Discount Andrew Tate and ‘lifestyle coach’ Wes Watson is yet another of these ‘alpha males’ or ‘high value men’ exposed for being a whining, materialistic and emotionally unstable dumbfuck live on stage.

In an on-stage debate, he lost his mind because another man had a different standard of being successful. He then revealed -without any help from feminists or the mainstream media – why this ‘red pill’ movement is such a harmful one, by berrating Wilson for his appearance and lack of material wealth.
Watson is just another grifter and vulgarian, deessed like he’s in N-Sync but with an inflated upper body.

It’s embarrassing to watch for many reasons: that this ‘man’ is some sort of guide for insecure young men who pay him to give them advice.by shouting at them, for the lack of moderation shown by the host, for the mindset of those lost men in the audience thinking they need to attend these events in the first place.

Watching this makes you wonder if the feminists had a point about toxic masculinity, althpugh they throw that term around so freely (just like misogyny) it’s now quite meaningless.

The Internet seems to have spawned a breed of scam artist, claiming to be men’s men, pushing an idea of masculinity generally held by 15 year-old boys. As usual, things seem polarised with nutcases like Watson completely deluded about his own ‘value’ and reducing masculinity to cartooninsh nonsense; the money he earns, his bicep size and physique, and what car he drives. The whole ‘red pill movement’ has degenerated into this juvenile mindset, largely because of Andrew Tate and imitators like Watson. Ot also comes with its own homosexual horoscope of Alphas, Betas and Sigmas – AKA edgy loners, rogues, school shooters

I might be cynical in saying this movement led by insecure American men in their back-to-front baseball caps was a predictable response – including the vernacular of high value knobbery and daft acronyms – to twitter/consumer feminism, an exploitative ideology in itself that has only led to more female misery,

The truth is I pity the young men who put stock in these oafish scammers, pimps and frauds, I really do.

YouTube.

Upon further research It appears -not unusually for this sort of prick – that he has vastly over estimated his wealth. Despite ownng a fleet of expensive cars, he is still worth less than one of my own relatives, who lives in a potato shed and drives a Ford pick-up…
(albeit in Surrey).

Nominated by : Cuntamus Prime

There I was, not long out of hospital, sore waterworks, feet up on the settee, feeling sorry for myself.

Then my day was brightened when I came across ‘Tempest’ (pronouns ‘xe/xem, they/them’), all blue hair and narcissistic attitude. ‘My name is Tempest’ it smirks, ‘and if you don’t want me to step on your toes, move your fucking feet’.

Holy shit. To quote John Wayne in ‘Big Jake’; ‘ya got me scared!’. Just what this ludicrous twat, and thousands of others like it, hope to gain by posting this silly passive/aggressive nonsense all over soshull meeja is anybody’s guess. They just make themselves look ridiculous, the up-their-own-arses idiots.

Still, at least they give the rest of us the chance to take the piss and have a laugh. Go on; it made me feel better, it’ll do the same for you.

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Nominated by Ron Knee.

In high dudgeon about this coffin dodging. NHS on its knees, my expectations are high with the nation’s sick laid out on trolleys in A&E corridors ignored by hospital staff for days but do they oblige? The fuck they do. The terminally ill do a Tyson Fury (the cunt) and pop open their eyes and stand up a second before the old ten count ends.

Old standbys like Aids no longer scythe down Celebs and Luvvies as in the glory days. A Dementia diagnosis just means years of food drooling from the mouth and shitting in pads but definitely not death. 
A cancer diagnosis while no doubt a salutary shock to the cunt involved can and usually does mean years of ringing that fucking bell before the happy event finally occurs.

In the old school NHS the mere mention of cancer was enough to be terminal while the cunt involved was subject to ever more invasive hacking out of the spreading nightmare in combination with brain boiling radiation and toxic chemo. The very mention of the dread diagnosis would send Yours Truly (and other cunts trying to steal my thunder – and remember cunts I never forget) rushing to get in there first and nominate my cunt. Then just like sex in later years, it never happens.

Regularly flick through my lists of past expectations looking for a forgotten runner and yes there are a lot there (which I am not about to reveal here) on trials of wonder drugs, gene therapy and surgery. Extended death and misery. My tip to those on death row, don’t fuck about with the grim reaper, get it over quickly. Besides which there are many interested parties wishing you well but do get on with it loves. Welcome over Igor, that untrained formerly East European medical assistant and accept that injection to take away your fear. Die for England and ISAC. You know it makes sense.

Health.org.

And finally may I include that tender sentiment so often bounced off my humble personage. “Fuck off and die”.

Nominated by : Sir Limply Stoke

Rolf Kern, aged 82

No? Me neither!

A MIND THE GAP cunting for this Lupert Murdoch lookalike, scrotum faced, old money grabber.
Why cun’t he use his eyes (like the rest of us) before he steps up from the platform onto the train?
If you are indeed a doddering old cunt, as he says, always use the handrail on the left or right; it is only ever a few steps(!) away.

Cash for a gash?

Really?

Only his solicitor will benefit.

Stand clear of the doors!

BBC News.

Nominated by : Hugh?Cumber

Now this really boils my piss. I used to work for the NHS in my youth. Running one of their agency bank staff (basically an internal recruitment agency) for a well known London hospital. The amount of fraud and money being pissed up the wall at this one hospital was obscene. Back room Middle management in cushy £90k a year jobs doing fuck all, whilst the front lines could barely afford staff to man the outpatients department twice a week. Wide screen TV’s, top of the range iPads, computers the whole lot all being charged to expenses and taken for personal use.

I’m now a plumber. One of the contracts my firm has ended up with is in a hospital. 20 years later and it’s even worse. Whole wards throwing away brand new beds, wide screen TV’s, furniture, computers. Just because they know they can. Spending £3k on a tap that’s used in a staff room no one ever goes in.

So when I received a letter recently saying I’d claimed for a free prescription my blood boiled. I pay every three months for a pre payment certificate that covers any prescription for that time. As they no longer send a reminder to say it had expired I missed a week by mistake. I’ve offered to pay whatever I owe but that’s not good enough. The utter cunts are now trying to fine me over £100 for the error. Like the TV licence, I’ve read that no one has ever been brought to court for evading this “fine”. I’ve noticed by pure chance whilst moving homes that the only way they know you’re even eligible to pay is by signing up to this scheme and it’s all based on your home address. So as I’m moving again in a month I won’t be paying fuck all. Just another signifier that this country is more than willing to shaft those who are honest, work and pay their way to sub the shite that doesn’t.

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Nominated by Cuntstable Grobbler.