Kate Hudson the latest to nail her colours to the genderless narrative deserves a cunting.
Quoted as stating this about her newborn baby with boyfriend Danny Fujikawa, that she doesn’t Know which gender her newborn daughter will identify as, so she and her boyfriend are taking a ‘genderless’ approach to raising her.
She’s a girl you cunt, she’ll know she’s a girl, like practically every other little girl in the world. She’ll only get confused about her gender when you weird cunts start messing with her mind and introducing this third fictitious sex. Fuck me this baby should have every privilege in the world being born to you, yet you decide to leap on the gender express and ruin any chance she has of a normal stable life you total cunt.
A sub cunting to the boyfriend who chose to blow his beans up this fuckers chuff and not having the balls to tell her she’s a fucked up, media craving sorry excuse for a mother.
Incidentally Hudson now has 3 kids by 3 different fathers and no doubt we’ll see all of them in some sort of therapy before they hit adulthood. God help any other kids this cunt manages to produce.

Nominated by Bellendiousmaximus

The Public Prosecution Service

These cunts are still pursuing ex soldiers regarding ‘Bloody Sunday’ which happened in 1972.

The Paras overreacted, yes, but this was a hostile, dangerous environment. None of it was premeditated like the IRA murders. I wonder if any of the cunts in the Public Prosecution Service could have held their nerve.

We pay known murderers such as Adams and McGuinness (deceased, rot in peace) to serve as representatives in NI. The IRA crimes seem to be forgotten. But these self serving, desk-bound, paper shufflers are still going after pensioner British soldiers.

Despicable cunts.

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Trimmed bushes

Whenever you trim your bush, you tidy your mess up after you have finished cutting your hedge .
But there are a certain bunch of cunts out there called farmers who are a law to themselves.
Bent Dennis and I live in the country side . We have a lovely garden, which we look after.
We have bushes,hedges, plants, etc. And all the cuttings are tidied up and put on the compost heap. The spillage of hedge cuttings that fall on the pavement are also cleared up .
What gets on our tits is Farmer Giles cutting his hedges and leaving all his shit all over the road, causing a puncture hazard, which has happened to me on one occasion. What thoughtless cunts they all are. If Joe Bloggs had made this mess outside of his own house, he’d be reported to the council and told to clean it up or be fined. But Mr Farmer cuntface gets away with it all the time.
The slurry they leave on the roads when the smelly bastards are muck spreading in their fields is another story.

Nominated by Mince Pie Guy

What a über cunt this nasally borderline Salfordian is.

On GMTV the other today (15/02/19) he was pitched with Tim Martin the ‘Brexit Suppprting’ founder of Witherspoon’s.

My first thought was ‘how in the name of Hong Kong Fucking Fui
have we reached a point where some shite fucking has been cretin who’s major claim to fame was presenting The Turd is debating a self made multi-millionaire businessman whos built a chain of 900 pubs, employs 37000 staff with net revenue of £1.6bn?’

Turns out Christian, who’s achieved ermmmm, none of the above,tweeted some shite about if you were on a plane and 52% of the passengers voted to turn the engines off and the rest didn’t, who should be first to receive the parachutes, fucking bla bla blllllllaaaaa.

Apparently in Terry Fuckwits brain this is a legitimate comparison.

Apparently he knows this to be because he has a friend who employs people and he said it’s disasterous.

Apparently his savings have reduced in value by 18% since the Brexit vote.

As is ever the case with these fucking lefty morons who’ve only ever employed Bratislav to do the gardening he wouldn’t let Tim Martin get a word in (the interview was done over a live link with Terry Fuckwit in the studio).

It’s not all bad though, just as the Mancunian fucking gobshite paused for breath back came Tim loud and clear.

‘Terry is to economics what Tiger Woods is to monogamy’.

Interesting though, isn’t it, that Terry Fuckwit, champagne socialist that he is, seems to suggest it’s ok to discriminate on the grounds of the way you voted and ties that in with a schoolboy analogy about crashing a plane.

What an insufferable piece of shit.

Nominated by CuntyMcCuntface

Terry fucking Christian.

Haven’t seen this pan-faced, smug, talentless cumstain receive a well overdue nomination, so I believe it’s time.

Mercifully we don’t see much of the cunt these days, but tis a small consolation knowing that this fuckhead still walks and breathes under the same sky as us all; you can’t uninvent something, not even Terry cunting Christian.

I doubt I need to write more as the mere mention of this wank rag should make your blood fucking curdle.

Nominated by Little Lord Cuntleroy

Shite Transplantation

Most orf the cunts orn here are full orf shite so start squeezing for Blighty!

Our guts house millions of bugs that live inside us as a community. This diverse microbiome is unique to each us – no two are exactly the same. Although shite transplantation is still a relatively new field of medicine, evidence from the studies that have been done hint that only some donors make the best shite for the job (could that be you?). Dr Justin O’Sullivan (Shite Hound Auckland Uni) says some super-donors achieve clinical remission rates of perhaps double the remaining average.
“Our hope is that if we can discover how this happens, then we can improve the success of shite transplantation and even trial it for new microbiome-associated conditions like Alzheimer’s, multiple sclerosis and asthma.”

Dr Jon Landy is a consultant gastroenterologist for West Hertfordshire Hospitals NHS Trust and helps to co-ordinate their shite transplant unit. He agrees with the idea of a super-donor, but says finding one could be tricky.
“We do not understand yet what makes a super-donor, or why. We always make sure our donors are healthy and not carrying any disease, but we don’t test all of their microbiome to see what that is like. These are the sorts of investigations that might need to be done.”

Dr O’Sullivan says a larger number of species in the donor’s shite has been shown to be one of the most significant factors influencing shite transplantation outcome. And patients who respond well to the transplants develop a more diverse microbiome too.
“Some cases of recurrent diarrheal infection have even been cured with transplants of filtered shite, that has had all the live bacteria filtered out but still contains DNA, viruses and other debris. These viruses could affect the survival and metabolic function of transplanted bacteria and other microbes,” says Dr O’Sullivan.

Dr Julie McDonald, a microbiome expert at Imperial College London, has been studying how to boost the success rate of shite transplants. Currently most donations are used to treat a dangerous bowel condition caused by an infection called clostridium difficile. This infection can take hold when a patient’s own “good” bowel bugs have been wiped out by antibiotics. For the most vulnerable, it can be deadly. She found patients suffering from clostridium difficile infections had virtually undetectable levels of a short-chain fatty acid valerate produced by healthy gut microbial metabolism.The levels could only be restored with a successful shite transplant (or an Indian take-away).
“In our lab we are trying to figure out exactly how the transplants work and we are looking at whether we even move away from giving shite itself. Instead of giving the patient an injection of shite they would be given a treatment based on the shite, which they might find less off-putting. This might help get round the whole poo taboo that’s associated with donating.”

That would seem to make dosser shite pretty valuable. Entrepreneurial opportunity exists to flog it wholesale to the NHS at a massive markup. Blighty Shite. The best in the world.
Factuals courtesy the BBC.

Nominated by Sir Limply Stoke