Twatter has been alive this week with some bloody idiot with too much time on his hands and a massive chip on his shoulder criticising some little girl who wore a Chinese dress to her prom. “My culture is not your prom dress,” he whined. To her credit, the girl in question did not cave in like so many people do when faced with a self-righteous Twatter mob. The poster in question must be a total cunt as he was slagged off in the Guardian and Putin’s Independent for fuck’s sake.

Cultural Appropriation simply does not exist. From the dawn of time, humans have copied the best (and worst) of other people’s cultures. Ideas as well as goods have followed trade routes. I thought we were supposed to embrace other cultures and celebrate diversity according to our moral superiors at the bastard Guardian and Jimmy Savile House.

And Cultural Appropriation is a deeply sinister idea; it may even be a fascist idea (in the true sense of the word rather than it’s modern form of ‘someone with whom I disagree’). What could be more unpleasant than confining people to their supposed ‘birth culture’ and refusing to let them make their own choices? How fucked up must you be to police what other people choose to wear? How fragile must your self-esteem be to get upset by the clothes worn by people you have never met?

Remember when Norman’s favourite singer Katy Perry was criticised for ‘appropriating’ Japanese culture in one of her videos? A reporter went to Japan and talked to actual Japanese people who were really pleased that foreigners were choosing to embrace their culture. Being ‘offended’ on behalf of other people makes you a cunt of Brandian proportions.

In the unlikely event that General Cuntster holds a ISAC Halloween party over in Yankland, I will attend wearing a sombrero topped with a Native American headdress and a Japanese kimono with Chinese dragons printed on it. Oh, and a Nazi armband just to complete ensemble.

Fuck them.

Nominated by, Cunt’s Mate Cunt

Self Driving Cars

It’s time to pull the plug on this fantasy.
The programmers are like the mad scientists in those old black and white movies, they really believe they can control every situation with their systems of sensors
As for the drivers who’ve been killed, well how fucking stupid do you have to be to sit in a car in high speed traffic with no driver, and expect it to be safe?
Every computer that I’ve ever had has failed at one time or another, as they have with all of the industrial users. Just look at the complaints about Amazon’s computer failures and the like on this site alone.
Once again it’s the stupid cunting media that keeps promoting this horseshit and we all know that most of the executives in the car industry are equally stupid in believing their own publicity and following insane fads.
If you don’t believe me, just look at the size of the screens they’re putting in new cars these days. It won’t be long before they are 21 inch flat screens taking up half the windshields…. no ticket for them, but you can still get a ticket for drinking coffee in your car. I’m fucking lost for words.

Nominated by. Paul Ya Plonker

Fatties

I fucking hate fatties and their cuntish SJW apologists.

Now, I am not talking about people who are a little overweight (after all, at 49 the only 6 pack I have seen in a long time is in the fridge at the off licence) but the real Michelin Men blobbers.

These cunts used to dress in the clothing equivalent of a duvet cover but no more it seems. Empowered by their SWJ feminist fan club they now all seem to roll out in tight, skimpy clothing which is several sizes too small to pick up their KFC Family Bucket to stuff into their moon faces for an in-between meals snack. It makes me want to puke.

If you have the misfortune overhear these cunts talking (in between mouthfuls of crème donut of course) it is all about how their medical conditions have increased their weight – clearly nothing to do with the 50,000 calorie a day diet of processed food and fizzy drinks then you cunts?

The next thing will be for these cunts to swamp what remains of the NHS and drain ever more resources out of the system while taking absolutely no responsibility for themselves.

Fat cunts.

Nominated by, Proper Cunt

I should like to cunt both new home builders and the utter fuckwits who buy their shitty products.

Due to importing enormous amounts of third-world dross and assorted Eurotrash, Britiain is, supposedly, in a ‘housing crisis’. Funny that; when I’m out walking my dog, I see a great many houses that are clearly unnoccupied but the short-sighted governments (of either stripe) have stipulated that hundreds of thousands of these ghastly hovels have been to be thrown up in quadruple-quick time.
Most cunters here have, no doubt, been in one of these poor-constructed abortions. Yet who here would be dim enough to buy a brand new one?
You’ve more rights as a consumer buying a tin of tuna.
We all know the problems with these wank-boxes; twenty houses squeezed onto square footage fit only for six, thin walls, tiny rooms, gaps around windows, inadequate drainage; this list is practically endless.
Everyone with a half a brain knows this and yet these spastics still drop £400k on one of these gerbil cages and moan like fuck when they get ripped off.
Looking on Rightmove, a search of any given area will yield plenty of half-decent houses within a comparable price bracket, so why do these people do it?
Are they the sort of mongs who like to be seen to have an 18-plate lower-end Mercedes on the drive that they don’t own (£5k down and £400 a month with no ownership option) just to impress their wanker neighbours? I rather suspect so.
I’d *like* to say a big “fuck them” (house builders and their twattish customers alike), but Dick Fiddler has the copyright on that expression and this Cunt Engine wouldn’t want to face his ire for plagiarism!

Nominated by (someone who I forgot but you know who you are)