On the day following the death of the great Aretha Franklin, we are consoled by the major news outlets that another female ‘legend’ of music is alive and well, celebrating her 60th birthday.
That would be Madonna, the greatest one-trick pony of them all.
An individual of minimal talent, this cunt has carved out a nice little earner by being ‘provocative’ and being a perfect template for the modern hopefuls by selling her music almost exclusively through the medium of sex for the last four decades.
Her various re-inventions have simply been periodic swings to and from being a slutty exhibitionist when record sales start to dip or rise accordingly. Lauded as a ‘feminine icon’, I think it is fair to say that the dumb cunt has neither the cunning nor the wherewithal to comprehend representing anyone except herself.
Many people, myself included, have been screaming at old Madge to ‘put them away for the lads’ since the 90s. Continuing her various cunt stunts which are so predictable now, like snogging someone a quart of her age in some grizzly stage show, just show what little this cunt has to fall back on. Even in her 80s heyday that really is all she had to offer. But now, as a fucking pensioner, it is beyond nightmarish and it is almost as if those who know her are too afraid to tell her what a foul cunt she now resembles, all semi-naked hanging flesh with the odd fading navvy tattoo.
The greatest displays of Madge’s cuntitide however have been exhibited away from the mic. The whole black ‘n’ white minstrel adoption saga was a tour-de-force in vapid celebrity parenting; more recently she made a declaration to ‘blow up the whitehouse’ at an anti-Trump event, rapidly backtracking that it was taken out of context once it was pointed out she was on the cusp of comitting a criminal offence with such a declaration. And then we have her various public cuntshows involving her subhuman-looking oldest son and Guy ‘just as talentless Mockney cunt’ Ritchie.
I hate this cunt vehemently and the only indiscretion I’ll ‘fess up to was having a bit of a Tommy Tank over her role in Body of Evidence (1993) one dimly-lit evening during puberty. It was a low ebb, and I was going through a dark time. Otherwise, this repulsive fucking cunt has served to keep me abstinent from sins of the knuckle-shuffle variety throughout adulthood.
Madonna – Mother Cunt.
Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back



