Charity Christmas Ads


On the subject of charities, lots of them have TV ads.

Am I the only person who has noticed that, not only do they recycle the ad from last year ( and the previous umpteen years ) , but the same faces appear in ads for other charities.

Here’s the RNIB advert RNIB.

I’m sorry, I’m not heartless (says you – NA), but the girl in the ad doesn’t tug my heartstrings at all. (There’s an obvious tug joke there, but I won’t – NA)
That’s a pass from me, RNIB, not to mention that this is the third year running you’ve screened the same old trope.

I’ll also ask you to Google the Salvation Army Christmas Ads .
Homeless this Christmas ( old trout having a Christmas dinner attended by a SA person )
Lonely this Christmas ( same old trout opening a gift-wrapped box attended by a SA person)
Also, PDSA, same old trout hobbling in with elderly dog.

Fuck sake, stop paying your CEO cunt ££££,
spend some money on new ads, and stop taking us for mugs!

Nominated by : Jeezum Priest

Sort of seconded with tales of meal time deformities by Miserable Northern cunt :

Adverts for cleft palate charities.

God, these make me spew.
Im tucking into my tea and these cunts pop up on the telly.

Some fuckin umbongo kid with mangled teeth and lips.

” hes bullied by other children,
And finds it hard to eat..

Join the fuckin club.
Im finding it hard to eat looking at Squidwards deformed mouth.

Im glad the little cunts bullied.
Hes spoilt my tea.

Strangle the weird lookin little fucker and use his bones for witchcraft.

As for me donating?!!!

Oh, id not want to shame you by acting the white saviour.

That pound coins staying in my wallet where its been for years.

Nice try Andy Burnem

Adding fuel to the fire is from Liberal Liquidator :

YouTube.

Sickening.

Enjoy your dinner Mis.

52 thoughts on “Charity Christmas Ads

  1. Turned the key in the wife’s car few days back … radio came on automatically … as I reached for the ‘turn that shit off’ button, I heard it ….

    ‘children’s cancer’ … and the cunts were attempting to mine from both fucking ends … (a) trying to find a cure for ‘children’s cancer’, and (b) organising dream trips for ‘children with cancer’ .. it went on to state how many children might be diagnosed with children’s cancer in 2026… but by then I had the phone blue-toothed in and so I could go back to not giving 2 shits about other peoples children’s cancers. (You opt to have kids. bad stuff can happen with them).

    All charity ads should be MADE announce the salary of the CEO of said charity, imo. They usually run in the 6 figure bracket. 150 grand not unusual. Plus expenses.

    Children’s cancer is, of course, a terrible thing on god’s green earth. EXPLOITING it with an eye on the ‘profit’ margin is just as sick.

    • Morning Cuntemall and everyone.
      Years ago I was contracting and had this placement where I worked for a very rich guy. His next door neighbour (well, across several acres) was the CEO of Oxfam.
      This house was just outside Oxford and was worth millions, literally millions.

      • Good Morning Mr.C.

        Indeed, that would seem to be the pattern. I’ve been to the site of a fairly substantial animal rescue to liberate a critter to my care, and while the boss lady searched in her dressing gown in her kitchen for a certain release form, .. I marvelled at the solid oak kitchen units and marble floor OF said (huge)kitchen … the warm coffee-aroma’d bubble tainted only, really, by the *volunteers* visible out the window, across the way, breakfasting the critters and mucking out the shit, that cold frosty morning.

        Then paid the fee to rescue an animal(wait, what? : yup!) .. a d left a slightly wiser man.

      • I feel I should point out that of the portion of Oxfam’s income which is spent on “admin” not all of it is used to finance big smart houses in very expensive parts of the country. Some of it goes to pay for under-age prostitutes in third world countries.

  2. This Christmas I particularly enjoyed the unsurprising revelation that the Salvation Army are heavily involved in pampering illegal immigrants.

    Seems like the entire charity sector is out to plead for cash to give it to assorted foreign trash.

    Much like Our Rachel from Accounts then.

    Complete barrel of cunts.

    Oven.

    Good morning.

  3. You’d imagine the Saalvation Army and other homeless charities would have lost most of their donations by now. If our indigenous homeless could have been housed in 4* hotels all this time, as ably demonstrated by the largesse shown towards the dinghy filth, people could argue that their donations could have been supplanted by the government paying it instead.
    If the homeless charities want to improve their begging adverts, they’d be well-advised not to include a single carpet-kisser or um bongo, patronisingly offering a poor quality Christmas dinner to a homeless ex-serviceman who, by rights, ought to be in a posh hotel with full dentistry care, instead of Abdul or M’tembe.

  4. They should run the cleft palate ads with a back track from Bruce Springsteen,that might get MNC reaching for his cheque book.

  5. Charity begins at home…. that’s it 👍… can’t believe they actually put a whitey on the appeal instead of the usual Somalian bag of bones who’s mother will drop another as soon as little Khalid is consumed by all the flies around his face 😩…’iz no worries I iz already in de oven for de ninth time, insha’Allah’

  6. £100 buys the CEO a first course at the Ivy.
    £200 gets a middling bottle of wine.
    £500 provides a black politiician/civil servant with some well earned graft.

    I dont include the Sally Army in this as they do good without overpaid execs. But fuck the rest.

  7. The cleft pallete and other disabled African kids adverts are bollocks.
    Any sort of disability in Africa is an opportunity to earn money out of scrounging.

    The only reason to go to Africa is to see the wildlife on safari.
    If you haven’t been then it’s not at all like you would imagine.

    You have to get up very early to see animals before they hide themselves away, out of the sun for a kip.
    Hundreds of adapted jeeps will be in a safari park at the same time.
    When a particular animal, or group of animals are spotted, the safari guides get on their radios and let all of the other safari guides know.

    A single lion can be surrounded by dozens of vehicles, the occupants all taking photos.
    When that’s all finished the safari guide will take you to a petrol station, probably owned by a relative where you will be encouraged to buy souvenir crap.

    You will soon find yourself surrounded by beggars who will be eager to show you their disabilities.

    Missing limbs and eyes, huge scars and best of all, facial deformaties.
    Babies with cletfs will be pushed into your face by mothers holding out their free hand for money.

    The best thing that happens for one of these families is having a deformed kid.
    The last thing that they want is a foreign doctor to fix up their kid and take away their increased capacity to scrounge.

    The safari jeeps will be covered in the red dust from the safari trails.
    Not one of these scroungers will come along with a bucket of water and a sponge to earn money.
    Too much like hard work I suppose.
    So they parade their disabled kids for money.

    Africa really is a shit hole.

    Good morning everyone!

    • Copy all that Artful …
      And the same thing goes for India and their “tiger safaris” / train journeys. Our guide would shuffle up to them, stuff a note in the sobbing mother’s hand and tell her to fuck off and leave the tourists alone!
      And as for all the starving, deformed kids who are in dire need of clean water – here’s an idea – stop having fucking kids !!!!!

  8. You heartless bastards, so I imagine you didn’t donate to gap toothed titnotist zack/dave/trigger or what the hell his name is, calais charity appeal yesterday?

    Dave thinks we need more rapists in the country, or maybe he is looking for a new bum wiper. Maybe the last one was to rough, but I would think that spòon faced spàstic would enjoy that.

    Fuck all foreign appeal charities, just die like you used to do in the good old days.

  9. The other thing which is just for the cameras is the kids covered in flies.

    That’s just for show.
    You think that a mother, no matter how stupid, doesn’t know how to keep flies off her kid’s face?

    If you are unfortunate enough to get a scratch or a graze then the annoying flies will bother you, but that’s no different than in any hot country.
    Simply cover up where you are bleeding and the flies will fuck off.

    A tourist in Africa will not be covered in flies and it is not because they don’t stink like the locals.
    It’s because they haven’t had sugar water put on their faces by advert producers.

      • I saw on the telly Thomas that the dirty, smelly bastards do eat flies.

        There are times of the year when flies hatch and swarm.
        The locals, (kids mostly) go out with nets and catch as many as possible.
        They then squash them up into burger shape and cook them.

  10. I disagree. I’ve been to them far-flung parts of the empire and observed first-hand two things;

    1) the flies are 100x more annoying than anything we have to deal with here

    2) the people don’t have the sense/initiative/gumption to wipe them off their faces

    2 could be because of 1 and they’ve just given up the fight, I cannot stress how fucking annoying the flies are, they don’t take a hint

    • I saw one for the RNLI.
      They downplayed being a taxi service for immigrants for obvious reasons.

      They saved my uncle at sea years ago.
      He had a small fishing vessel and the motor packed up.

      This was before they started sacking volunteers because they had a page3 girl on their locker.
      They get nowt from me.

    • I agree Mickey.
      The flies are different.
      When you try to swat them and miss they will fly a few inches away before almost immediately coming back.

      They are annoying.
      But I guarantee that no tourist gets their faces covered in little fuckers, and no adult local can be seen with dozens of them covering their faces either.

      Níg nóg kids are much more photogenic and profitable when they have flies on them.

    • The other thing is,
      Sending some kid with cancer to Disney World.

      If i was seriously ill last thing id want is a long flight, surrounded by yanks, then rollercoaster rides?

      And they never seem that happy anyway,
      Either underwhelmed or the little bald cunts are spoilt.

  11. The easy way to avoid all this is not to have the television or radio on. Especially left on channels that are certain to be showing what you’re complaining about. I suppose its easy for people who prefer to live alone like me and always have my tv left on a blank screen for safety.

    • I’ve reminded myself of the time when watching a shot of a stately home and the camera panned this lovely stylish room, then this bed appears and lay in it is this sambo. I split my sides laughing. Talk about looking out of place, it was fucking ridiculous. An add must’ve appeared whilst I’d gone up stairs for a piss.

  12. Before giving your hard earned money to some charity,check there CEOs salary and others working for said charity it’s easy to do online,millions are spent on salaries and they always have prestige addresses in London,if they are so concerned about little Abdul or donkeys etc they would do it for a minimum wage,you be better giving it to some local person who’s say looking after hedgehogs out of there own pocket it is more appreciated than some multi national multi million pound so called charities which they are not they are a business…….fuck em rant over and fuck it that little abdul has to walk 4 miles each day….fucking move closer to the well you cunt.
    Merry Christmas and have a cunt of a new year

    • Not only that CEO and directors cuts, .. from a single scene I spotted out the corner of my eye on a T.V. show last year, the voluntary office staff think nothing of sending someone on a ‘coffee run’ or ‘cake/sandwich run’ .. with a charity’s credit card to cover it.

      Unthinking entitlement, the cunts.

      Fuck that, and them as well. Such a ‘refreshment’ run for 5 or 6 cunts who to my eye were doing more chilling & chatting among themselves than anything constructive .. could run to 40 or more quid. Every fucking time.

      You’re doing charity/voluntary ‘work’ and fancy a sandwich or coffee? … Reach in to your own fucking pocket for it, y’cunts.

      There. I’ve said it.

      I might just add, my initial opening-post gripe about the radio ad way up there ^, … the ad led with the opener “At this time of year….” and had some slow, sad christmas-y piano plinking behind the professionally sad-voiced lady’s insincere/disingenuous script read.

  13. There was one the other day for tramps.
    Shelter or sally Army
    I dont remember.

    Donate, £29 so they can have a Christmas Dinner!!!

    Fuckin ell, whats he having?
    Is there a wine list?
    Luxury Christmas crackers?

    30nicker for a dosser to fill his face.
    Its cruel.
    Next day hes back rooting in bins,
    Drinking hand-wash
    And shouting at invisible people.

    Dont spend 30quid on the kids.

  14. There are also the charity adverts with fucking celebrities in them. Usually whining about water like that prick Ewan McGregor. Animal charities are the only worthwhile ones out there, fuck M’tembe and the village well he has been begging for for the last forty years.

      • Fuck Yemen, Gaza and all the African shitholes of their own making. I accept no responsibility whatsoever for their condition and helping them just buys us bigger problems in the future.

    • Celebrity pleaders piss me off. Seen ads with Gillian Anderson and that luvvy cow Olivia Coleman among others this Xmas. Dig into your own pockets then.

  15. I was walking past this young lady sat on the floor outside a Post Office (how convenient) with her dog and asking for money. I said take this, offering her a fiver. She completely blanked me and said sod you then. I took the elastic from the note wrapped around my cock and went on my merry way.

  16. Following on from Barry Z’s post

    Dipshit Dave spent three days in Calais, probably in a nice hotel and after a good breakfast popped out to have a quick look at a migrant camp and do a little photo shoot and back to hotel before popping out to a local brasserie for quality wine and food.
    Why three days, you’ve seen one fucking shit camp you have seen them all, complaining about the French police slashing tents (they are illegal).
    Apparently the frogs now have to provide better facilities for these scumbags and I am sure the local population will be overjoyed encouraging more cunts to rock up causing all sorts of mayhem.
    Back to Dave, he put out his Christmas message at the same time as jug ears, nope me either.

    500 million to make them more comfortable, fuck me just put them up in French hotels, they are probably empty around Calais and Dunkirk anyway.

    Dave is crazier that Jez, nuttier than a fruit cake

    https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-15411477/Green-leader-Brits-pay-millions-make-Calais-migrants-COMFORTABLE.html

    Maybe we could ask Donald for help, carpet bomb Pas de Calais to protect Christian Britain. Now that would be worth a £500 million contribution.

  17. These are the poor cunts whose parents go to work.
    Benefit kids are rolling in new gear paid fir by the fucking mugs who still go to work.

  18. Just to add to my previous post,I hate getting the fucking begging letters from numerous so called charities which,it must cost them a fortune in postage to send,but they do include a pre paid envelope which they ask you to put a stamp on when returning so they don’t have to pay for postage,……I do return them but if fill them full of shite…cig ends,bits of any old shite and as much newspaper as I can fit in it,make sure it’s overweight sellotape it up and don’t put a stamp on it up and send it back,it’s only fair they send me shit and in return I send my shit and rubbish back to them only fair I think

    • I’ve had more than a dozen charity begging letters this Xmas. I just collect them up then shove them back in the post; if the mail is getting paid to deliver the stuff, they can fucking well get rid of it as well.

      Call me cynical, but these days most charities strike me as just being businesses, with a big fuck off set of offices (almost always in London of course) and overpaid ‘executives’. I only give to small, local based charities these days.

      The appeal that really got my goat was the one from the RNLI. Like I’m going to give money to those cunts so that they can provide a ferry service for illegal migrants. Fuck ’em.

      Morning all.

  19. Crisis acting is a respectable career, they obviously start early, pretending to be distressed kids once they get an equity card,obviously. It is what Freddie Bartholomew would have done if he had not been able to get in at MGM. He would have worked his way up to play a man dying of cancer in an NHS ad, or maybe even a tramp sitting on a pavement in an uncaring city. The sky is the limit for such thesps.

    Good morning, everyone.

  20. I know I’m stating the bleeding obvious, but I prefer to give the odd couple of bob to someone begging in person, rather than the thieving charity cunts who line their own pocket’s. You can also chat to them and get it from the horses mouth kind of thing. I may have been duped on occasions by the eccentric who dress like tramp for the same reason and its the chances you take that makes it interesting.

  21. This is an example of the parasitical disease that is international socialism. The redistribution of wealth from poor people in rich countries to rich people in poor countries, with the assistance of helpful, well paid intermediaries who skim off a chunk for themselves. In other words, a scam.

    Its most obvious form is international aid, doled out from one elite to another whilst homeless people in the richer country remain living on the streets and it, unsurprisingly, does little to help ordinary people in the poorer country. The charity route is merely a voluntary version of the same thing, where people are conned into neglecting the charity needed closer to home, like the old lady next door to them or other cases in their community, but feel better if they make a donation to people and causes they will never see, assuming it even assists the stated aim at all.

    These are amongst numerous leaches feeding off the rotting corpse that is Great Britain.

    Maybe I am just cynical, but I think we are a long way from being a well governed country. Debt running close to 100% of GDP, the wealth of the average person in terminal decline, infrastructure falling to bits, an inability to conduct basic functions like border control, a dwindling military, vulnerable young females left to be abused by the grooming filth, a disgraceful education system, even things we were still good at – like being a relaxed and free country – now a thing of the past with people harassed for holding opinions that are not far left.

    And yet our “elites” engage in highfalutin moral posturing, provide an international welfare state and magnet to the world’s useless and dangerous, and waste money on foreign military adventures in shitholes that are irrelevant to our personal and national interest whilst our own nation is being invaded, by means illegal and approved.

    We have absolutely no right to be poking our noses in elsewhere. We have become the national equivalent of the mouthy, social justice warrior students who start lecturing their teachers, despite having achieved the square root of fuck all and having contributed zilch of any use in the real world.

    As they say, charity starts at home. Let’s get our own house in order. We are in danger of disintegrating as a country in the decades ahead. The native British have plummeted down to 74% of the population and are staring down the barrel of minority status in the near future. And I doubt this country becomes a kinder, better place for that.

    This country once built up the might to go and establish a successful empire, and deservedly so. We are a long way from that now. Our people don’t even know what a country is or its purpose. We are not even useful to ourselves, never mind anybody else. Look at the state of the people manning our national government. Useless foreigners, nine bob notes and idiots.

    It is like somebody wrote a play called “The Country That Somehow Became A Joke”. We’ve gone from being the world’s polymath, scientist, engineer, financier and all-round, charming hardcase to a geeky and retarded trans degenerate, snorting fake Albanian coke from the rim of a toilet.

    Even the suggestion of wasting time, energy and wealth on foreigners is demented. Utterly deranged. For the foreseeable future, it is back to basics for us, if we have any sense. We must spend the next century looking inwards, keeping our heads down, rebuilding our people and home in the world. Then, and only then, might we have any right to dole out charity and advice to others.

  22. I loathe Xmas, it comes at the most miserable bloody time of the year, then, when Talking Pictures are not “entertaining” us with cremation adverts, you have the fucking mournful Salvation Army band droning away. One of these days I am going to go to a SA band rehearsal and I’m going to stick some fucking rhythm up them and I’ll swing their bollocks off. We will turn them into sinners instead of saints, with drinking wenching and a group resembling the old Eddie Condon mob. We might even get Lady Nugee to sing a few numbers with them, as she gyrates to Give Me A Thrill With Your Old Trombone.

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