Stephen Fry [6]

** Suggested Emergency Cunting

Stephen Fry
It had to happen, I suppose. Self-aggrandising bellend in his own lifetime Fry has become the latest Metrocentric luvvy to throw his unsought twopenn’orth in on the Brexit issue.
In a video entitled ‘Brexit; Facts v Fear’, the posturing ninny claims that the Leave campaign was based on ‘deception, racism and baseless fear’. Grand ego that he is, Fry chooses to educate 17.4m. lesser mortals on the error of our ways because we desire to break free from the choking grasp of a centralised, bureaucratic, antidemocratic monstrosity. We’re stupid of course, not to mention being bigots and xenophobes, and we’ve been fooled by Brexit ‘myths’. Predictably he ends by calling for a ‘people’s vote’, because naturally the first people’s vote didn’t produce the result that he in his wisdom thinks it should have.
Regulars on here may recall my cunting of ‘opinionated luvvies’ a while ago, when I took to task the likes of Benecunt Cumbercunt and Patshit Stewarse for hectoring the rest of us with their unsought views on everything under the fucking sun. Supercunt Fry needs to be added to the list immediately. What is it with these people? They obtain a measure of celebrity by being on the telly, writing a novel or making a record, and presume that this entitles them to bore the shit out of everybody with their self-assumption of ‘expertise’ on Brexit, climate change, Trump, world poverty or whatever.
Well here’s MY message to YOU Mr Fry, conveyed courtesy of this estimable site.Your video is nothing more than the kind of loaded, hypocritical propaganda puff piece that you purport to condemn. Your ‘facts’ are really just opinions, and what you term ‘fears’ are just opinions of others that you don’t happen to agree with. I’m as unimpressed by YOUR scare stories as I am by your preening pseudo intellectualism. To me, you’re just another vain luvvy who knows that he’s right and millions of others are wrong. Just fuck off; take your video and insert it where the sun don’t shine, assuming that you can find room for it there.

Nominated by Ron Knee

Professor Brian Cox (4)

I want to nominate Professor Brian Cox for being in the same room as James O’ Brien yesterday and not taking the opportunity to smash his smug remoaning face to a bloody pulp. Un-fucking-forgivable.

At the time of broadcast I was not aware these bellends had a history of wallowing in each other’s rectal discharge – in fact I hadn’t even heard of this particular Cox before he popped up on O’Cunt’s radio show, so I naively gave Cox the benefit of the doubt, thinking he must have been suckered into endorsing Lord Haw Haw’s especially evil strain of Project Fear…
(Following the clip above they went on to tongue each other’s ringpieces relentlessly for a further half an hour or so.)

I have since conducted some serious research and discovered Professor Cox to be:

“one of the most irritating presenters on television, a giant arse-chicken, wobbly-brained, minge-piece cunt, a theoretical physicist (charlatan) involved with CERN (centre for Euro research or some such bollocks, fucking Google it if you care).”

He also happens to be a mong and one hell of a CUNT.

Nominated by Ruff Tuff Creampuff

Outraged

Cunts who are “outraged “. What the fuck ? You cannot read a paper or listen to the news without some cunt saying that they are “outraged ” by some imagined slight which has hurt their feelings.

“Pissed off ” I can accept but “outraged”? Fuck off you snowflake twats. I am “outraged “by it all.

Nominated by Grumpy Old Cunt

The United Nations

I would like to nominate the UN for it’s insidious plan to take the control of mass migration away from sovereign states and put them firmly into it’s own Soros fuelled hands.

Moreover it aims to make dissent against this open door policy from every 3rd world shithole into the West illegal under the guise of human rights.

This video explains it far better than I ever could.

It’s a disgrace with only strong leaders like Trump and Orban publicly stating that they will NOT sign up to it, while weaklings like cuckold Trudeau show immediate support to transform their nations into 3rd world shitholes safe in the knowledge that their lives will be unaffected and that the “imports” guarantee them power in a “hand outs for votes” stitch-up.

What will Mavis do?

Will this globalist madness ever end!

Cunts!

Nominated by Rebel without a Cunt!

Spice Girls reunion

The Shite Girls

In the words of Maggie Thatcher, ‘rejoice, rejoice!’. Yes, after an absence of some twenty years, The Spice Girls are reforming and going on tour in the UK.

Naturally the announcement has been accompanied by a massive publicity blitz and media circus, during which the pop poppets have been making weighty pronouncements of their new artistic philosophy to a panting world. Emma Bunton says that ‘girl power’ is now out; ‘it’s now people power, we’re about equality and bringing people together’. An’ stuff. Oh, and about MAKING LOADSA MONEY. It’s expected that Spice Communiques will be issued on a regular basis, offering the girls’ views on subjects such as climate change, the environment and world poverty, but perhaps not about how they’re MAKING LOADSA MONEY.

This wonderful news has been tinged with sadness and tragedy. ‘Thicky’ Adams, the artiste formerly known as ‘Posh’, will not be taking part in the reunion, it being universally acknowledged that her enormous vocal ability will be greatly missed. Posh has confirmed that she’ll be concentrating her talents on her ‘nerve-wracking and all-consuming’ fashion career, pursuing her devotion to ’empowering women through fashion’. Oh, and to MAKING LOADSA MONEY.

Any chance that you could do us a favour and considerably extend the tour girls? Take your cynical, vacuous, shallow selves, and the manufactured plastic pap you’ve got the nerve to call music, and fuck off to desirable destinations such as the Yemen, Syria, North Korea and Afghanistan. With any luck, you’ll be taken hostage for a very, very long time. Now THAT’S what I want, what I really, really want…

Nominated by Ron Knee