Angela Rayner (13) and the Birmingham Bin Strike

Now is the spring of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this daughter of Stockport

Who else like me is getting all nostalgic for the 1970s? Labour government, public sector strikes (teachers next), rubbish and rats. The Bikeshed Girl’s in ‘crisis what crisis?’ mode but hey, she’ll sort it out. Unfortunately she gets dosh from Unite, the striking union, so no conflict of interest there then, eh Ange?
And just think, we’ve got Psycho Ed’s power cuts to look forward to as well.

Far out man, can you dig it? Fish out those tie dye tee shirts and flares from the loft, reinflate the space hopper, and lets boogie on down to Cum On Feel The Noize. Even Labour supporting Fat Reg has made a record with a certain Brandi Carlile (me neither) filling in for Kiki Dee.

It’s deja vu all over again.

Sky news

Nominated by Geordie Twatt.

56 thoughts on “Angela Rayner (13) and the Birmingham Bin Strike

  1. I bet those piles of rubbish don’t pong half as bad as Angie Baby’s sloppy old ginger clopper 🤮

    Good morning 👍

      • Good afternoon Norman. 👍

        No amount of drink could make her look doable !

  2. It’s almost as if 2TK deliberately appointed the dumbest, most incompetent, unfit for office people to senior posts.

    Did he think they’d make him look like a genius in comparison?

  3. Ging would’ve had a comfy shag on top of the rubbish, before disposing it inside her after a few visits.

  4. It’s very much like we’re back in the seventies already for a variety of reasons.
    Except for one thing.
    Workers don’t strike with the panache of the seventies.
    Those halcyon days of donkey jackets and braziers, screams of ‘Scab’ at strike breakers, dodgy ballots and a show of hands from disgruntled workers on a grassy knoll.
    Those were the days.
    At least the Labour Party and thick cunts like Rayner are unchanged.
    Next up. A return to the eighties and nineties where we sell off our industry and gold reserves for fuck all.

  5. That was the plan to make Birmingham more palatable to the street shitting Indians that Rodney has given preferential treatment to with his trade deal.

    • It’s kicking off back home, so it can’t be long before they’ll be at war in the streets of Little Kashmir.

      AKA Leicester.

      • Don’t confuse Indians with cheap and tackies. One is cultured, hard working, educated and even has a space program. The other live in mud hots, shit in the gutters and like blowing us up. Not the fucking same at all.

      • Both utterly tribal, self-interested, foreign and don’t fully assimilate, so they have that in common.

      • No Indians – not one – causes trouble or disturbs the other patients and staff in the hospital.

        Pakistanis, it’s always them. And, just when one fucks off back there, another takes his place. We now have another Paki turd, with all the same tricks. Doesn’t talk English (after being here for 30 or 40 years), thinks the ambulance staff are his chauffeurs or taxi service, plays his shitty Bollywood shite loudly on his phone or is talking to some Paki banshee for hours. Stinks the place out when he drops a shit. They are living dirt.

        I know an Indian lad who works there, and he hates them just as much as I do.

      • What a load of tripe.

        India and Indians, the dirtiest shithole on the planet. You can smell New Delhi from 30’000ft and 50 miles out.

        Cheating, scamming bastards.

        The quicker they both wipe em selves out the better.

  6. When I first saw the header picture I thought that it was a throwback to one of those ‘Spot The Difference’ puzzles that, when I was a young lad, featured in children’s comics and puzzle books. So I gave it a go but gave up as I could find no difference at all between the shit on Brummie streets and that on Westminster seats.

  7. Nothing and no one in this fucking cuntry works anymore. We are almost entirely populated by lazy fuckwits, fucking mongs and illiterate cunts. A simple job like emptying the fucking bins is now beyond the Brummies. Politics is now the profession of scrubbers and trouser botherers.

    I have been trying to pay a fucking utility bill for weeks now. I keep getting emails in pure gibberish from call centre twats who litter their inept prose with fucking emojis. Fucking emojis in business correspondence ffs! I am not fucking twelve. Cunts.

    Good morning, everyone.

  8. Dirty Ange. Laughably, our once great country has this ridiculously inept tart as our deputy pm.
    Is there anyone in the cabinet, apart from fruity Wes, that she hasn’t sucked off?
    Bet she smells of fish from 30 yards away.

  9. Since the elections(those that were allowed to vote), I haven’t heard a sickie about this issue.
    Is it just accepted as the norm in Brum?

    • No surprise there, Harry. No elections coming up so no political capital to make from clearing it up. The cunts in power, nationally and locally, don’t give a shit about the long suffering and malleable electorate except for when it comes to hanging on, at any cost, to their overpaid and luxuriously expense accounted non-jobs. That’s when they become the world’s most adept liars. I despise the political classes, every one of them down to the last pronoun.

  10. That cow is a cheap tramp who would never get a place in a new cabinet, if ever Labour regains it’s sanity. However, with Kweer giving such generous terms to India (no NIC for employees and employers), effectively putting British people at a disadvantage in the job market, I can’t see another Labour government for decades.

    Quares, Islamists and unionists that is all this putrid government cares about. In five years time Rayner will be back on the game again

  11. To think a famous actress would be swarmed upon in public, whereas Ange would feel embarrassed at seeing an organised queue developing.

  12. The header picture isn’t really Rayner. It’s the pile of shit on the left after it’s been put through a selfie filter.

    • Along with Batley, Oldham, Rochdale etc. Birmingham already has a cast of tens of thousands of extras that make it already indistinguishable from a turd world shithole.

    • My wife was born and raised there Doc. We lived there for decades. Our kids were both born there. The article in your link is correct on every point. I most closely identify with the author’s final sentence.

  13. In the event of fuckwits, retards and dilbrains controlling your local council, follow these steps:
    1. Put refuse in refuse sack.
    2. Put full refuse sack(s) out for collection.
    3. If no collection is forthcoming/likely, place full refuse sack(s) in boot of car.
    4. Drive car to local refuse centre.
    5. Deposits full refuse sack(s) in appropriate container.
    6. (Optional) Bill council for clearing own refuse.
    Simple really.

    • You have to pre-book an appointment at my dump now.

      Seriously.

      A better option is bag your trash and drive to the council leader’s house, then after feeding soiled nappies and sanitary towels through his letterbox, sprinkle the rest over his car and garden.

      • Your option is preferable T, I’ll go along with that.

  14. Tell you what, Filthy Ange….

    Use the millions you spunk on dinghy taxi human filth who infest UK towns and hotels like Colarado Beetle.. Deport the dirty bastards and then spend that money on cleaning up Brum. It’s simple really.

    And an ex-teacher (amongst other things) from Newton Heath thought that up.

  15. Do you know if it wasn’t so laughable it would be a fucking joke 👎
    Rayner deputy PM You couldn’t make it up Unite sponsored this twat talk about a conflict-ion of interest Labour the sooner they are booted out of office the better 👍👍

  16. Saw her name, saw bike strike. I thought she was within holding the manky ginger fishy flesh pit from her poor suffering other half. How does he do it…

  17. on the upside,in a couple more years you’ll be able to get to Birmingham twenty minutes faster by train than you can currently,so there’s that !,

    • In reality Hugh, if HS2 comes to fruition it will serve to facilitate the continuing siphoning of the last remnants of wealth and talent from the West Midlands to London and the home counties hastening the completion of the job started by Harold Wilson in the sixties, i.e. the destruction of the West Midlands.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *