

      *debatable. Most of it relies on widespread ingredients, and variations on the same bunch of spices, Several ubiquitous ingredients of curries – chili, tomato, potato, aubergine etc – came from the Americas. And would not have done so had it not been for the imperialist Conquistador oppressors.

      • Yes, Chillies were imported to Goa via the Portuguese, and the original vindaloo is a pork dish created by Catholic Goans..

        The fucking Goans and their cultural appropriation of chillies.

  14. I remember shedding a tear in 1967 when Mrs Peel waved a fond farewell to Steed at the end of her stint with The Avengers, but don’t think anyone caught me.

    • I must admit I did the same when Charlene left Ramsey Street in Neighbours. Thankfully she went on to become a massive pop legend.

  15. I only cry because of my menkal elf. And the poor immigrants. And dead dar keys in that London.
    I blame the far right.

  17. Sat with my dad on his deathbed my eyes were moist.
    The last words he spoke to me were, Wtf are you crying for? I hope I’m half as stoic.

  18. They even have their own pink ice creams, presumably Zooms are too masculine.

  19. I’m sick of all these ponces crying in public. It’s fucking pathetic and still shouldn’t be the done thing, in my book. Problem is loads of people think it’s a good thing. What’s good about it?

    I think some men think it will get them in with women. Well women say they like it but when it comes down to it, they don’t want to shag a mincing crybaby, and if it works for a bit and then it dawns on them what a pansy you are they’ll be off like a shot.

    You also see it in football and in football coverage you get these journalist sucking up to the players and trying to “emote” with the cunts. FUCK OFF.

    I don’t remember ever crying in public after the age of 10 and I’ve been teaching my nephew not to do it. He’s coming on well. He’s not a soft cunt and it’s good to see.

    (WordFence doesn’t like the word “ponce” hence why your comment ended up in moderation. Cheers – Day Admin)

      • Good question, something I’ve wondered about but fear of being called a cunt for asking has deterred me from it.

        If it was filtered this site wouldn’t exist – DA

  20. Tom Daly has been the most embarrassing cunt all the way through this, gold or not this is a shining example of poofery and most of whats wrong with modern people these days, he,s like an advert for mincing fruits.
    The thing that gets me is how much time did he spend hanging around unsuspecting strait guys in changing rooms before he decided to come out of the closet, it must have been like the Small town video from the Copynerds, sorry Communards about some fag in the changing rooms getting a slap….

    • And the little bender was so needy of attention he had to knit while he was in the crowd watching. Cunt.

  21. I wonder what Tom D would have grown up to be, had he spent a few minutes with Richard Griffiths playing his Uncle Monty role.

    “I have to have you, even if it means burglary.”
    That scene alone is enough to put off any would be snapper.

  22. Having a little cry this morning watching the UN 6th Assessment Report on climate change

    We’re Doomed 😭

    Computer says Humans are causing climate change
    Computer says exterminate all Humans.

    Don’t worry, Tom is knitting another Willy Warmer so we can all feel good , bless him. Brings a tear to your eye.

  24. When written up as a Facebook status oand accompanied by a video of a grown man crying over a Star Wars trailer, sadly this view seems to be seen as an’ ‘extreme’ opinion, udging from the responses i’ve had from expressing a similar opinion.

    It doesnt help calm things down when you call the offended a bunch of soft cunts, but it is fun (and then you get your account suspended).

  25. I’ve cried at funerals but also bawled my eyes out when pets have died. Deciding to put the pets down because they are in pain is heartbreaking but you know it’s the best thing to end their suffering. Not nice.

    • Agreed. Losing pets is grim. With some family members it’s, well, . just a sense of relief, sometimes in more ways than one…

    • BF@ – yep, when I had to take Elephant Head, my old dears Ridgeback to the vets for his last trip I have to admit I held him in my arms, turned to the wall and silently bawled my eyes out.
      He was a good hound – bad tempered, greedy, vicious, AWFUL farts, and he worshipped my old dear.

      • It’s really shit isn’t it Vernon. I cant stay in the room now when there being put to sleep. I just want to remember them alive not layed out on the vets table. I know each person to their own but it’s just my way of trying to deal with it.

  26. I did cry in public at the funeral of a comrade that hanged himself. When the coffin went past, draped in the Union Flag, we were stood at Attention, I couldn’t help myself. Looking left and right, I wasn’t alone. Luckily it was pissing down with rain so it didn’t show and the gutter press didn’t notice. Oh yes, when my daughters were born, too.

  27. That overpaid twat Messi was blubbing at a press conference since he’s leaving his football team. Poor love, I couldn’t keep it together, knowing that he might get a pay cut to only about £65 million per year.

  28. Dear Mr Liquidator you have made a glaring error by mistaking Daley for a man, That fake bloke, Haley from Coronation shite is more man than that little powder puff, fuckin knitting whilst watching the Diving, more like wanking under his comfort blanket over his fellow mincers in their micro trunks, the Faggott makes my skin crawl.!!

  29. I worked with a geezer some years back, he had a message delivered to him at the place of toil, stating just go to your mums now.
    He left with haste running out the door like the vindaloo he had the night before was trying to make an unplanned exit.
    A few hours later, he rocks back up at the place of exploitation, with us saying sup then mate, just fuck it he said fuck it all, puzzled we left said geezer alone and noticed him braving out the bottom lip tremble. So with some curiosity we said come on yur cunt what’s up not like you to look a bit emotional.
    I tell you fucker swhat up he spouts I go to mums, walk through the door, she hits me with dad’s dead he’s sitting in the end of the sofa. His mum then says she’s waiting for the guys with the thick bin bag to arrive, so take the dog for a walk, the whining is pissing her off, takes the dog out he says round the block just long enough for it to shit in the middle of the pavement.
    Rocks up back at mums with the van has arrived, as he is informed it looks like his mum was having a last sit down holding the still hand of his dad and pegged out with him on the sofa. So the two of them was bagged and tagged, so he thought rather than end up a sack of blubbering shyte, like on a day when the footie team just got slaughtered, he would just carry on as normal and man it out at work, with the best bunch of cunts he knew!
    Fucker didn’t even get a Bronze medal for that show of self control, and posture of hard faced manhood, in control of emotions that must of been tearing the cunt to pieces.
    None of us had enough cunt in us to ask what happened to the dog!

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