Stephen Lawrence Day [2]

An emergency cunting for the crock of shite thought up by Treesa the Appeaser, Stephen Lawrence Day. Apparently it’s today…

Now don’t get me wrong. I have every sympathy for any young man murdered by a gang of thugs – regardless of their skin colour – and for the families that have to endure that loss, but certain things spring to mind :

(1) If I get my kid murdered by a bunch of thugs, does that mean that I get a peerage and get to sit in the House of Lords? No? Thought not.

(2) In the same circumstances would I get a memorial day for my dead son? No? Thought not.

(3) Would the reaction be the same if it was a white kid murdered by a gang of black thugs? Well, form your own opinions.

So other than the above, exactly what did Doreen Lawrence ever do so earn the same rank and privileges as Margaret Thatcher. Answer : fuck all, that’s what.

This really boils my piss…

Nominated by Dioclese

Jay and Dom’s Home Fix


A BBC Golden Radish nomination please for the most blatant example of daytime TV penny-pinching since the almost-daily cheap “News Reports”.

Dom is Chinea and Jay, of course is the now you see him, now you see him again dark key wide boy, the black Del Trotter, Blades and each weekday afternoon between 1545-1630 they do this:

It involves one of the cheap makovers or “repurposing” items with wood and bright coloured paint interspersed with “gems” from the archives – even today (February 17th) an excerpt from a 2003 episode of “Flog It”, which, though it ceased recording three or four years ago goes out nearly afternoon intact on BBC2. Oh, and Alan Tichmarsh from 2002. The newest item appeared to be a 2016 Money For Nothing.

Jay wears his intellectual black specs (no doubt acquired during his days as a “philosophy stoodent”) and Dom has a black shirt and an artisan beard and looks a bit like the late Michael Flanders.

There is cheao and there is shop-soiled with staiined packaging and a leaking tube, Jay and Dom belong in the 75% off bargain bucket in Poundland.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Patronising Covid Adverts

Patronising Covid adverts.

These things have appeared in the last few weeks on the radio and idiot box, (twice in 20 minutes on my commute this morning). Asking “Could you look a bus driver in the eye and tell him your journey is essential” “Could you tell an ICU nurse you’re doing all you can”

FUCK OFF! I know the guidelines, I’ve been following them for a bastarding year you cunts

Meanwhile numerous MPs, along with elite athletes in privileged positions have flouted the rules. Illegal gimmegrants have piled in and the fucking borders (air and sea) have remained open, when they should have closed from the get go.

Nominated by McCunterson

(If I hear that bloody advert one more time I think I might throw my radio out of the window – DA.)

Vaccine ‘racism’ and Other Assorted Crap

A cunting for the low uptake of the vaccine in BAME people.

First we were told that COVID was disproportionately lethal to Black and Asian people.

Some grievance merchants said it was due to structural racism in the NHS.

Turns out it is down to the ability of dark skin to make vitamin D at North European latitudes.

With this in mind you’d think black and Asian people would be gagging to get a vaccine, but according to GP’s surgeries across the UK, uptake in the ‘communities’ is very low.

Turns out they think the vaccine is made with all sorts of animal bits that are haram or have microchips in them.

I don’t want to hear self-pitying crap about ‘structural racism’ in ten months time when the South African and Brazilian variants have ripped through Bradford and Brixton.

You were told.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime.