The pure brass of the Labour party has been caught with her knickers down again – not this time to insert her jiggle balls and dildo, but, like so many others in that abomination of a political party, she has been lying about her work prior to her glittering political career. Not for her pretend soliciting, like that derelict Jonathan Reynolds, or pretending she was a “trained economist”. No, our Ange likes to do things the Kweer way, and play down her achievements, like Uriah Heep on an especially helpful day. She has always liked to give the she was a “home help”, no doubt to back up her claims that she was a poor but honest unmarried mother at 16, trying to earn an honest crust, wiping old ladies bums and putting the Mr. Sheen round the old dears commode (like Auntie Kweer picking up stones on a farm). In fact she was a Unison official (agitator?) and was sitting on her arse all day no doubt earning far more than the pittance that is the lot of a genuine home help.

Can nobody in that decrepit party ever tell the truth about anything?:

Guido

Nominated by W C Boggs.

American statesman Benjamin Franklin is credited with the statement that ‘in this world nothing can said to be certain, except death and taxes’. Ain’t that the truth.

This morning that latter excresence intruded into my life once more, in the form of a communication from HR Revenue & Customs which kindly informed me of my income tax coding for financial year 2025-26. As cunters will imagine, I’d been awaiting this document with a mounting sense of apathy for months.

This is routine crap from the tax man, the sort of bureaucracy we all have to put with in learning just how much of our money is going to be syphoned off this time to keep illegal immigrants and benefit loungers in the manner to which they’ve become accustomed. It’s inevitable, I shouldn’t get worked up.

I shouldn’t have got worked up, but I did, and what caused this to happen was the legend inscribed on the cheap and nasty brown envelope, which stated ‘your tax service-here to support’. Now the word ‘service’ is defined as follows; ‘the action of helping or doing work for someone’. That’s right people; the Revenue’s now a ‘service’ that’s here to help and support you as it takes your cash.

This all makes me feel so much better, knowing that the Revenue’s got my interests and welfare at heart. I’m sure it’ll make you feel a lot better too when you see YOUR cash taken and poured down the drain of net zero, foreign aid, and migrant hotels. And the REALLY great news is that only death can free you from it. Be happy; the taxman’s here and he’s on your side.

Nominated by : Ron Knee

Just to prove there are no depths that the Labour party won’t stoop to grovel to the Muslim “coomoonitee” in the UK, along comes along the MP for Luton = well known for it’s diversity, a silly tart called Sarah Owen, half Chinky (which half I don’t know). Quite recently we read about a Muslim woman convicted criminal who was quite upset because her police mug shot showed her without her veil. She was so offended the police obliged and issued a new one with the gob coverer.

Well pour Sarah has had a ripping wheeze – she wants to make it a criminal offence to take a photo of a Muslim woman minus covering, without her consent:

Daily Fail.

How much more will Labourites stick their noses up the arse of Islam?

Nominated by : W. C. Boggs

*Knock knock*
‘Who’s there?’
‘Stasi’
‘Stasi who?’
‘Ve vill ask ze qwestions…’

It’s an old ‘un but a good ‘un, and it never goes out of fashion. Cunters will no doubt recall the recent ‘WhatsApp’ scandal, when offensive comments posted by a number of Labour politicians led to the sacking of Health Minister Andrew Gwynne and the suspension of Oliver Ryan (MP for Burnley) and a number of councillors.

Enter a certain Mrs Helen Jones of Stockport, who called on Facebook for resignations on the part of those councillors involved. And guess what… Within 48 hours, she gets the proverbial knock on the door from Greater Manchester Plod, who ‘want a word’ about her comments. In a subsequent phone call, the lady learns from the fizz that a complaint has been made against her (the cops won’t say by whom; mmm…give me three guesses…).

Naturally Mrs Jones had committed no crime, and was simply engaging in legitimate comment on the disgraceful behaviour of those politicians involved. Unsurprisingly however, she felt intimidated by the police actions, and stated ‘it made me think I’d just best keep quiet for the rest of my life’.

No doubt the police would argue that they had a ‘duty’ to act as they did, but it will also come as no surprise that the actions of the scuffers have been branded a waste of time and resources in an area where so much crime goes uninvestigated and unsolved. It’s a view that’s hard to disagree with. A more disagreeable factor is consequence for free speech. Mrs Jones feels that she’s been leaned on by these pettyflogging plods, and when this starts to happen, we can fear that we are indeed on a slippery slope.

In her position I’d have told them to piss off and catch some proper criminals instead of wasting my time on what is no doubt classed by the hierarchy as a ‘non-crime incident’. Is this really what we pay our taxes for?

*Ding dong*

Oh hang on, there’s someone at the door…

Daily Fail

Nominated by Ron Knee.

For all you Trumpophiles.

What a despicable piece of shit he is.

Draft dodger Trump gets his arse licker in chief to bully Zelensky who does not speak fluent English then joins in to show what a great statesman he is. A statesman who seems to look up to Putin, Xi Jinpin and that North Korean reptile.
At his inauguration I thought he made some good points. However since then he has got more and more deranged. He’s right about Eurpopean defence but god help Taiwan, Ukraine, Poland and the Baltic states with this narcisistic despicable cunt now surrounding himself with arselickers who dont question his bullshit and realise that America first can backfire spectacularly.
God help us all.

bbcnews

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble.