
I would like to nominate The Homeless for a cunting.
Now this is the season of “Good Will to All Men” (is that sexist? tough), so is the Rebel such an unkind and unfeeling cunt…well, I never used to be….
Last week in Lutonistab I rock up to my usual “unofficial” parking space at the digs and am immediately accosted by a couple of the “spare sam change forra cuppa gav’nor” types asking forra “spare” tab.
I explained I only smoked rollies (with no funny business in there either) – even better they say.
Well it was the first properly frosty night of the year and so I rolled them a couple each (cos they were shivering) and gave them a wee baggy of baccy in a money bag with a packet of papers and some tips.
After we had a smoke together and I was about to leave them they asked if I could spare some change. Well I had no change, I had a tenner, that’s it.
Fuck it I thought, even if they drink it, drug it, or actually go to the hostel – as they said – I couldn’t handle being out in -2 either! So I gave them the tenner.
My kindness was repaid by me finding my car the following morning with no driver’s side window and – the irony – fuck all taken, because there was fuck all to take, because I’m not a fucking idiot!
Lo and behold the digs CCTV shows one of my new found “friends” bricking my window, whilst t’other was the lookout.
O’course Beds police were all over it. After being redirected from 101, to Beds police telephone, to the automated operator telling me I can now register my crime online, or wait to speak to a moron…o’course this was at the unsociable hour of 8.15am…
“Hello this is Bedfordshire Police. No one can take your call right now but if you leave your name, number or gargle with a blood-filled final death rattle, we will get back to you. Your call is important to us.”
So I leave my message, but the infuriating thing is that my mass produced Japanese car had no fucking side glass in the entire southeast of England even though I’ve seen dozens of “grooming rape-gang” types driving them as taxis – yeah really fucking exotic!
That necessitated an extra night in hell and £75 of my hard-earned going to Autoglass.
That’s not what really rankles. What really rankles is the fact I was accosted by another cunt stood outside Lutonistab McD’s yesterday asking for my spare change to which I replied: “No, sorry.”
To be lectured: “Oh, wey’ul vat’s noice mayte. Oy mean, it’s ownly fackin’ Christmas ain’t it!”
I walked straight over to the cunt and gave the cunt the full SP (including showing the cunt the images Bedfordshire police were disinterested in) and said: “So right MATE! WHAT THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO IN MY SITUATION!?!”
“Wey’ul, that wan’t me was it!”
So I offered to buy the cunt a McD’s to which – honestly – the cunt replied: “Oy dun loike ’em!”
Well tough to be you, you cunt! I also told the cunt to pass it around in his circles that treating kindness like a cunt will be repaid tenfold!
This on the same day that it’s announced that 300 or 600 homeless died last year. Well, with the exception of former squaddies badly let down by our immo-loving govt, TOUGH!
As Dick would say, fuck ’em!
Bah Humbug,
Rebel Ebenezer Cunt!
P.S. Bedfordshire police did call back the following day to give me an incident number and to ask if I needed “Victim Support Counseling”, I shit you not! Good job I decided not to deride the cunts on twitter otherwise – as a tax-paying, hated, middle-aged, white man, I’d be in chalky now!
Nominated by Rebel Without A Cunt