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The Grand Tour

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Clarkson and his two hangers on are monumental cunts.
I’ve defended Clarkson over the years as always enjoyed his stuff and his ability to piss off the over sensitive amongst us.

Until the other night when I sat and watched the latest installment of The Grand Tour (on a pirate website, no way I’m paying for it) and the three cunts utterly trashed a 1967 MK10 Jaguar for a stunt.
I love old Jags (new ones are invariably driven by cunts, sadly) but at the mo can’t myself afford one myself (which rubs it in even more) and now there’s one less left.
Fuck all three of these twats. Hopefully the next time some daft hippy shoves a pie in Clarkson’s face it will number Hydrogen Cyanide amongst it’s ingredients…

Nominated by Mr Bastard

Justin Trudeau [2]

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May I present Islamophile metrosexual Justin Trudeau for consideration on the award-winning website ISAC.

Not content with turning Canadia (not a typo) into a haven for violent members of the Religion That Must Never Be Criticised, Trudeau has recently tried to curry (is this racist?) favour with the misandrist zealots of feminism. In an appearance at a town hall meeting, Trudeau corrected a woman who used the word ‘mankind’ in a question, saying ‘peoplekind’ was more inclusive.

Two points:

1/ Isn’t a man, especially a white, cisgender, (allegedly) heterosexual man, correcting a woman an invasion of her safe space? It may even be a hate crime.

2/ Isn’t ‘peoplekind’ the sort of mangled non-word a six year old would come up with? Surely the modern way of replacing ‘mankind’ would be ‘humankind’?

Overall Trudeau is a total and utter bellend. His ascent to the prime ministership of Canadia was no doubt eased by being the son(?) of a former PM. I don’t know if Trudeau sr. was as big a nob as his son, before my time. Perhaps contributors of a certain vintage like Sir Limply and Dioclese could enlighten me.

Nominated by Cunt’s Mate Cunt.

Valentines Day [2]

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Right. We’ve had Christmas, New Year and we’re approaching Mother’s Day and Easter, so we need some hyped up marketingfest shite to fill in the gap. Guess what? It’s Valentine’s Day!!!

All that is reliably known of the saint commemorated on February 14 is his name and that he was martyred and buried at a cemetery on the Via Flaminia close to the Ponte Milvio to the north of Rome on that day. So basically another gobby fucker who couldn’t keep his opinion to himself and got topped by people who were sick of listening to him.

Because so little is reliably known of him, in 1969 the Catholic Church removed his name from the General Roman Calendar, leaving his liturgical celebration to local calendars. Basically not an actual saint then?

So today let’s raise a glass to St Valentine – a non-saint ‘resurrected’ to seperate gullibel cunts from their hard earned in the name of love marketing.

What a crock of fucking shite!

Nominated by Dioclese

Censoring film reviews

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Here in the states social media sites have banned the posting of any negative reviews on that piece of politically correct piece of shit “Black Panther”! That’s right NO negative reviews allowed.

Why? Supposedly, an alt right group planned to post a bunch of negative reviews on Cuntbook. Accordingly, libtards from coast to coast began foaming at the mouth. TV talking heads were spinning like Linda Blair and puking green bile all over the screen. POC’s were confirming that indeed all of the world’s ills were caused by Trump, the alt right and white people in general.

Then they were all giddy with glee because after the banning of negative reviews all of the critics were unanimous in their praise. (Imagine that.). There was even talk about how this would be the first time ever that Rotten Tomatoe’s had a 100% movie review. (They participated in the ban too.). Yes boys and girls Black Panther was Gone with the Wind, The Ten Commandments and Lawrence of Arabia all rolled into one.

But then…wait for it…the unthinkable happened. A negative review was posted on Rotten Tomatoes. This review apparently slipped by because (a) it came from Europe and somehow was able to evade the alt right filter and (b) it contained no racial language that set off the troll alarms. It criticized the movie for what it claimed was a lack of action in a super hero film.

Cuntkind across the New World has been plunged into a collective state of deep, dark, depression.

In a twist all of you cunters in the UK will appreciate…the aforementioned negative review came from…an Irish critic! ? Some spud munching, Gaelic hipster threw a bomb…all the way across the Atlantic…and hit the the reigning melatonin enhanced super hero right in the ass.

Come on everyone…sing along with me:

Glory O, Glory O, for the bold Finian man!

Nominated by General Cuntster

Nana’s magic soup from Tesco

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First post so you’ll all probably think I’m a cunt (which is bang on the money to be fair) but anyway Nana’s Magic Soup is over ripe for a cunting.

Just had to sit through this sickeningly twee and smug inclusivity propaganda film from Tesco, which despite peddling this soft and fuzzy shite ironically enjoys taking over new territory as much as the Nazis. Not so inclusive when it comes to putting the local peaceful’s corner shop out of business by undercutting him with yet another fucking Tesco Metro are they?

In case you’ve missed it this exercise in cuntery consists of a bog average British grandmother (i.e. not white) cooking some soup for her equally British grandson. It’s clearly aimed at trying to increase the health of the retarded Greggs chomping public and not designed to get them to buy a shit load of produce from cuddly old Tesco rather than a tin of Heinz.

At the end of the day though I don’t need any fucker giving me step by step instructions on how to put some ingredients in a pan and boil them up so fuck off with your diverse recipes for fucking retards Tesco cunts.

If you’re too fucking thick to cook basic food then gorge yourself every day at the local fried chicken shop so you die at 55 and I haven’t got to have my taxes spunked on paying for you to sit clogging your arteries and watching Homes Under the cunting Hammer on your fat, thrombosis ridden arses.

Patronising PC Tesco cunts and spastic general public cunts. Fuck off the lot of you.

Nominated by Sutcliffe’s Truth Hammer.