I nominate the concept of Black Brotherhood.

The reality is there is no such thing.

If there was then why do black yooves charge around London stabbing each other?

If there was then why do corrupt and cruel African governments suppress their own people often to the point of starvation?

I get sick of hearing about those brave British blacks who are “standing wiv” their black American bruvvers and march on Downing Street as if it is OUR fault that rogue cops killed a black man in the USA. They seem to think this proves that all white folk are somehow racist. What sort of twisted logic is that?

The myth of Black Brotherhood persists because it suits the agenda of cunts such as David Lammy MP and shadow minister, Sir Lenny Henry, great comedian and ambassador of hotel rooms and Kehinde Andrews, Professor of Black Studies and general shut stirrer, who reached the top of their game whilst complaining they were constantly being discriminated against.

They think they represent british blacks. Yet black people are as diverse as white folk and it is ridiculous to suggest they are all of one world view. ALL decent people are against injustice and I am sick of reverse racists trying to make me feel guilty for being white.  Fuck off!

Nominated by Lord Helpuss

Ethnic moaners.

Those of you who know me on this site know that I am a proud Brit, even though my suntan is a damn sight better than most of yours.

LBC (Ferrari – yes, O’Brien – no) has just had some gig economy worker (i.e. cab driver) on moaning and bitching. Now with the economy as it is, I can understand the moaning and bitching. What I can’t stand is the inability to speak English properly. My parents are (or were, in the case of my old dear) Indian but insisted on speaking English properly when here. Hence, my ability to use the word hence. This cunt was like every mini-cab driver I’ve ever used in the smoke, and most of the ones I use here in Leicester, now that I have moved (Moggie, I hear you).

The atrocious English made my ears bleed. ‘I here long time. I no know where I get money from from. My job, I not know.’

Fuck off you cunts. Most of these fuckers have been here for over two decades. That was long enough for my old dear to learn the lingo. Why can’t you, you cunts?

Obviously, I’ve been on the sauce, but cunts are cunts and deserve a cunting.

The cunts.

Nominated by Dark key cunt

A Jumping On The Bandwagon cunting for the lovely, virtue-signalling Meghan, Scourge of Sussex, who has selflessly stepped back from obscurity to inform the world of her support for BLM and Choking George. It’s been ‘devastating’ for her apparently and she remembers the LA riots as a child, something of which I have no doubt, because she ain’t exactly royal stock – a classic biatch from South Central if ever I saw one. The sooner Phil The Greek hires her a driver, the better.

Nominated by The Stained Gusset

Corona cuts
The media seems to be alive with reports of “guerrilla hairdressers”. They come under cover darkness by appointment, do your hair and sneak out under the cover of darkness.
Living next to a nature reserve I get to see a lot of illicit meetings, the druggies going over to score or use, the alkies going for a quick drink and young girls going to meet men friends.
Obviously this drew my attention ( as a concerned citizen). I noticed that they travel in twos and do each others hair, sometimes with interesting results.
Today I was subjected to my first corona cut, how long has it been 3 months?
Well I have a beard trimmer, don’t use it much and somehow in the last move it became separated from its charging cable, at this point I imagine that you are rightly thinking “Cunt you brought it on yourself” but no I bought a new one from Amazon, so charging it up over night I let Mrs B loose.
Fucking big mistake I will tell you, I am not sure what happened but she is not very hands on; more “Tony and guy” with the clippers and they fucking ran out of charge! leaving me looking like an extra from “Braveheart” I was not impressed, not only did I have half a hair cut but after 3 months of lock down I had an appointment at the vets to have the dog’s anal glands squeezed (my life is great isn’t it)
So I had half a hair cut and had to go out!
Was not a happy bunny, The Amazon charger did not work and I ended up taking the house apart trying to find the original charger, which eventually I did in a box of defunct phones and phone chargers.
I have had a truly cunty day, and I had to open the door to a delivery man who kept a straight face.

Nominated by lord benny