Deadnaming

 

is a cunt

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.

Once upon a time, there was a bloke called Fred, who at some juncture, decided that he was in fact a woman, and henceforth, would be known as Freda. ‘A sign of the times’, you might say, ‘whatever (yawn); just get on with it and don’t annoy everybody else with your hang-ups and delusions’.

Well here’s where the plot of my cautionary tale thickens. Enter former South Wales police superintendent Cathy Larkman, who served in the force for over thirty years. Cathy was shocked when she received the proverbial ‘knock on the door’ from officers of her former force early in September. These worthies were there as part of an investigation into her alleged ‘crime’ of referring to ‘Freda’ as ‘Fred’ in a soshull meeja post, thereby committing the utterly heinous offence of ‘deadnaming’ the trans activist by using his former moniker.

The plot thickens further if allegations in ‘The Sunday Telegraph’ are correct. ‘The Telegraph’ states; ‘it is believed that Ms Larkman was reported by a disgraced transgender (former) police officer named Lynsay Watson- a figure with a history of urging the authorities to pursue criminal investigations of people who are critical of gender ideology’. The paper’s report also states that ‘Watson (formerly known as Alex Horwood) is believed to be the person’ who dobbed in Graham Linehan to the scuffers, leading to the writer’s subsequent arrest at Heathrow.

Needless to say, Ms Larkman was both shocked and outraged to learn that her former colleagues had been looking into this matter over a period of ten months, which in her opinion, constitutes a ridiculous waste of time and resources. This, I would suggest, is the view shared by any sane individual, especially when you learn that of course, no offence was actually committed, and the whole matter was dropped.

Now I’ve put this nom up under the title of ‘deadnaming’, which to me is another idiot concept dreamt up by transgender ideologues, and is a perfect illustration of the fact that they inhabit a parallel universe to the rest of us. But the nom must also extend once again to a police service which cannot, it seems, show a modicum of common sense and discretion when such ludicrous and vexatious complaints are made. ‘Bad faith actors’ is the term which is often applied to these shit-stirring tranny time wasters. I can think (as I’m sure you can) of a much punchier one word epithet…

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Nominated by Ron Knee.

Levington’s soil improver

 

a unique blend of composts that will enrich your garden and improves clay soils
well that’s what it says on the bag.
Having a shit clay soil I thought I would buy some, 3 bags in total.
With the promise of rain I spread it over the veg beds and hoed it in quite nicely.
my initial thoughts on opening the bags was that it smelt like creosote, I can live with that.
Day 2 the creosote smell has gone, replaced by a very distinctive smell of shit, farmyard muck heap, possibly pig shit, shit smell.
one of the beds is right next to my neighbours front door, and I put two bags on it, it really smells of shit, still no fucking rain!
The dog thinks the stuff is fantastic and tries to eat the larger pieces, but as I have said it stinks of shit!
so to condense my statement, I seem to have wasted £15 making my flat and garden smell of shit!

Now that’s cunty!

love the garden

Nominated by Lord Benny.

Woke, soft little snowflake bastards in the workplace

 

are cunts.

I’d like to cunt “woke, soft little snowflake bastards in the workplace”
About 8 months ago our boss announced at work that the latest vacancy in our office had been filled.
She needed someone to train him up, so, being the caring, mentoring type that I am I duly obliged, for a boost on my hourly rate of course for the duration of the training.
All goes well, he gets signed off by a higher up and he’s in the thick of it with the rest of us (this is a busy railway ticket office btw).
The rest of us are all time served, with an average of 15 years in each at least. We’re straight talking and take the piss, quite a lot, the banter is ruinous but never personal.
This new lad though, he really can’t handle us. If he fucks up, which he has done on occasion, we laugh and barrack him for it, but, as far as we are concerned this is a learning experience in any job.
Last week (this is early August) he went running off to our line manager who instead of telling him to man up and give as good as he gets, backed his ‘dignity being compromised’ claim. He went off sick last week when we had a forthright chat, nothing untoward or personal, just a chinwag about whether his future lay elsewhere within the company. Now he’s got our backstabbing boss on side we have to watch our p’s and q’s. “A backbone will come with experience” she told me!!!!
He’s 21 and looks like the son of Worzel Gummidge by the way. Neckbeard, Virgin, lives in his bedroom with his PC playing Minecraft or whatever, the lot. Archetypal head down the bog at school type.
What the fuck has happened ??? How the fuck have we got to this ??? God help us if shitsticks like this have to defend this country at some point. Lads younger than this fought in two world wars for this country. Gentlemen of ISAC !!! We’re fucked, proper fucked.
No links. This is just a personal rant for me.
At the time of me writing this, the investigation is ongoing and I e been invited to an interview on the situation. The soft little cunt !!

Nominated by Sir Talbot Buxomley.

Sir Robert Maurice Jay

 

Or as his job title suggests – The Hon. Mr Justice Jay.
In an insult to all those who were killed on 7/7, this self important ass wished the terrorist Haroon Aswat, “All the best” on his release from prison.

I see the hearing took place on April 1st, and apart from this judge being an April fool, for some reason the judicial system is trying to make fools out of all of us.

Leaving aside the fact that this terrorist should have been executed, he’s so ugly that his visage should never be able to pollute the UK again.

When asked where he would be staying, the cunt announced he would be moving in with family in Batley. Says everything really.

Brush up on the lyrics to ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’, It’ll make everything alright when this cunt strikes again.

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Nominated by the Duke of Cuntshire.

The Motoring Enrichment of Staniforth Road

 

I can’t quite put my finger on the reasons for this road being known as one of both the most enriched yet accident prone foods on England..

Oh no,silly me..its all down to the local residents and their aversion to both taking driving lessons and driving like they are still in Karachi,and tripping over their bedsheets “clothing”.

Perhaps if normal law abiding British people lived there this wouldn’t be such a calamitous curry of a mess..

The cunts.

Tufty Club Oven.

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Nominated by Unkle Terry.