Edinburgh Arts Festival (2) – “Sound of the Union”

A centrepiece at this year’s Edinburgh Festival is going to be the performance of a choral piece called “Sound of the Union”. Are the Scot’s at last going into song to praise the Act of Union”? Unfortunately not – the Union that’s being praised is the European Union.

The Sound of the Union is a rendition of Burn’s Auld Lang Syne and it’s going to be sung in Gaelic and in all the languages of the EU. It will be performed by a choir of cunts from across the EU and is designed by the organisers to “express concern” at the UK’s departure from the EU. It’s being funded by the SNP who are paying £350,000 to support this year’s annual Edinburgh Shitfest.

And the author of this choral masterpiece, which will no doubt sound like a sack of fighting, randy tom cats amplified through a cunt trumpet? Well, he’s about as British, Scottish and European as they come. Come forward and take a bow, Emeka Ogboh, a Nigerian who lives in Germany.

Mr Ogboh has said that his choral piece is designed as a homage to the EU citizens that did not “have their voice heard” in the EU referendum (ie. because they were not British). He also said, “You can’t talk about Brexit without talking about migration.”

Auld Lang Syne is a dismal dirge in any language, let alone the languages of the EU and Gaelic (a language spoken by absolutely no one at all in Scotland and by 14 people in Ireland).

When will these nut jobs realise they lost the referendum and fuck off?

Eurotrash of the highest order and a huge pile of cunt. I suppose Mr Ogboh is an artist of sorts – but his usual medium is piss.

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Nominated by – MMCM

Chris Bryant MP (4)

Tony Blair is envious of that grin.

An emergency cunting for this pansy ex-vicar, Labour MP for the Rhondda, who has seen fit to republish a cartoon, again questioning the intelligence of Brexit voters:

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You have to wonder at his mental faculties, that he insults a majority of his constituency and numerous ex Red Wall voters. Perhaps Dame Keir knows he can’t win, so encourages all his nancy boys and race baiters to come out of their loony bins, so he can blame them, rather than himself, when it all goes tits up again.

As for Bryant and his rictus grin, why does he (and Adonis and Mandy) think that sniffing and licking and worse round another blokes arsehole makes him superior to the rest of us. What a cunt.

Nominated by – W. C. Boggs

Yvette Cooper (7) and her devastating tales of immigration woes.

Apparently migrants are held in unacceptable conditions once they get out of their rubber dinghies. Oh dear.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-58019981

”Committee chairwoman and Labour MP Yvette Cooper wrote in a letter to Home Secretary Priti Patel that the holding room facility where migrants first arrive was “clearly unfit” for purpose.
She wrote: “Most people were sitting or lying on a thin mattress and those covered almost the entirety of the floor including the aisles between seats.
“Sharing these cramped conditions were many women with babies and very young children alongside significant numbers of teenage and young adult men.”

Perhaps the oh so caring Yvette should have a look at the homeless in her constituency of Castleford and surrounds. She might also enquire about the grooming undoubtedly going on there. And who is doing it.

Then she might consider why these people, coming from unspeakable shitholes over 2000 miles away can cross at least one and more likely numerous EU countries, which are not unspeakable shitholes, pay 1000s of Euros and risk their own and their children’s lives to be housed in basic accomodation in the UK. She might also like to consider where the fucking money they pay comes from.

France might be full of cunts but it isnt war torn. Neither is Spain, Italy, Greece and all points west to the Channel.

So let your heart bleed, Yvette. Then give a thought to British people and fuck the migrants.

Nominated by – Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Seconded by – the same Cuntstable Cuntbubble. Hmm

Racial disparity in policing and good old Yvette Cooper, again.

https://www.expressandstar.com/news/uk-news/2021/07/30/mps-racial-disparity-in-policing-remains-two-decades-after-lawrence-inquiry/

”Our inquiry has also identified persistent, deep-rooted and unjustified racial disparities in key areas including a confidence gap for BME communities, lack of progress on BME recruitment, problems in misconduct proceedings and unjustified racial disparities in stop and search. In those areas, we propose urgent action”

Let’s have look at these disparities.
Confidence gap in BME communities? Might have something to do with the inherent criminality of these communities perhaps?
BME recruitment? As far as I can see standards are ever lowered to encourage the cunts to join.
Stop and search? Well fuck me, the cunts are stabbing each other daily and preventing it is racist? There is also a figure, which an erudite cunter may know exactly, that a black Londoner is something like 9 times more likely to be a criminal than a white counterpart of the same age.

Yes, the racist cops have a lot to answer for.

Anita Rani’s Strictly nightmare

Not to be confused with the Rani from Doctor Who.

This tragic tale of injustice brought a tear to my fucking eye: Link

If only Anita Rani had been born in a country that could have given her a first-class education (for example, Bradford Girls’ Grammar School and the University of Leeds), rather than some third world shitpit where she left school at eight…

If only Anita Rani had been born in a country that had provided her with a job-for-life at its national broadcaster (for example, Cuntryfile and Woman’s Hour on the BBC), rather than busting her tits in a rice field 14-hours a day until checking out at 25 from dysentery…

If only Anita Rani had been born in a country where she could have sympathetic articles written about her in a nationally available magazine, raising her social media profile, potentially increasing sales of her book…

If only Anita Rani had been born in a country that offered equal opportunities to immigrants and their progeny, no matter how chippy and ungrateful they were…

If only Anita Rani had been born in a country recognised as being institutionally not racist…

If only Anita Rani hadn’t been born in a country where skin colour prohibits your life chances…

If only Anita Rani hadn’t been born in a country where white, working class boys unquestionably have everything handed to them on a gilded plate…

If only Anita Rani hadn’t been born in a country governed by robe-garbed, cross-burning, white supremacists…

…she definitely would have whipped all those honkies and smashed Strictly.

Nominated by – Cunty McCunt

 

Nose Pickers

Seriously if you people keep nominating things like this I’m ending up on some sort of register for having to find images.

IsAC regulars will know that I make passing references to the dangers of travelling on buses. We’re all familiar with the nuisance that loonies, mobile phone cunts, phantom farters and the like can bring.

To this catalogue cunts, allow me to add nose pickers. Yesterday I was out for a walk when heavy rain forced me to take a bus back. I found myself seated opposite to a hoody-wearing scratter, who fumbled about with his mobile phone in his left hand, while indulging in an enthusiastic, nay, ruthless and prolonged assault on his nostrils with his other hand.

Now all of us indulge in the occasional bit of surreptitious hooter-rooting when no-one else is about, but bloody hell, this cunt could compete at Olympic level if the event was ever recognised.

I was utterly appalled, yet at the same time horribly fascinated, by the absolute dedication shown by this cockhead to his pastime, not to mention his utter lack of social awareness.

He appeared to have the whole process down to what can only be termed a fine art. A finger up the left nostril *root root* for a couple of minutes, then chew nail, presumably to savour the barbecue flavour of a bogey. Switch to other nostril and repeat, pausing occasionally to give the finger a sly wipe on the seat.

After about fifteen minutes of this, I happened to catch the eye of a woman in the next but one seat along, and from then on it became a struggle for both of us to avoid bursting out laughing at the activity of Concorde Nose.

It proved too much for me when our friend then inserted his little finger into his ear and started rummaging about there, before plucking out what I presume was a lump of wax. I just about lost it, and had to get off three stops early, rain or not.

Apparently nose picking can be a form of habitual, compulsive behaviour. There’s even a term for it; rhinotillexomania. Well this cockwomble’s an absolutely nailed-on rhinotillexomaniac, and no mistake. Pity that he can’t indulge in his nasty, obsessive compulsive behaviour in the privacy of his own home.

Oh and by the way, there is a shorter word for a rhinotillexomaniac. It’s ‘cunt’.

Nominated by – Ron Knee