Xmas Lightshows

Xmas – advisedly. The notion that this time of year might be in any way associated with religion, morality or even good taste, has long been lost in favour of any excuse to buy as much Chinese electrical tat as your overdraft will stand. Christ – mass, it isn’t. Christ on a bike, it is.

Cunt opposite has festooned his bungalow, and next door’s (though maybe he bought that to provide a bigger support for his cuntribution to light pollution)) with fucking intertwined ropes of multicoloured light-emitting diodes, and added grim insult to foul injury by placing an illuminated plastic smileyface santa thing front and centre. This will be up for the next month, if last year’s only slightly less migraine inducing effort is any indication. The cunt will leave it up because it’s so nice – thousands of little points of semiconductor engineering being the pinnacle of nice. Said cunt doesn’t even have brats as an excuse.

I am aware that far worse examples of mindless seasonal despoilation of the nightscape exist, and here’s your opportunity to cunt them as they deserve. If the cunts want the Blackpool Illuminations they should fuck off to Blackpool. Cunts. May they entangle themselves in the wiring and fry.

Nominated by Komodo

Just for the sake of balance I would like to cunt complaining about Christmas. Yes, there are certainly things I don’t like about it – the commercialism, the fact it starts earlier every year, the fact it’s been infiltrated by the diversity fascists, and I understand that it’s a very difficult time of year for some people because of mental health problems or family circumstances or tragedy – those people are very much excluded from this cunting – but that stuff aside I enjoy the food and drink, spending time with my family (something I don’t get to do as much now with a demanding part time job and a degree to study for), the look on my brother’s face when the day comes around and he opens his presents (as I’ve mentioned before he’s severely autistic so still has the mental capacities of a toddler), the giving, and receiving gifts which I know my family have thought long and hard about and have got me because it’s something I’ve asked for, something I need, or something I haven’t considered which they know me well enough to know I’ll like. Yes the commercialism and all that is a ballache but it always has been there to an extent, it always will be and if you ignore that and do a DIY Christmas then it’s perfectly possible to enjoy this time of year. Quite frankly, I can’t help but think that shitting on Christmas has in of itself become a bit of a trend and that’s just as irritating as the tendency for some people to go overboard with their love of the season. So lighten up you miserable grinches and enjoy it for what it is. I don’t imagine this one will be popular but if I wanted to be popular I wouldn’t say 95% of the shit I say. ?

Nominated by OpinionatedCunt

Have a nice day.

What’s wrong with a good old cheery “Ta-ta” or “Bye” or “See yer next time”?
Why are we faced with this cuntish Americanism everywhere we go?
This teeth grindingly annoying phrase was idly thrown at me by some mouth breathing, hard of thinking low brow as I left a supermarket the other day. It was after 9pm. I rest my fucking case.
Oh, and while I’m on, what about……..”reach out.”?

Nominated by Pipesmoka

I’m going to nominate Christmas for a cunting.

Not Christmas as we remember it, the one where your present was a carefully selected item you really wanted and behaved to deserve.

Not the Christmas where we waited until December to make the decorations at school and prepare for the nativity play.

The Christmas I want to cunt is this millennial multicultural greedy overpriced faux-sentimental load of fucking crap that we have to put up with these days. I fucking hate it and I’m sure everyone who enjoys this site will have plenty to say about why we say “for Christ’s sake” plenty at this time of year but for the wrong reasons.

Nominated by Ethelred Bedhead