The loss of joy and fun in the world

 

is a massive fucking cunt.

If we’re not being ordered to find Rosie Jones and her ilk on the lefty side fucking hilarious we’re needing to pluck up the energy to applaud the likes of my personal favourite Ricky Gervais and his absolutely ESSENTIAL refutation of the bullshit of woke on the other side. Humour and irony has become emphatically qualified by politics, and you have to pick your side these days and get ready to defend it; you can’t just laugh at life as a whole.

Just simple, irreverent, fuck you, who’s afraid of anything or anyone, two fingers to all of you, we’re just having fun and enjoying life fun seems to have been wiped out. Now I blame lefty cunts for this, but maybe those of us on the right need to stop showing the bastards any attention and just start taking the piss and laughing at shit again.

It’s a bit one in the morning, had a few drinks, this nom, but I enclose as my evidence this link to the closing credits of the Cannonball Run; to my currently fully cut mind, a perfect exemplification of what happy times were like. Oh for a fucking time machine:

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Nominated by Balsamic Dave.

23 thoughts on “The loss of joy and fun in the world

  1. Rosie Jones not funny, BD?
    We can all laugh at Rosie, though undoubtedly not in the way that she and Channel 4 would like.
    Unlike any modern leftie, we here on ISAC don’t have to worry about being constricted by modern sentiment and our attitudes are formed in the 70’s and 80’s when things were much better.
    I’ll laugh at spaştics, mọngs, obese cunts, nıgģers, wetbacks, pakıs, humourless leftie wimminz, jobless council parasites, cyclists, bud-bud ding-dings, religious pricks and dog-eaters until I draw my dying breath and doubtless every proper Englishman (with big hairy balls and a strong spine) will too.
    Good morning to one and all.

  2. Good nom.

    Nowts changed for me.
    Life’s still fun.
    can’t let the bastards grind you down.
    if they can’t take a joke?

    …fuck em.

    I find Rosie Jones funny,
    maybe for different reasons than her audience but funny nevertheless.
    if I got a complimentary free ticket (say I was a Labour mp) id have a great time.
    shining a laser pen at Rosie trying to get her to throw a epileptic fit,
    and shouting loudly

    ” where’s your calipers?”

    I make my own fun.
    fuck the world.

    • Special needs font, MNC.
      All inclusive to accommodate the cunters who’ve misplaced their reading glasses.

  3. Love Cannonball Run.
    can tell they were having the time of their lives and all got along.

    Smokey and the Bandit too, with my favourite Buford T justice.

    Don’t seem to be able to make films nowadays where the cast have a laugh?

  4. Im sure Rosie Jones is a performance artist, like that lazy cunt stephen hawking.
    There was nothing wrong with him, he just wanted a free wheelchair.

    She is just larping as disabled to get a free car, and always be at the front on aeroplanes.

    • That Stevie Hawkwind bloke was just doing it for the PIP, and a decent parking spot at Aldi.
      Didnt seem to be a cripple at eastern island?
      chasing the birds around like Benny Hill.

  5. Seeing arrogant, universally-hated MPs getting their comeuppance at the ballot box cheers me up. Neil ‘£1000-a-question’ Hamilton and his gobby wife being a
    particularly memorable example.

    I look forward to the looks on the faces of Labour Lovlies Whalearse Nandy, Y-front Cooper-Balls and Supervag Ange next time around.

  6. I’ve a vague idea of what I was banging on about with this thoroughly pissed nom, and if I look at it through the lens of my staff it makes sense to me.

    We’ve a number of employees in their 20s, and several of them are absorbed in themselves and their “problems”. Oh I can’t buy a house (they can they just prefer to blitz their earnings on holidays), so and so’s had a baby I want to have a baby so everyone shows me the same attention, I need to leave early cos I’ve got to see my counsellor, I’ve got Attention Deficit Autistic Spectral Look At Me Disorder you need to treat me like I’m fucking made of glass.

    We are currently needing to employ someone who, unlike the rest of our staff, is not dead from the neck up. We’re interviewing someone who on paper is perfect for the role – 15 years in the industry, technically qualified, knows how to work on the front line as well as manage the paperwork, just what we need to take some of the pressure off managing everything, very personable and presents excellently – at this stage. But they’ve had their minge moulded into a fake cock and have emphasised their bleedin pronouns on their cv. One wrong move from me taking the piss out of poofs or weirdos and we’ll be in a tribunal facing the full wrath of a houmous eating lefty judge. Thus I don’t think we can begin to take the risk employing the cunt cos I don’t want to spend my working life policing my behaviour to gratify the narcissism of some fucked in the head deviant.

    We never worried or got worked up about all of this shit when I was younger, this is what lefty cunts have done to the world; made everyone take themselves and their mostly non-existent grievances and problems so fucking seriously. It’s tedious and it’s exhausting.

    • Morning BD….that’s the one useful thing about social media.
      Before I consider anyone for an interview, I have one of the youngsters show me their social media profile.
      Any hit of the tar brush, the merest whisper of blue hair or a septum ring or being a fan of bicycles or EV’s…straight on the reject pile.
      I’ve also interviewed people who turned out to be fat fuckers and have sneered at them for the whole interview, leaving them in no doubt as to why they didn’t get the job.
      Bad attitude toward the only body you’ve got = bad working attitude and skiving off.

    • I’ve employed people in the past Dave.
      My advice, for what it’s worth, is don’t touch him/her/it/they/them with a bargepole. Don’t forget the cunt can take you to the cleaners after the first day now.

      • Morning Thomas, Geordie – yep I have an ever growing list of who I won’t employ:
        – fat cunts
        – ragheads
        – spooks
        – Eastern Europeans (bullshit are they hard workers, given several of them jobs in the past and they’ve all been lazy, dishonest, devious cunts without exception)
        – vegans
        – women with fifty kids
        – anyone whose cv shows they haven’t held down a job for longer than a month
        – anyone who complains they were bullied in their previous job
        – any immo who hasn’t bothered to learn the language
        – anyone absolutely covered in piercings and tattoos
        – and of course those who openly advertise their sexuality and alphabet types

        I’ll think of others as the day goes on from the years of cunts wankers and assholes we’ve had come through our doors.

        But yes, we can’t begin to take the risk of employing someone with a “protected characteristic”. Mate of mine who was a partner in a top London firm who I was discussing this situation with was telling me yesterday they had some bloke who was a new recruit who knew he was going to fail his probation suddenly turn up to work in a dress. Again, fucking lefties making shit serious when we would previously have laughed the cunt out the door.

  7. Big and bold font 👍…just like I was in my pomp in the 70’s, great music,out on the piss, watching the talent dancing around their handbags and ready to swoop on your fancy 😁,said what you liked without fear of some arsehole complaining about hurty feelings…the past has gone please bring it back 😩…now it’s watching it all go down the shitter with boring morons running the show…you can’t say that today the people say..get fucked oi,oi 🥾

  8. Hawky annoyed me with the cheap yanky voice and I stopped listening to it. Whereas Rosie gave me a hard-on due to her vulnerability. Just imagining that walk is giving me a semi.

  9. I don’t know about the rest of the world per se, but there’s lots of joy and fun to be had in the UK outside of the Muslim-conquered cities.

  10. I can promise that the creative team behind Boggs Pornographic Film Productions (Taiwan) Limited will be bringing you a ton of laughs and entertainment in their winter range this year. Firstly there will be live performances from the likes of Jess Phillips and Bridget Phillipson, appearing naked in the Boggs Torture Chamber – laugh along as the “ladies” appear, stark naked attached to a sling where they will be whipped and humiliated with surgical spirit, turned upside down, and made to sit – unlubed – on a chair with a massive butt plug in it. Watch Louise Haigh scream as her feet are placed in a bucket of hot rhubarb juice, shudder as the giant Diane Abbott receives a super-enema, all over Yvette Cooper’s face. Enjoy a live stream of Angela Rayner entertaining her clients (“her gentlemen” as she so coyly puts it), in her Soho flat with a red light in the window. This is our reality show of 26/27 – it will run for ever, or until her bow legs are far too unpleasant to be shown on TV, or her ring piece drops off.

    Then there will be the Indecent Art Class series where novice painters will attempt to paint Bev Clarke stark naked drawing in large strap-on’s, and then the lucky male winner will be forced to fuck her brains out (such as they are).

    We will of course have our annual Strictly Come Stripping competition from the Steaming Pussycat Club, where a bunch of pansies led by Peter Mandelson and the Reverend Bryant as judges will be being sick in a bucket as they watch some of the prettiest left leaning girls perform some of the filthiest nude acts known to man in close up. As always the main winner will be congratulated by Wes Streeting, who will hand her the golden diploma after giving her a kiss and a good fingering. The poofters, by the way, will be getting their own show – Celebrity Cottagers, where they will compete for the Tony Blair Memorial golden urinal trophy.

    Laugh? you’ll be pissing yourself – and there is even more good news BPFPTL will be opening a TV channel, SmutTV to bring you all these fabulous shows on demand on a 60 inch screen near you.

  11. It’s put a smirk on MY lovely mush just now to imagine a SATB-style bloopers reel under the end credits for – say – schindlers list, or the passion of the christ …

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