Checkout Charity


Checkout Charity is not only a cunt, it’s a subtle form of shaming.

Now, what is Checkout Charity. If you’ve been in certain chain stores, Poundland is one ( if ever a shop needed a name change, eh?), possibly your regular supermarket, you get to the point of paying and get the following message.

” Would you like to donate £1 to our supported charity? ”
Or possibly
” Would you like to round up your total to the nearest £, for our supported charity? “.

Now, you’re in a rush, there’s a queue of muttering pensioners behind you hissing ” hurry up, FFS “, you get flustered and press the green for go button!

It used to be prevelant, but not so much these days, which is mainly due, apparently, to a healthy distrust by the public of how much actually reached the charities.

The Conversation.

Do people really feel guilty about pressing the “Hell, no!” button. I don’t, and never have.

Over to you.

Nominated by : Jeezum Priest

52 thoughts on “Checkout Charity

  1. Damned right JP…in fact, it gives me a tiny warm glow denying every piece of charity, even the smallest token gesture.
    The only money I’ve ever willingly given to charity was to a local hospice and only because I knew a couple of people who died there.
    No, our charity (as English folk) is the astonishing amount of money stolen from our pay packets and through staggering levels of taxation in every facet of life to give to support every filthy fucking parasite under the sun, both foreign and domestic.
    I’d happily see thousands of Africans die of starvation than willingly give even 20p.
    Fuck them.

      • Morning Thomas,

        In the words of the great Bernard Manning

        “I went to school with one of them do-gooders. He went to Africa to help the hungry and they fookin ate him”

  2. Our local petrol station does this, it’s always a no from me. Also the digital pumps always trick you into rounding it up to the next pound by clicking over to another penny or is it just me being an impatient cunt.

  3. Ive noticed this.
    Using peer pressure to try and chisel shoppers.
    Morrisons spring to mind.

    Other day some twat mithering about dogs.
    I said no.
    I was in fuckin Morrisons shopping for the dog!!

    And few days later
    Something about families.
    Told the woman i wasnt interested.

    ” oh thanks for your time”
    , Dead sarky like.

    But it was the truth.
    I don’t give a fuck about some family of spongers.

    Id be wasting hers and my time feigning concern.

    They try and shame people.
    Luckily im shameless..

    • I wonder who’s more hard-hearted out of you and I, MNC?
      Pretty even, I’d say.
      Shame there’s not an organisation in this country that works hard to reduce immigrants’ status to absolute penniless beggardom where they plead to go back to their shithole in Afghanistan or Sierra Leone.

  4. Checkout assistant Tiffany, she of the Adam’s apple and Walls pork sausage fingers, once asked me if I’d like to donate to Stonewank.

    So I asked her if she’d like to donate to the Twatt Beer Fund.

    We both declined.

  5. Never give the cunts a penny and never will.

    Used to feel guilty and considered charities as noble pursuits but after growing a bit older, wiser and more cynical, (thanks mainly to Sir Bob and his buck toothed East Africans) I gradually realised that they’re all a fucking racket that’s basically making a select few Lib Dem voting champagne socialist arseholes extremely rich.

    Don’t feel guilty cunters – just tap NO.

    It’s a shame there isn’t a “FUCK OFF” option.

  6. A major issue I have with this unsolicited assault on your morality is that they never specify the good cause benefiting from your generosity. The implication is that any charity is de facto a good cause.

    Perhaps it’ll be the RNLI, dedicated to the worthy cause of safely landing illegal scum on our shores?

    Or maybe Oxfam or Comic Relief, determined to line the pockets of African dictators whilst giving their predatory missionaries unfettered access to sexually vulnerable girls?

    Or how about Hope not Hate, working round the clock to silence criticism of Islam and ensure our Pakistani friends can help themselves to white English teenage girls, like raypey kids in a peedough pick and mix shop?

    If they want me to press that “yes please I’d love to donate button”, how about offering me the chance to finance good causes such as:

    – the Joseph Rowntree Foundation for Nuking Small Boats and their Occupants

    – the RNISTBB, the Royal National Institute for Sending The Bastards Back

    – or everyone’s heart tugging favourite, Children In Need of a Fucking Clip Round the Earhole

    I’d say add a few more quid on if presented with any of those options.

  7. The only thing that concerns me is when they are very vague about what the “charity” is. Could it be “Make Lord Sainsbury An Even Richer ScumBag” charity, with a proportion going to Auntie Kweer?. Very few of these charities are for animals – I would happily give money to the Dogs Trust, or Cat Protection, but I would baulk at the charity set up to provide David Lammy with a cast iron lavatory seat, or to pay for Streeting’s suppositories.

    I think it ought to be made plain what the charity is, and why the company supports it – The Julian Dunkerton Fund, set up to promote the left leaning old quare, ditto Dale Vince, or the Virgin Charity to pay for the upkeep of Richard Branson’s false teeth.

  8. The header pick is obviously from a posh shop, all the stuff spread out unlike the tat shops where the racks are stuffed to the gunnels.

    Round up, fuck that round down

    ‘That will be £10-50 mr Sick’

    Me ‘Would you like to round it down to an even £10’

  9. I only give money directly to the people that need it. Surely everyone knows that the little you give to a charity gets swallowed up in tax and certainly no offer of a wank like the lonely young women I give to.

    • There are so many stray dogs here.

      The local dog pound is run by the council but terribly underfunded.
      2 old guys work there.
      I have never known either of them to have a day off or go on holiday.

      I give the rescue centre €50 from every job that my company does.
      This is never less than €1.000 a month and has been much higher.

      Sometimes I will send a van along to a wholesaler to fill up with dried sacks of dog food. Or perhaps they will clear out a few Chinese stores of their stock of dog beds and toys.

      My company often cover vet’s bills.
      I will place adverts in the local papers for the dogs to be adopted or just to find people willing to give up an hour or so to walk the dogs now and then.

      I don’t do it for publicity, I don’t have potential customers told about what we do and I don’t get any tax relief from our donations.

      I do it for the dogs.

  10. I’d only press yes if it’s for several gunboats in the channel with a crew of rabid faaaaaaaaaar right thugs (most of the UK population according to government) ….with prizes for the most accurate gunner 👍…check that out 🎖️

  11. Any charity collections here are illegal.
    The scammers know better than to come to Spanish areas.

    A bar owned by a friend, not far from me is popular with tourists.

    An alleged collector turned up and came to our table as almost his first call.
    I told him to fuck off, and he did.

    Then I called the police.

    Around 10 minutes later there he was again on the far side of the terrace, getting money from a tourist couple.

    A waitress shouted over to him in Spanish slang, “Just them and then go”.

    I was shouting at the waitress about why she was letting her customers get ripped off, just when the Guardia Civil arrived.
    They arrested the cunt.

    I rang my friend who owned the bar as he was not working at the time.
    He came along and sacked the waitress.

    Another scammer who gets round the law by offering tat for sale and pretending she is deaf turns up at every bar and restaurant in my area, every fucking night.

    Many places no longer let her inside or onto their terraces.
    She avoids me and Mrs Cunter.

  12. At my local petrol station, the chap behind the counter always presses the ‘No’ button for you before you present your card.
    Considering he’s a park key, I find it very helpful of him.
    Probably the only useful contribution he’ll ever make to our society.
    Having said that. Maybe he’s terrified that any donations might go saving the life of the odd Jewish person.
    There’s always an ulterior motive with those fuckers.

  13. I don’t suppose that sooty in the header pic will give much away, they never do. Mind you she does have a nice set of boulders!

  14. I’ve just been in a budget clothes store in a nice part of England we are visiting, and couldn’t believe how many dodgy dinghy Afghans were in there. Obviously a local hotel has been commandeered by our dear leaders. It put me on edge, especially having my partner and child with me. Looks like even in the posh towns we are now expected to rub shoulders with undocumented young men who we know f all about.

    National checkout charity.

  15. The charities have fucking blown it as far as I’m concerned. When it came out that donations were used to buy under-age prostitutes and finance the madrasas to train the next generation of islamic terrorists and suicide bombers that was enough for me. Then consider the money sent to third world countries to improve their lot. Africa is a shithole from the Med to the Cape of Good Hope despite eye watering sums having been donated over decades. Bits of it were halfway decent when white people were running the show so they threw them out. Fuck ’em, fuck ’em all.

    Having made that rant I confess I have given to Battersea dog’s home, who also look after cats if you weren’t aware.

    • Sometimes I just need cheering up Arfur.
      A break from everyday life.

      The dog rescue centre keep a pair of overalls for me. They are always cleaned and pressed.
      I will go along and get changed into them.

      I then go out into the dog’s play field, which is fenced off.
      I will sit under a tree in the shade and of course the dogs get excited.

      Once they have calmed down and stop trying to lick me and pull out my shoe laces, a dozen or so will curl up next to me, or even on me for a kip.

      Christmas morning is a good time to go.
      Many people will turn up with food, other treats and warm bedding for the dogs.
      Unfortunately this year it was pissing down on Christmas day.

      If there is a heaven, I think that it should be like my dog’s home.

      Cats can generally look after themselves and they are not my favourite animals.
      They set up their own homes in the parks and woodland.
      Stupid people will go along and feed them. The same people never think of clearing up after them.
      The mess and stink is horrible and the left over food attracts huge rats.

      • I know exactly what you mean Arty. I think the old adage dogs have owners, cats have staff, pretty well sums it up. As a lad we always had a dog at home but unfortunately my asthmatic wife is severely allergic to them so we have cats. Like Jeezum our younger keeps a dog and a cat. Her dog is a full size red poodle who is astonishingly intelligent and obedient.

  16. These needy cunts that need charity?
    Your starvin Marvins,
    Your drooling daleks
    Johnny umbongos and others cursed by the gods.

    Id like them to appeal in person.
    Too fuckin lazy no doubt?

    Come on!
    Stand in front of my throne of africunt baby skulls and plead your case.
    It may appear im giggling and eating cheese and onion crisps
    But no.
    Im listening carefully and deciding whether i should give you a shiny 10 pence piece.

    Good luck,
    Wouldnt be to quick getting the tin opener out… 😂

  17. There’s always a young Romanian girl outside my local Morrisons flogging the big issue, clearly not homeless. “Big Issue” Mr, NO ! says I accompanied by a filthy look.

    The other day I witnessed the fucking cunt being dropped off by another swarthy east European twat in a 7 series BMW…!

    Scamming bastard’s..!

      • Likely the gay vision makes the female form blend in with the background thus rendering them literally invisible. This effect is exaggerated if the area is full of “handsome” men and any females are wearing scanty clothing. If this is so then mangled bum would be factually correct if he said he saw no women. When dealing with practitioners of the brown arts one should always take into account that they are different to us in many ways.

      • Mandy clearly wants us to believe there are no underage rent boys. He used to take a great interest in Wes Streeting’s “career” when the latter was 16, and even took him canvassing, in the same way Kweer takes Eastern European rent boys canvassing today.

        You can be sure Mandy was getting his end away with Eppy’s friends.

      • What, Mangledbum has crawled out from his crypt in daylight?

        the BBC giving air time to a three times disgraced former politician, whom no one in their right mind would ever believe a word that he uttered from his cock shaped orifice of a mouth?

        Silly me, he’s one of the chosen ones in the eyes of the warped degenerate BBC producers.

    • Lord Mangledbum, saying that he never saw any young girls on Eppy Island…

      Of course he didn’t. He went there for something else.

  18. Charity is just another form of scrounging, Just because it is done on behalf of others doesn’t make it different. The cunts who run charities live the high life on the proceeds of scrounging. The weird Batman Jelly was a case in point. Dame Doreen is doing very nicely thank you. Major Tom’s family is not short of a bob or two. Whatever happened to all those tens of millions scrounged on behalf of the dead ‘queen of hearts’?

    Take my advice, keep you money firmly in your own wallet.

    Good afternoon, everyone.

    PS Black people don’t want your patronising imperialist white charity. The are quite capable of nicking their own shit.

  19. OT, spent the morning on the Harvey Wallbangers, roast pork for lunch prepared by my dear wife of 51 years followed by her creme caramels. Stunning. Reminded me why the gourmets call good ones virgin’s tits. Remember in your teens when the girl’s tits felt so soft you were afraid they might melt away in your hands? Now I’m on the chardonnay. Won’t be driving today.

  20. Yeah, the Big Issue…

    The Eurogyppo gangs have taken it over. What’s worse is to see idiotic, white wankers giving them money with a self satisfied smile. Whilst they pay for a left wing filth rag sold by slave labour, although the real slaves are those of us paying their benefits. My bird’s mother brought a copy into the house a while ago, having purchased it from one of them, and I told her to get it off the table. Imagine the germs! I had to get the disinfectant out and then threw it in the woodburner to prevent any further contamination. There was one outside a sainsburys over the Christmas dancing about in a santa outfit and loudly harassing shoppers. I took one look at the grinning tramp, shook my head, and walked on. Sick of them.

    • I did email Big Issue expressing my concerns that their shitty rag had been taken over by the Eastern euroscum..!

      Surprise, no reply…!

      • A Paki woman sells the Big Issue in Bury town centre.

        And, at 5pm every day, she gets picked up in a dark red Mercedes.

        Cunts, the lorrovem.

  21. I keep seeing these bus stop ads for something called ‘Cash4Kids’. Why don’t tgey ask Andrew, he’d take half a dozen or so.

  22. Used to be the case certain businesses would have a nominated charity for the year and would donate a percentage of their profits amid a load of press releases and free publicity……now, it would seem, if you are being asked to donate, then it’s their customers who are funding these donations to charity…..not out of their profits, but I bet the company will still release press releases saying it is them who have donate x amount to y charity. Cunts

    • Being on a wee island theres not a lot of choice besides CO-OP, who give the option each year of picking a cause to donate to in the app.
      Last year I supported the local school pipe band, the more kids with access to bagpipes the more chance of them being inflicted on others, thats my idea of giving back!
      The options this year are less fun sounding but I’ll continue to support the wailing kids.

  23. I still get charity bags pushed through me front door letter box on a regular basis, for clothes I believe.

    I sort of thought help for heroes and that old captain that wandered around his garden were ok causes, until all the scandal surrounding those operations broke.

    Hey ho, the bags makes excellent rubbish sacks.

  24. OT from OT….

    The shower of shit went crashing out of the FA Cup today.
    If wouldn’t matter if Matt Busby, Rinus Michels, Brian Clough or Cesar Luis Menotti was in charge of this lot. They’d still be a steaming load of shite.

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