The average British cunt behind a wheel

Have you ever noticed when you have a rant with anyone about the twats in the road everybody gets angry and joins in with the cunting? Everyone’s fucking perfect at it yet everyone is always complaining.

Chances are the person your talking to or in earshot is one of the cunts you are having a rant at, just that they are not in a car.

What is it with the average nob head thinking they can drive? They clearly signed up to a £70k finance package when they have no interest in driving, are shit at driving and clean it about as much as their arsehole.

Im not talking technical driving, but within the confides of awareness, consideration, legality to within the UK law, and hazard perception.

Whenever I make a mistake I’ll put my hand out the window and apologise. If I gone fucked up, that’s on me. But these fucking shit houses nearly kill you and your family, then start giving you abuse.

If I had a handgun in the glove box there would be a good 12 less cunts stealing oxygen in the Manchester area today.

Ignorant cunts just drive around like they are in a video game and only their shite life matters. Fuck everyonelse and their families… Get home safely? Fuck that I need to get home 3 minutes early and see if big Leroy is ploughing the mother of my children. (stay together for the kids, obvs)

Anyway fellow cunters, after nearly being hit 5 times today from Denton, to Hyde, to Trafford by people on their phone,plain stupid, ignorant or distracted: I just had to complain. I could understand if I was wearing my fucking invisibility cloak that I took from Harry Potter after running him over whilst playing foxy bingo on my Phone. But no, I’m not part of the problem. I’m a fucking perfect driver…

Nominated by : Cunt Executive Officer

My first cunting of an individual. Spoiler ; it’s a Congolese based ‘integrater’ which is a new sleight-of-hand misleading term I picked up being used by one of the duplicitous cunts that champion this frankly retarded ongoing action of burying your head in the sand & welcoming-in the thing(s) that will cumulatively but without-a-single-doubt inevitably destroy ‘decent'(ish) civilization. Sounds like hyperbole but it really isn’t. It’s simply sheer numbers and basic economics. And ingrained feral characteristics.

moise lohombo. No capitals. Filth doesn’t deserve them.

Selected by some bunch of bleeding-heart cunts in Germany to be a shining example and (be)promoted as a showcase for how immigration is a plus for the countries on the receiving end of this farcial situation. Oh, sure, he had a couple of crimes(unspecified, but ‘violent’) on his jacket already since arriving IN Krautland aged 8 but hey! that was before. We all make ‘mistakes’. Look at him now. Amateur boxer. Shiny new tracksuits. High end mobile phone. Steady income (at the taxpayers expense type income I surmise – otherwise any job would have been mentioned nay heralded by his defence).

Anyways. This cunt was set up for life by these cretins, if he kept his big wide nose clean going forward, then they would still be banging on about him as if/like one ‘success’ story proves their deluded agenda. The simple minded really are something else.

Well, he didn’t do anything of merit or positive for society, despite the fanfare around him so the story fizzled out. His mother had ‘integrated’ as well, but I see nothing about jobs being gotten, no cake-sales for local orphanges were undertaken. And the promoters must have realised “well, moise hasn’t commited crime in a while so that’s excellent, eh?” is a tad low-bar for the argument that integration is a real positive. So they moved on to find their next poster boy of the month. You can only drum up so much fucking praise based around not being a criminal anymore. Anyways the cunt DID go back to (other) crime, incidentally.

Then, one night, after the spotlight moved on, moise aged 30, severely beat and raped his own mother(who was twelve when she HAD the cunt by the way so not her first raping, presumably), at knifepoint. She was terrified he had impregnated her, ffs. She sustained serious injuries while being forcibly fucked by her brute of a son. A brain-bleed from the beating, notably. The apartment was covered in blood spatter. When she knew what was about to happen, she offered him money to go get a prostitute instead. He declined that option.

A deathly silence from his old fanclub on the matter, of course. Looking for a link, not ONE msm is carrying the story. If he’d rescued a puppy, though, (but not raped his mum), .. headline fucking news, I’m sure.

Some ‘shining example’, though, what what?

Info Wars.

Nominated by : CuntemAll

George Ezra is a cunt.

Part of the unholy trinity with Ed Sheercunt and Tubby Capaldi, Ezra is a dull as dishwater cunt. A soulless and boring voice for a start. And then there’s his songs. The diabolical ‘Shotgun’, which makes Oasis at their worst even sound good.

‘I’ll be riding shotgun, underneath the hot sun, feeling like a someone’.

Pure ‘The cat sat on the mat, where it once shat’ crap. Lowest common denominator bollocks. How this turd is seen as decent music and sells thousands is absolutely laughable.

But that ‘shotgun’ shit isn’t his worst. ‘Green Green Grass’ is his biggest pile of crap.

‘green, green grass, blue, blue sky
You better throw a party on the day that I die’

Oh, don’t worry. I will….

YouTube.

https://www.betterthanezra.com/ (You’re welcome – NA)

Nominated by : Norman

Hot on the heels of the nom about the (ridiculous adult behaviour) memorial balloon-release … some equally superfluous same-vein juvenile carry-on … the in-pregnancy ‘Gender Reveal’ via ever more ludicrous ‘look at ME’ antics.

In this world of email, texting, cuntapps aplenty and saturation phone ownership, … somehow a simple short sentence typed or spoken; 100% conveying a (used to be) basic fact (‘.. having a boy’ , or ‘having a girl’) just isn’t enough any more. It originated as gender-reveal ‘parties’ which would include a cake containing either blue or pink filling, cut mid’party’ to much fanfare by the easily-impressed assemblage.

Still uneccessary, really, but relatively harmless I suppose. You’ve lost my interest the moment you’ve decided to bring another human into the cunts mess that is this current world, but I digress.

Sticking ‘gender reveal party disasters’ into yer search engine will show just what kind of lengths people will go to in the pursuit of attention over fuck-all worth making any such big deal out of since the cake method became not showy enough. Aircraft banners, skywriting, fire-fighting planes hired to drop near 2 tons of dyed water, sports cars blasting past with coloured exhaust. Hot air balloons. Fireworks. Gunplay(the daddy gets to shoot his rented 50-cal anti-armour(!) rifle at a target which explodes to show pink or blue yaaaaay ?). Even glitter-filled pipe bombs(I shit you not!) ..

And some of the outcomes of this behaviour? A 23,000 acre fire incl. a dead firefighter. A 45,000 acre fire, monetary cost $8 Million. Plane crash(es) with fatalities. Car explosion. A vintage cannon(!) explosion….

All for what?

Self aggrandizing. Over something that rats are able to do(reproduce). What hope is there for the offspring born to such shallow narcissists?

NY Post.

Nominated by : CuntemAll

This ‘new’ (to me) practice I’ve been seeing more and more which serves no earthly purpose, aside from somehow ‘bringing comfort’, or something, to the relatives of persons recently deceased.

About a year back it was an online-tabloid photo of this pointless mass-pollution rhat caught my eye.. over a thousand balloons in a – shall we say – lower-class city housing estate, after a criminal scumbag had been killed by a different criminal scumbag. Today it’s the story in the link. Similar area, different city. Terrible death, and all that, .. but how in the name of fuck is wanton widespread littering going to make an ounce of difference?

I know different ‘cultures’ do many different (pointless) gestures around a death such as paper lanterns down the river in some parts of the Orient for example .. (and I have buried tennis-ball loving pets with a tennis ball when they’ve died, thru sentimentality, admittedly) .. but balloon releases? .. is it a poor (financially/mentally)man’s version of a (also pointless/narcissistic)dove release or something? ..

The same news outlets that carry stories such as the one in the link, otherwise pontificate endlessly about pollution and associated, .. but this shit gets a free pass. This moment of … whatever … recorded on myriad phones, .. then off everyone goes on their merry way while waterways, woods, roadsides, .. anywhere and up to many miles distant .. will end up with the unbiodegradable detritus. That foil shit of the helium balloon, or the rubber of the other type. The latter being especially perfect for wildlife to choke on. Or livestock. Or pets.

Is that, then, this (link) ‘animal lovers’ choice legacy?, .. or just that of the organiser, one of say little imagination of it’s own playing monkey-see monkey-do on/for social meeja? christ! .. this one is specifying colours, (the deceased’s favourites, presumably).. but says any colour will do if the requested ones can’t be sourced. Oh! – I suppose these must be the types of people that think the deceased is watching from the beyond.

Encitement to pollute is what I’m seeing.

And never a negative word about it, .. because of the circumstances. If I drove to a spot and unloaded/scattered 1,000 deflated balloons in a big pile by the roadside, say ..but on CCTV … there’d be legal consequences. A fine or court.

Don’t get me wrong, .. I don’t pretend to care about saving this planet, – it’s already too late and it’s overrun with cunts, – but as with most if not all of my noms to date, there’s a filthy double standard at the root of it.

This woman below had a brutal death. And doesn’t seem to have been a bad sort. I’m not knocking her here.

Fucking-well balloons, though?

Irish Mirror Link.

At least there’s no mention of a gofundme.
(Yet).

Nominated by : CuntemAll