I’d like to Cunt wankers who attend the racing when they know Fuck-All about the sport.

I’ve noticed over the last few years that a certain type has started going to the races. Hen parties are the worst,a gaggle pf overweight,overlubricated tug-boats screaming and giggling in short dresses and high heels as they waddle between the bar and the burger van. I once saw them stand,like a herd of bison,as the “blushing bride” squatted in the middle of the huddle,pissing on the grass.

Stag-dos are nearly as bad, they tend to be a bunch of middle-management types (truly appalling folk) who shout about how their mate who is invariably a trainer,has given them the winner. Invariably,he hasn’t. They then seem to think that shouting abuse at the jockeys as they come in is amusing. It fucking well isn’t,you Cunts.

Then we get to fucking children,I once made the mistake of going on what was called “A family day”…it was dreadful,brats running about even in the dearest stand where I always go. I did consider giving one of the bastards a push under the rails as the horses came thundering past in an attempt to reenact the famous Suffragette moment,but the risk to the horses and jockeys was too great.

I’m sure that other sports must be suffering the same malaise,I know that rugby is,but apart from rugby and racing,I don’t really care. Other sports can get fucked.

Nominated by Dick Fiddler

Commercial psy ops are due a cunting, lets call them what they are,

Psychological warfare and the act of deception has been around for centuries Sun Tzu wrote of such actions in the art of war.
Fast forward a couple of centuries and we have a newer generation of play station warriors trying the same tricks but very badly.

We have a constant stream of what is declared to be “Fake news”. The Government set up the “Nudge committee” then embarked upon “Project Fear” all of which were rather poorly orchestrated and only taken up by the blind unthinking and those that would benefit from their propagation.

Through the use of political correctness as a constraint against questioning the direction of the push various organisations have managed to push through some quite bizarre laws and changes in the social fabric of dare I say it the world.

Well that’s me cunted out, a bit of food for thought to help you through the insanity of the day and the right wrongs.

Nominated by common sense

It would be petty, nay puerile, unfair and childishly cruel of me to cunt Staffordshire Bull Terriers. Therefore I will.

The forever badge of the shitty junkie, either forced to endure eight hours of shivering its leathery barrel of a body next to the repeated ,”Spare eny chainge, mate?”, or tied-up outside an Off Licence while he pops inside to spend his begging booty on four cans of Special Ace and a fistful of scratch-cards.

Is it at all possible to walk down any High Street in Britain without seeing these poor brutes straining at the end of a frayed bit of string attached to the grimy, pox-peppered hand of a pikey? I feel the contrasting emotions of Disgust and Sympathy when I see these snarling animals, teetering on the edge of hunger and no doubt enslaved in a world of shoddy food and gratuitous violence, all knackered teeth, odious breath and patchy skin. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to have them all put down, as quietly, as swiftly and as humanely as possible.

However, we should put their dogs into sanctuaries.

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous