HGVs …. Ban the cunts! (at least in daylight hours, when all the other poor bastards are trying to move around the country.)
The problem of every-worsening traffic congestion is not going to be solved anytime soon by building more roads, but it could be partially solved literally overnight if we simply remove some of the slow-moving big shit.
Please don’t anyone tell me it would push up the price of food. Bullshit! If anything, it would mean that trucks could move around much more efficiently at night, not been hindered by a load of other cunts doing their school runs and other mundane shite.
My suggestion is to ban anything above 7.5 tonnes between 7am and 7pm.
Hot on the trail of Commonwealth Cunt of the Year – Justin Trudeau – who man-splained to an audience of snowflakes that the word “Man” was bad (while ignoring a question on keeping Canada safe from internal “peaceful” terrorist cunts); Purdue University looks to go one futher in the “emasculation of men” stakes, officially stating that the word “Man” should no longer be used, as a word, as a prefix or as a suffix.
A woman talking on Tucker Carlson Tonight from Fox’s Manhatton studio said that Purdue University was ahead of the curve in public perception on this subject.
Purdue – which prides itself on campaigning on many Human Rights issues – is not the first educational establishment in the states to infer that the male term is sexist (and no doubt racist too) but they are the first to proscribe it’s non-use/eradication in writing vocabulary on campus.
Well I hope they manage it and look forward to reading the many articles which may scan curiously but they will be on-message and well mannered.
Some people may think that manipulating language is folly but they are yesterday’s views where as Purdue is looking to the views of tomorrow, or mañana as our Spanish friends would say.
I pure hate kids in pubs. There was a time…a more civilised time…when if your old man took you to the pub, you sat in the car and he bought you out a bottle of pop and a packet of crisps every half hour. An arrangement that was agreeable for all concerned. Not now though. You go out for a quiet pre Sunday roast pint and you have to run a gauntlet of legions of the hyperactive little cunts, high as fucking kites on E numbers and Haribo, running about screaming and shouting, climbing over everything, stampeding in and out and leaving the door open so the arctic wind chills you to the bone.
Something of an overdue cunting methinks for media darling and The Royal Family’s newest recruit, Meghan Markle.
Every time I see this sickly-sweet shitcunt smiling, hugging and faking her way through interview after interview, I am reminded of one Barrack Obama. No, not because of the obvious, but because of that whole carefully cultivated media image and the blatant schmoozing going on to further her fucking profile.
Clarifications – I am no royalist. I do not pine like some Daily Mail housewife for the memory of Diana, The People’s Cunt. I do not give a continental fuck who Harry is with. I do not care whether she ruins the monarchy or anything along those lines.
What I do care about is seeing this inane, vapid, professional ‘media personality’ getting endless coverage every time I try to watch the news or read any news website. Worse still is this utterly fucking bonkers, PC driven concept that just because she’s mixed race, the world will be all fucking right. Shove it up your bollocks, for Christ’s sakes.
Here’s what little I know – this cunt’s own birth family is in turmoil and she’s a divorcee; not exactly cunt-worthy facts in isolation but so much then for being the domestic saviour who will transform the Royal Family for the better. She has been exposed as some kind of anonymous blogger who charted her exploits in climbing the greasy pole of Hollywood and effectively stopped at nothing to ‘make it’; hence the strong suspicion that this fucker’s veneer is Magnet-kitchen shallow. She is already settling in on #metoo and equality bandwagons and doesn’t mind being the champion for the inane fuckers praising her, just for being the boning target of an over-indulged ginger cunt.
Always hard to know whether the true cunt in these cases is indeed the subject, the media or the lunatics who see someone of mixed race doing anything outside of crime as some kind of fucking diversity champion. But please get this fucking cunt off the news pages and the TV screens. Just disappear into the fucking background like Countess Wessex.
So, the odd ‘bugger’ is OK, ‘fuck’ in an EXTREME circumstance, but ‘CUNT’ – oh no, apparently a slightly different word for a twat, vaj or muff is just too fucking much to cope with.
What’s wrong with these people? Presumably they are the type that are OK to sit and watch all the nightmarish realities that the TV wangs on about, they are happy to continue existing as a duplicitous blob – gradually consuming the worlds resources whilst giving less than fucking nothing back…but the WORD cunt….well fuck me that is just OFF FUCKING LIMITS.
I’m also guessing that this type acknowledges that bad shit goes on, or indeed that they are doing it, but “oooh, I don’t want to see that” – code for “I’m too fucking lazy and ignorant to do anything, now leave me alone to my third McD’s of the day you poo poo bum.” Hypocritical, head-burying fucktards without an ounce of understanding as to the finer points of the English language and who will never truly know the pleasure of heartfeltly stating, directly at someone, that they are a fucking cunt cunt. Derek and Clive style. Cunts!
Nominated by IHateYou
Anti-cunt cunts who treat the word ‘cunt’ as off-limits are indeeds cunts.
I was once caught in a cuntfire on public transport. Your classic, bovver-booted shitcunt feminist-looking stool sample entered the same tube carriage as your humble narrator during one glorious morning commute, and insisted on holding onto the bar that I had leaned a large item of luggage against. As the train jarred and jolted, said luggage would logically grind her cunt-smeared hand. I wouldn’t fucking mind but it wasn’t exactly a heaving carriage and the cunt clearly could have moved somewhere more spacious. But no. Not this cunt.
I started to get abuse from this fucker which included ‘prick’, ‘arsehole’ and ‘fucking idiot’. After swallowing much of this, to which may I add fellow tube passengers were loving and mirthfully eavesdropping, such unwarranted public abuse I could take no more. I looked it full square in the face and said “you cunt”. What an uproarious reaction. Instant social death. Mutterings included “there’s no need for that”. “bloody hell”. “my god”. But at least it shut the fucker up and made her move away.
Thank god this was all before the phonecam Stasi generation. I would have otherwise been made infamous as the viral ‘Cunt-calling cunt cunt’. I mean, that would be true, but I wouldn’t have wanted my then-employers to know, as they were definitely anti-cunt-calling.
