Organised Religion

As Xmas is upon us again, I think it prudent to nominate organized religion for a biblical cunting.

To the even slightly educated, say IQ of 12 and above, religion is a swollen bag of bollocks.
Written by lunatics deranged by hunger or naturally occuring narcotics thousands of years ago, scripture is nothing more than the ramblings of an imbecile trying to make sense of the world around him whilst lacking any formulative or structured analysis.

Quite how the imbecile has defied natural selection and made it to the present day with faith intact is indeed a puzzle, but one that has been nurtured by the Cheerleaders of God.
Organized religion has carefully plundered all of humanity’s wealth and courage throughout the ages, nurturing the power they hold. Indeed, despite the best efforts of science and free thinking religion has prevailed.

Prevailed in its systematic creation of war, torture, famine, pestilence, suffering, guilt, poverty, murder and peadophilia. Indeed, almost every war of all time has religion as both it’s underlying cause and continued catalyst.

It is remarkable that anyone could take religion seriously, given the sheer number of times the christ figure has been replicated. And let’s not forget all that miracle shit.

Thanks to the organized religion, we as a spacefaring species have to share the 21st century with old testamenters and creationists from the bible belt of Americunt; creationist preaching in our school assemblies, promoted and backed up by a support organisation all of its own; and a plethora of banal celebrations etched into our society, including but not limited to, resurrection promoted through chocolate eggs and rabbits and of course – the dreaded christmas.
The life blood of mastercard.

I would argue that having caused the manifestation of the kind of stupidity that acknowledges a virgin birth, organized religion is also responsible for the existence of all other forms of stupidity such as the flat earthers, peacefuls, americunts in general, the fat acceptance movement, popular music and politicians.

Religion though is far from banal, it is actively encouraging evil. You need look no further than the pope himself inviting Robert Mugabe to the vatican (a destination unaffected by travel bans) or Mother Teresa writing to a judge pleading clemency and mercy for the accused conman who had stolen millions from poor people. Or even all of the peadophile priests still enjoying their freedom….

For creating all of the world’s problems, I encourage a vociferous cunting of organized religion in all its forms.

Halelucunt!

Nominated by Cuntflap

Smartphone addicts

If people in years gone by thought that television was sucking the nations intelligence dry, what must they think of the smartphone?

Most people you see these days are walking around in a trance, hypnotised by the the little communication device that no one can apparently look away from for more than a minute. I have one, and it fills the gap a newspaper once did. You know, off for a difficult shit, or something to pass the time until something interesting happened. Not for these cunts. It is their life blood, the very point of being.

I work with a lot of young cunts, who are nice, but mostly useless as a work force. There is very little focus with them, until it comes to the fucking mobile, which must be checked every few minutes. Of course, one of their fellow mongs has updated their status, probably something world shattering like “just chillin” or “bored. Need Xbox”, which needs replying to immediately. Facebook, instagram, Snapchat, all filling their lives with fuck all worthwhile. You go somewhere like a beach or a gig or to the cinema, and it is populated by zombies glued to the little soul crusher in their hands.

The worst part of this is that these vacuous cunts think that it’s ok to do this while driving. I really don’t care if they kill themselves, far from it, however it’s the poor fucker minding their own business that gets caught up in the accidents they cause that have my sympathy.

Nominated by Gutstick Japseye

Dead cunts missed

Sergeant Cunter’s Lonely Dead Dudes Band

All the Bastard Cunts we missed this year

Well we did nap some orf ’em – at least Shauno did – but not a good year in me humble. Cunts seem to be learning a trick or two, croaking orn the quiet, sod ’em.

Nominated by Sir Limply Stoke

Mariah Carey [2]

Mariah Carey requires a cunting, doesn’t she?

Not for her annoying whine on every song.
Not for her awful dress sense.
Not for her making songs with d-list rappers in a futile attempt to appear relevant.
Not for having an arse the size of a bean bag.
Not because she released an album called No:1s but actually put in an apostrophe (cunt).
Not because the album No:1s contains a lot of No:2s (I mean the turds, not the positions).
Not because she’s more plastic than human.
Not due to her famous tantrums and subsequent bellicose demands at venues.
Not for being proud of being a truculent diva.
Not for the fact that although being half a century old, she still behaves like an over-sexualised teenage girl, despite increasingly looking like a drunken, transgender granny.

Not for any of these reasons. You know why she’s being cunted:-

That. Fucking. Song.

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous

Superhero films

Superhero films are shit, aren’t they?

Oh look, another film with people who can fly and become invisible and women who are just as strong as men, actually, and science being twisted and time being travelled so much you end up confused, fatigued, and paralysed by the nonsense of it all while another perfect superhero with an American accent beats the baddie (usually white, often an English accent) in a baffling, nonsensical barrage of noise and computer graphics, brightly-coloured piss from the DC/Marvel abattoir, tiresomely devoid of dama and tediously bereft of humanity.

Why do they continue making these hackneyed cartoons? Who the fuck is paying to watch this predictable, insubstantial dogshit? Is Hollywood now only making films for 15-year old, spotty adolescent virgins? It’s the tat over and over.

Low-brow to the extreme and with paper-thin plots, they seem to be deficient of any purpose other than using special effects to bedazzle you out of ten quid. They have all the substance of a CBBC programme , they have the sophistication of an East-European drug dealer and are about as convincing as Diane Flabbot flogging her Christmas vegan cookbook.

Look, a new actor playing Spiderman…look Batman & Superman fighting someone….look Wonderwoman and Batgirl being tough without looking like muscley, gruesome bulldykes.

What about a superhero who saves England from a demonic bunch of frothing gangsters demanding an unreasonable ransom? How about one that takes on a cult of empty-minded zombie terrorists who believe in a deity that lives in the clouds? Instead we have clichéd, manufactured dross, warmed up for the current generation in ever-developing technology, 4-d cinemas, squirting water, vibrating the seats, continually bombarding you with music and saccharine sentiment to distract you from the absence of quality.

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous