Ireland was partitioned in 1921 but there has never really been a hard border.

Irish citizens can come go under the ‘common travel area’ and this will continue, regardless of Brexit.

Irish citizens, my own family included, fought in the British army.

Switzerland has an EU border which is not exactly ‘hard’.

So what is the problem? Are we going to see billions of £s of black market trade? It seems to be mostly cattle and people crossing so this doesn’t seem likely. Besides which there are differential tax rates now anyway.

So what the fuck is the problem?

The IRA, sorry, Sinn Fein, are hinting at violence. Sounds like a threat to me, so no reason to be considered. The EU are using the border as some sort of line in the sand. Why?
Well, Ireland doesn’t like it. It will hit them I suppose but fuck them, it was our vote.
The EU have manufactured a crisis out of it, trading on May’s incompetence.

The Good Friday Agreement is dug out to bolster fears. But this agreement was signed by the murderers, Adams, MCGuiness et al because their day was done. So fuck them.

We either tell them to fuck off, the border is our business not theirs or offer to build a fucking wall. And while we are at it ban pikeys coming over here to wreck and fly tip which the Irish government has banned them from doing.

Fuck the Irish border.

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Police, politicians, social services and a whole freezer full orf snowflakes were warned that the following was likely to happen. Warnings were ignored. Then police, politicians ect ect were warned it was happening. Warnings were ignored. Then our friends above were warned it was escalating. Warnings were ignored.

Now after several years the scandal in one area has finally come to court and perpetrators convicted and sentenced. Heartfelt apologies from those with deaf ears sincerely delivered. No resignations though.

A breakthrough in society you might think, a determination to call a spade a spade? Some community leaders of the same ethnic background have observed that the perpertrators share their ethnicity and have been instantly condemned as “racist”. At least a promising start surely, light being shone in dark corners? Alas no, the abuse and degredation orf young girls by similar ethnic communities continues unabated across this once fair and gentle country. Warnings are ignored.

As an old India hand you might think me inured to most of the ills orf the world. I saw such sights as to kill all hope on Earth – endemic child abuse taking place beneath the cover of the surf amongst the floating turds orf the Bay orf Bengal, children for rent by the hour in the slums orf Calcutta, girls mutilated for the pleasure orf some fat Punjab in Lahore. Poor children kidnapped and put out to beg on the streets with deliberately deformed limbs prevented from healing to better monetise the injuries. The poor pray upon the destitute. Exploitation is normal.

As I read the following report on Sky News memories of the urchins smell and the fear in their eyes from India long ago hit me in the gut. Took most of a bottle orf me single malt to get me to sleep that night. This is going on now and it is beyond a cunt.

“Seven men found guilty of child sex abuse in Rotherham

Researcher Angie Heal previously described it as the “biggest child protection scandal in UK history”.

Nominated by Sir Limply Stoke

Men who grow their beards and shave the sides of their heads are cunts.
I don’t fully understand why, maybe it’s the Alf Garnett in me, but each time I see one I am gripped by a raging hurricane of detonating hatred.

If I may quote one of the esteemed cunters here: “my fist, your ear, cunt”.

It’s my understanding that young men in the pursuit of a good rutting are under the severely misguided impression that looking like this will attract women. So much so that they are paying hairdresser prices.

Barbers these days must be pissing themselves laughing every day at these mathematically challenged cum-garglers.

So I ask of you my fellow cunters, let us discuss and explore the deplorable character of the idiot with a beard and an undercut.

Nominated by cuntflap

Sadiq Khan’s dad and uncle?

That sign on the back that says “please let me out” is phrased as a request, not a statement of intent, cunt.

How dare you simply pull out regardless of the traffic around you. That behaviour is reserved for blonde women who are too short to see over the steering wheel.

I deliberately keep on going when these cunts try it. I don’t have to let them out, and I won’t lose my job if I have a crash. It’s MY right of way, and I couldn’t give a flying fuck if the unwashed dregs of society can’t get to the job centre on time.

Why fucking use the word “please” if you’re going to gestulate wildly when I refuse?

The rules of both the road and of grammar are with me cunts, so fuck yourselves.

Nominated by Cuntflap

I wish to cunt Buses and Bus Passengers.

Being an old cunt I have one of those plastic cards that allows you to travel by bus after 0930 hours weekdays and at any time weekends. (A sub-cunting here. Why is it that when I paid Income Tax and National Insurance in the United Kingdom all my working life I can’t avail myself of this largesse in Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland or on any mode of transport other than a bus in Londonistan? Did I ever make it a condition of my paying taxes that the revenue was to be spent only in England? Cunts).
I don’t use the card very often, preferring to travel in the comfort and privacy, the presence of the old cunt I’m married to excepted, of my private car. Before you hit the reply button and despatch a cunting for arrogance, the car is a 10 year old Skoda Fabia. Now I have your sympathy I’ll continue. Sometimes taking the bus is unavoidable because of the parking situation in my destination. (Another sub-cunting. Local Councils that spend thousands of pounds on painting yellow lines all over the fucking roads and charging for every last square centimetre of suitable parking space so they can fund the provision of housing and council tax rebates for Eurotrash and peacefuls).
First the bus. There is a timetable but it’s a work of fiction. Your time would be better spent reading Tolstoy’s War and Peace. You’ll have time to finish it in between buses. Board the bus and greet the driver only to receive a catatonic stare from the piece of Eurotrash or peaceful into whose hands you have entrusted your life. The interior of the bus looks like the inside of the rubbish bin that used to be attached to the bus stop until the local intelligentsia removed it and used it as a football and it smells like a urinal that hasn’t been flushed for days. This is because cunts, even older than me, or drunken young cunts have pissed all over the seats. Always check for damp patches before you sit. I have no idea what the surroundings along the bus route look like because you can’t see out the windows. You can look into them and get a reflection of your face from the years of black, grey and white grime splattered over them.
Notices exhort you to remain seated until the bus stops. If you do the bus will have set off again before you can get to the exit door and/or you will have been trampled to death by the millenials, totally oblivious to their surroundings, surging on board. If you try and reach the exit whilst the bus is moving you’ll end up in A&E with multiple fractures as the Eurotrash/peaceful moron driver confuses accelerator and brake yet again.
And now the bus passengers: 1) Shopping trolley woman – menopausal, smelling of stale piss and with head lice. Parks her fucking enormous four-wheeled trolley in the aisle so nobody can get round it. Feigns complete deafness when told to move the fucking thing. 2) Ashtray Man – looks like he’s slept in Tesco’s doorway for the last few months. Is unshaven and wearing clothing covered in food stains. Smells of stale piss and absolutely fucking reeks of nicotine. 3) Millenium Mummy – fat bitch boards the bus with a fucking huge pushchair decorated with multiple shopping bags which she parks in the space reserved for wheelchairs with that ‘entitled’ look that only Millenial bastards can effect. The spawn of Satan inside the pushchair starts screaming as soon as the bus moves and keeps it up for the entire journey. Mummy doesn’t notice the distress of her spawn or other passengers because she’s shovelling crisps into her fat gob whilst watching a Youtube video on her iphone. 4) Telephone Man/Woman – invariably well dressed and manicured with a wrinkled- nose disgusted facial expression; he suit and tie with stupid fucking ‘Turkish’ haircut; she high heels, suit skirt and top and real leather handbag. What the fuck are they doing on a bus? Answer – they’ve confused it with a telephone box. They stand in the aisle, never sit, and proceed to issue orders and instructions to their underlings on their mobile phones at full volume. What utter cunts. Good job I don’t have my service revolver anymore. I’d buy a bike so I wouldn’t have to go near a bus but it’s too painful sitting on a saddle when they are prolapsed.

Nominated by Fimbriations

People who don’t have manners are cunts. Total, utter cunts.

Please, thank you, holding the door for others, letting people pass. It’s a little social grease that helps people along and, by and large, stops them losing their shit and going on a spree of physical violence.

It costs nothing you cunts so why not do it?

Think I’m having a bad day.

Nominated by Cuntflap