Lily Allen (15) – Nepo Crybaby

Lily Allen has once again demonstrated her cosmic-grade cuntitude.

Not content with lecturing the little people on important matters of woke, she now comes out with the almost unbelievable statement that we should all feel sorry for “nepo babies” (apparently, this means celebrity offspring who enjoy careers in the public eye. The phrase “nepo babies”, and anyone who uses it outside of IsAC, is deserving of a no-holds-barred cunting in their own right).

Yes, my heart fucking bleeds for those who have achieved fame and fortune and a generally piss-easy ride through life entirely on the back of being the sprogs of famous parents. When I write ‘entirely’, I mean completely, totally, utterly, wholly, exclusively, solely. I don’t begrudge anyone anything if they’ve got talent and have worked hard, but for the sake of fuck, there’s no way that this talentless sack of shit would have achieved anything in her life without being given a colossal leg-up by famous luvvie parents. In the real world, I wouldn’t trust her to scrub skid marks from porcelain.

Allen is well and truly scraping the fucking barrel. She now has literally fuck all to offer the world other than trying to garner pity for her over-privileged upbringing and massive overachievement in life.

Another “nepo baby” mentioned in the article is Brooklyn Beckham. Fuck knows why he’s currently trying to launch a career as a lowly celebrity chef. I mean, with parents like David and Victoria, he should trying to crack nuclear fusion, solve the riddle of the fate of the universe, or write plays and sonnets that make Shakespeare look dyslexic.

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Nominated by: Cunty McCunt

The Pity City of Liverpool (3)

The fucking place should be towed out into the Sea and torpedoed. Everyday some shit happens there, and it’s never good, but defended by the inmates, sorry community and seen as a good excuse to deal the victim card… again.

I mean, Pub Shootings, House Shootings, Benefits Culture, Permanent victimhood, fucking football, fucking football fans/hooligans, the Beatles, ferry cross the Mersey (what a dirge), the accent, the dress sense, Militant Tendency, Bread. Drugs, Crime. Chavs. The Hillsboro 95 (they never mention Heysel though), Scouse. Derek Hatton, The Farm….

I can’t think of anything good coming out of the place.

I’ve not posted a link, as I’m sure the lovely Admin Team will be spoiled for choice on this one.

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Nominated by: LeonardoDiCunty

Rishi Sunak (10)

Rishi’s Awkwardness

1) one of my favourites is the Sunak family coming out of No 10 to buy a poppy. You just knew…everything about it was strained, awkward-from him not being able able to pin the poppies on his wife and daughter properly to carelessly getting a £20 note to donate.

2) similarly there he is film filling his car up but tellingly not looking at the price just waiting for the automatic cut off.

3) when he won the leadership…after the speech…silence…like a robot.. looking round, then deciding its over and going.

I am surprised he hasn’t been coached on how ‘to do’ TV.

4) oh yes his dealings with working people paying for something in a garage–and missing where the person was putting the item to be checked out.

5) also at a restaurant where he served the wrong people.

Everything he touches turns to shit. As a ‘people person’ politician I mean

6) the most recent-at a homeless shelter–to a real down and out…wait for it…’do you work in business?’ Ha ha ha!
The guy maybe hoping for something engages with him. Back and forth about being in business. Hysterical ending-Sunak-”what you doing at the weekend?’ ‘Steve’ weighing up whether he can keep his supposed interest in business up, decides on honesty ‘I’m hoping St. Mungo’s can get me into some temporary accommodation’.

Hysterical as I say

7) it was all summed up years ago when he was asked what kinds of friends he had. Working-class? Not really.

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Nominated by: Miles Plastic

Prince Harry Fuckwit (16) and the Taliban

Prince Harry the Spare

‘Good afternoon. This is IsAC’s Royal Correspondent Ron Knee speaking. Today I’m priviliged to bring you an exclusive interview with the Harry formerly known as Prince, prior to the release of his bombshell new book “Spare”. How are you, Your Gingerness?’.

‘Infamy! Infamy!’ *eyes swivel alarmingly from side to side*

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘They’ve all got it in for me! My family hates me, and are trying to destroy me! I’ll get them back when my book comes out, you wait and see if I don’t. *Stamps foot petulantly*. ‘I’ll even the score’.

‘But hold on. Your family’s always looked out for you. They’ve indulged you, some would say spoiled you rotten, all your life, and tried to cover up your many indiscretions. You and your wife were even part of the so-called “Fab Four”, until her narcissism ruined everything, just because Meghan couldn’t always get what Meghan wanted. So you flounced off to California calling us all racists. What exactly do you expect the Royal Family to do?’.

‘Apologise! Apologise for all the lying things my pater and his horse of a wife, not to mention my brother and his forced bride, have said about us. Meghan and I have repeatedly extended an olive branch, but they’ve shown absolutely no interest in reconciliation. They’ve betrayed us. They want to keep us as the villains!’.

‘Betrayed you? Kept you as the villains? How can I put this delicately? You sound just a little bit paranoid. There’s a school of opinion which argues that in fact, you should be the ones apologising. That all of this drama is the Duchess of Nutfux’s fault; that she’s isolated you from your family and friends, and has fuelled your insecurity, greed and jealously in pursuit of her own agenda. Perhaps if you just tried to look forward instead of backwards, and practised some of that “compassion in action” you’re always preaching…’.

‘Did you just accuse my mommy of manipulating me? *face goes purple* How dare you! You’re like all the rest of them, you vile racist. I’ll get you as well, you see if I don’t! Where’s my mommy? I want my mommy!’ *storms off*

‘Oh dear. I’m afraid that didn’t go too well, and I can only apologise. This is Ron Knee, for IsAC, returning you to the studio’.

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Nominated by: Ron Knee

And on a slightly different note there’s this from Technocunt

Fuckwit Harry bragging about killing 25 “Taliban fighters”.

In his book he bragged about wiping out 25 Talibans during his 2nd tour of Afghanistan in 2012. However, Taliban leaders dispute the claim that he killed genuine Taliban fighters but may have killed innocent civilians instead.

Now we all know about “collateral damage” in theatres of war. No one likes it, but that’s just the fact of life (and death) in a war.. But in this case Harry seems to brag about the killings as if they were mere “chess pieces”

Naturally enough the international community are in uproar about these shameless confessions, especially from someone like him. The Taliban in particular are far from happy about the mass slaughter, even though they can’t say much about their own ruthless killings of innocent civilians in their own backyard.

The real problem, however, is that this may reignite terrorist activity in this country. And with so many migrants allowed in with little or no security checks, then who knows who their sympathies are with!

Harry of course will be immune from any of this, safely tucked away in Wokifornia. But if there are murderous reprisals in the UK by the likes of the Taliban or ISIS or some other nutter group, then he will have blood on his hands.

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Jeezum Priest isn’t happy with Harry either

Don’t bother buying the book ( as if!)

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You won’t need to buy ‘Spare’, as it’s practically being serialised by the press. Not that any but the most insane of contributers to this site would buy it anyway.

As I’ve previously stated, you’ll get a free copy when you purchase, at a remaindered book store near you, a copy of
” Muh struggle as a bl@ck woman and the hell of being Married to Harry”
Pair of cunts, for sure.

 

Professor Brian Cox (5)

(Et tu, Brian? –  Day Admin)

Brian ‘Particle Physics’ Cox is a cunt, isn’t he.

This tedious special needs turd has been spouting his anti-Brexit bollocks again.

He might’ve managed to write dreary dissertations so that he can wank on about space dust in a whiny Manc accent, but he can’t do basic Maths. It was the higgest electoral victory in British history. Just because this portentous bore doesn’t like it won’t change anything.

Perhaps this spacca has a chip on his shoulder because his mum cuts his hair so badly that he could be in the Inspiral Carpets. Perhaps he can’t see the effects of a global pandemic, half a trillion in lockdowns, and the Ukrainian war because of his fuckwit chip-pan hair in his eyes.

The mook stopped eating crayons long enough to say, in his no-testicles, high-pitched squeak, ” Ah fink we should fink abow’ joinin’ de EU again coz ah didn’t liiike losing. Eeyoop, fings can only ge’ beh’er.”

Listen, Brian “loves” Cox, you’d be more useful collecting the trolleys for Tesco like other retards. Take your positivity and your Downs grin, and fuck off. Instead of cutting your hair, your mum should have used a coathanger.

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Nominated by: Captain Magnanimous