Cheif Superintendent Dal Babu

Dal Babu needs a good, thorough cunting. The former senior police wanker is all over the press just now defending IS bride Harvey Pric- I mean Shamima Begum. Well, the cunt has plenty of time on his hands for such frivolity, having quit the police force. This Ross-from-Friends twat picked up his football and stormed off home in a huff because he didn’t get a promotion. The deluded cunt thinks he should be handed promotion on a gold platter because he is “diverse”. Not enough diversity in the top brass, you see? So, it’s discrimination if someone doesn’t get a job because of their ethnicity? A hate crime? A violation of human rights? But it’s ok to GIVE someone a job because of their racial profile? Fuck me! Maybe you just weren’t good enough, you prick. I thought the police were there to protect people and to deal with criminality, instead of banging the drum for effniks. BAME-y cunts are not interested in joining the police anyway, they’re more interested in architecture. I digress – Dal Baboon only seems to rear his greasy head to bleat about poor wee peaceful victims like Bagel. Islam first. Always. The cunt.

Nominated by Shite & Onions

I know Nasty Nick Boles would love a good analling but what he really needs is a damned good cunting. It’s a big surprise that he hasn’t been cunted yet.

This remoaning, EU-loving soy boy is determined to stop Brexit despite a clear majority of the country and 61% of his constituency voting to Leave. His Norway-style, Common Market 2.0 version of Brexit is a total pile of shit that would force the UK to stay in the Customs Union and Single Market, contrary to the Conservatives’ manifesto for the 2017 General Election.

This cunt, with the facial features of a rancid rat, has a PPE from Oxford, that degree taken by wet, left-wing bastards who wish to spend their lives freeloading off the taxpayer and forcing liberal-left policies, which we never voted for, down our throats. And on the subject of freeloading, this eunuch used Parliamentary expenses to claim the cost of Hebrew lessons so that he can speak to his Israeli boyfriend when he doesn’t have a gob full of cock.

Nick ‘no’ Boles is a Blairite social democrat who doesn’t belong in the Conservative Party. The only party he should be in is one of Michael Barrymore’s pool parties.

Nick Boles – fucking CUNT.

Nominated by Hard Brexit Cunt

Urgent mega- cunting for Shiraz Maher, academic at King’s College London. The revoking of Begum’s British citizenship was racist according to this scruffy bearded cunt who once belonged to Hizb ut-Tahrir, an extremist Islamist organisation banned in many countries including Egypt and Saudi Arabia but not dear old UK. Islamic “communities” across the UK agree with him. Born in Birmingham of Pakistani parents. If he has Pakistani citizenship revoke his British citizenship and send him off to Pakistan, that Islamic paradise on earth which was so idyllic his mom and dad fucked off out of it. I’m sick to death of these fucking hypocritical peace loving cunts.

Nominated by Fimbriations

‘Saint’ Theresa May is a treacherous cunt

So, Saint Theresa has ridden in, on her white steed and declared she has saved the day for all…

“I have negotiated written legal guarantees on the backstop. I have secured the assurances that parliament requested, so they can now approve this even better brexit deal”

No Prime Minister has ever been more deluded, or convinced of their own hype, since Neville Chamberlain scurried back from Hitler’s chancellary, anouncing “I have in my hand, a piece of paper!”

May’s ‘assurances’, scrawled on 3 sheets of Junkers bog paper, have about as much creedance as the worthless piece of paper Hitler signed for Chamberlain, to get him to fuck off.

In May’s own words (which will be her epitaph) “nothing has changed”. Not one word, not one line of the brexit deal from December has been altered. These worthless platitudes, which will be now be approved by the Attorney General as ‘legally binding’ (with a little grease – lifetime peerages, promises of ‘Baron Hardup of the Sussex Downs, etc). She has done exactly what she planned all along – run the clock down till the last possible minute.

She will trot her deal out, and the Tory whips will start reminding MPs they have photo’s of their kiddy figgling, ecidence of expenses fiddling & worse, and she’ll probably get her shitty deal through. That, or they’ll revolt, we’ll end up with another bloody referendum and we won’t leave at all.

Let no-one delude themselves though, that we can cancel brexit, and just go back the way things were. The EU will want to be shown to punish us even further, for daring to have the impunity to vote to leave in the first place. All 27 other member countries will make it their mission to vote down anything we ever suggest; they will pass more EU laws to f*ck us over, bigtime.

May is the biggest Traitor this country has since, since the likes of Oswald Mosely. No branch would be too high to hang this lying bitch from.

What a historically treacherous Cunt !

Nominated by Lord of the Rings

Budget Travel

In my younger days I travelled a lot and as I had no money I stayed in some shitholes, ranging from a fire trap in Athens at the top of a building that looked as if it was about to collapse, to a shack on the banks of the Limpopo where I was scared to go outside as a herd of marauding elephants was trumpeting and crashing through the vegetation.

So when I finally made it I loved to stay in decent hotels with spacious rooms, fancy restaurants and flunkies holding the door open and wishing me “good morning”. For several glorious years my employer even picked up the bill and I flew first class. I particularly recall a place in Washington where my room was adorned with oriental statues and paintings. The bath was the size of a swimming pool and any wish was a mere phone call away. “Room service. Yes sir, a bottle of Dom Perignon and a hooker right away.”

Now I am a “budget” traveller reduced to sleeping in shabby Airbnb places, loathsome “backpacker” lodges or matchbox-sized Accor places where two people literally cannot move around at the same time.

Nominated by Mr Polly