‘HE WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS’ NHS DOCTOR

You think you have seen and heard a lot of things over the years, but this cunt takes the cheap, cardboard tasting NHS biscuit.

I would like to nominate this anonymous NHS doctor for a cunting as he claims that Brexit ‘ruined his marriage’. Yes, REALLY.

‘READ ALL ABAAAT IT! ‘ here: https://www.standard.co.uk/news/politics/my-marriage-is-over-because-i-voted-for-brexit-a4012066.html

Apparently his German (who are mostly cunts anyway) doctor wife felt so devastatingly ‘betrayed’ by his leave vote (she voted remain, quelle surprise) that the marriage irrevocably ‘broke down’, the schweinhund dumped his arse and then fucked off quicker than a german sausage into Merkel’s piehole.

For the sake of fuck, what more is Brexit responsible for? Global hunger? The Polar Ice Caps melting? Getting Markle up the duff?

No dear, your wife doubtless left you because as an NHS Gynaecologist you probably spent far too many hours at work servicing a lot more fannies than her own, and that is never a good recipe for a successful marriage. I’m no Columbo, but that is my supposition.

Newsflash Dr. Snatch: Own your own marital shit!

Pathetic, blaming cunt.

Nominated by Nurse Cunty

John McDonnell:

A nice 1970s unionised cunting please for that four eyed raddled old would-be Chancellor of the Exchequer, who wants unions to have even more power:

https://www.standard.co.uk/news/politics/john-mcdonnell-says-labour-would-let-uk-workers-go-on-sympathy-strikes-when-overseas-counterparts-a4012136.html

What a fuckwit. Probably cost him the next election though so every cloud has a silver lining.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Plastic Charity Bags are CUNTS

They are to my, and I am sure many others, annoyance an unwelcome infestation on my doormat
Now I cannot really say the bags themselves are cunts, it is the fucking idiots who run the charities, it is conceivable that once or twice a year I may have some clothing to donate.
Do these cunts seriously think that anyone will have clothing to donate every fucking week, I am averaging 1 to 2 bags every week flying in though my letterbox.

I don’t get it, the fucking nanny state have Imposed charging to take your shopping out of the supermarket to reduce the amount of plastic in the environment but allow these cunts to flood the world with charity bags of which maybe only the odd 0.1% will ever fulfil their intended use.

If charities had to pay 5p for each bag the push through letterboxes they may decide that once a year will be more realistic
Cunts!

Nominated by sick of it

David Lammy is still a bit of a cunt, isn’t he?

➖ Has he made another humiliating clanger like his famous Mastermind gaffe? No.
➖ Has he been wittering on about fabricated close, personal friends whom he knew in the Grenfell roast? No.
➖ Well, has he been insisting we have another referendum because he didn’t like the outcome? Not especially.
➖ All police are fascists? No.
➖ Brexiteers are ignorant? Nope.
➖ A million Indians died in the first World War? Still no.
➖ Improved river access for homo squirrels? No.
➖ The Beatles, Shakespeare, Charlie Dickens, Boadicea, Jane Austen, and Henry V were all black? No, not yet yet.

Then why oh why is he being nominated? ➖ Because David Lammy is a cunt.

Let’s face it, with the queue for nominations being as lengthy as it is, this joker with his rice-pudding intellect and child-like view on life will have said or done something mind-numbingly fatuous by the New Year, the daft cunt.

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous

Something that gets me looking for a baseball bat is loud cunts on their phones on public transport. Usually a curry muncher or Peter Polskis wife. Fucking ranting without taking a breath. I start to shake with rage as all the remouners and PC cunts would have me strung up for being a raculist if I exercised my right of telling them to shut the fuck up. Fucking any buses going through lewishamstan are the worst. They are due a cunting in my book.

Nominated by Cuntancurous

Remember clearly some years ago a young man on our train from London Liverpool Street to Norwich playing loudly each of his quirky ringtones on his mobile phone.

After about 30 tunes, the passenger next to me stood up and kindly asked him to stop. He ignored him, and continued, still at full volume. The people in the carriage waited to see what would develop.

Within a couple of minutes another passenger (a large man) got up from his seat and walked over to the guy with the phone. Standing next to him very politely but with anger told the man with the mobile phone to turn it off or he would take it away from him.

I rather suspect he was deadly serious. So did the young man with the phone who promptly turned the phone off.

In Japan it is considered a violation of good etiquette to answer a cell phone in certain public places. On trains it is rude to answer or talk on mobile phones, with many people keep their phone in ‘manner mode’ (silent mode) in order to not bother others and to avoid embarrassment on trains.

Nominated by Willie Stroker

Used to commute to London back in the old days. Phones weren’t to numerous then, but one cunt used to get on every morning and spout his instructions to his PA and staff all the way to work. (We all sat in the same seats every day in those days!)

The old boy opposite him had enough one morning. He carefully folded his copy of the Times, got up and opened the window. He grabbed the phone from the cunt’s hand and threw it out the window, closed it, sat down again, unfolded his paper and went back to his crossword.

Not a fucking word was said. The cunt just sat there with his mouth open.

Sadly, these days he’d probably have been knifed…

Nominated by Dioclese