I’d like to nominate Sir Ed Davey for an arse licking of the arse lifters cunting.
Sir Ed Davey is typically a Lib Dem MP and has decided to fast for ramalamadingdong in sympathy with British Korandathals during this holier than thou month during lockdown.
As far as I’m aware, the cunts spend all day between sun rise and sunset abstaining from bacon and sausages, then, as soon as the sun disappears over the horizon, fill their beardy mouths full of sheep guts and the like , to the point of near Mr Creosote proportions.
This cunt Davey had the options of fasting for Lent, or the Hindu Navratri, but no, he typically navigates to virtue signalling by pandering to the peacefuls in the hope of votes down the line.
What an utter cunt this useful idiot is.

Nominated by Cuntington Smythe

A Schadenfreude-laden nom for the Lib dems.

Not content with humiliating themselves during the general election, or taking funds from manufacturers of hormone blockers to support the trans agenda, the virtue signalling geniuses have taken to social media to show solidarity with the muslims during Ramadan by fasting or, as they would put it, ‘OMG i’m like giving up western stodge for like, Islahhhm, or whatever. Islaaahhm is just… am-aaaazxing’

One of the more gifted councillors, Cambridgeshire’s Ian Manning, signalled his virtue by posting his last pre-Ramadan meal of… eggs and bacon.

I’d like to think they arent all this thick, but i personally know of several Lib dem councillors and supporters on the South coast who have the collective IQ of a tin of beans and barely a part-time job between them. They are utter cunts and thicker than pig shit.

I knew another activist when i was at university who was incapable of finding her way around campus, yet always had an inane grin and was full of idealistic liberal crap.

One of my lecturers (old labour who hated Blairites and had conservative mates) referred to her as one of the many ‘fuckwits’ on our course.

These people are just gigantic shits wearing human skin.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

A cunting for that comic ”struggling for relevance’, Stewart Lee.

In a rather febrile article/rant in his beloved Guardian on three of his betes noir, poor Stewart decides to project his own diminishing comedic currency on the world-famous cultural institution Jeremy Clarkson, ‘a car man in idiot’s trousers’ (me neither) who has apparently been knocked into irrelevance by fast-moving online ‘incels’ (a popular but revealing insult of the lonely left) in a metaphorical Swastika-emblazoned Bugatti Chiron on the highway to the far-right.

Bogeyman of chattering liberals Boris Johnson gets dragged in because he’s a populist, but also a toff who once used the term piccaninnies, and populism means the awful proles have something they can get behind.
Hold the pomander to your nose, Dalston trendies.
Mr Lee then revisits his seething hatred/resentment for the son of a labourer from Reading, a man who has raked in vastly more cash and fame than Lee doing the same job as him, and in half the time, Ricky Gervais.
Gervais is described in the form of a joke, alluding to him walking into a bar with a pile of dogshit (gasp!) on his shoulder (his comedy set), as he monetises the outrage of ‘furious moronic c**ts’.
The irony here is unintended..

To top off his petulance is his long-standing unfamiliarity with historical fact, The former entertainer Mr Lee decided that Aborigines had lived in Australia at least 3 times longer than the archaelogical record shows, but then he’s not too sharp on who lived where and when. He has form in making false comparisons of the immigration of ‘beaker people’, Romans, Saxons and Hugenots to the immigration policy of Blair, and forgets to give the actual figures, the recent influxes being orders of magnitude greater than the historical examples he gives to his tittering hipster thralls.

If only more than a few dozen people read his column, and more than seven attended his symposia… comedy performances, there’d be more enlightened souls to share his profound insights and utterances with, but then space is limited in his Shoreditch haunts, being laughed at by peope who almost certainly delighted in Boris Johnson being hospitalised.

From the hatred exhibited by Mr Lee, it’s not hard to see the appeal he might have for these types.

From’ East London bars I stab at thee, Mr Johnson. From a feminist poetry reading I spit at thee, Mr Gervais.

Gimp.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

Kevin Maguire

Unbelievably this leftist looney hasn’t been cunted in a while. Along with the other cunt Owen I think they should both be cunted on a daily basis.

Anyway the cunt Maguire last week on Sky News Press Preview strategically placed a coffee mug behind himself on the mantelpiece which stated “I STILL HATE THATCHER”. It wasn’t there the week before and I doubt his scruffy house with 1960s decor has been cleaned in the preceding week.

Just noticed my esteemed colleagues @toryboypierce and @Kevin_Maguire are having a Thatcher-off on #SkyPapers tonight. Excellent use of backgrounds ?. pic.twitter.com/3dHXj1vX4f

— Tom Newton Dunn (@tnewtondunn) April 22, 2020

This vile man can’t even let his hatred go after the death of Thatcher from a stroke and her suffering with dementia. May be he just likes to abuse women that cant defend themselves. His IQ squeezing into double digits (above average for a leftist) would have been no match for Thatcher in her prime.

He is like them crazy lefties in the Spanish Civil war that dug up the dead nuns and put them on display. If he did that he would have to be careful though not to confuse Maggies corpse for his wife.

Ah well got that cunt off my chest can now enjoy a nice cup of tea in my cunting Nelson Mandella mug.

Nominated by JustAnotherScouseCunt

holiday Cottage Cunts

I’ve just read this fucking story…..https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8260397/Holiday-home-owners-claimed-50m-taxpayers-cash-intended-help-small-firms-Cornwall.html

So holiday cottage owners who often register their cottages as businesses (but never actually let them out) to avoid paying Council Tax are now claiming 10 grand a piece from the fund meant to help small businesses….utter Cunts.

These Cunts already ruin areas by pricing locals out resulting in schools,pubs etc. being closed due to falling numbers,contribute nothing to the local economy due to the fact that they are only in residence for a couple of weeks of the year, tend to be Townie arseholes who think that owning some former farm labourer’s cottage gives them the right to tramp across any adjoining land they see fit ( the Cunts sharp learn the error of their ways with me)…..the greedy Cunts are now claiming tax-payers money too.

It’s an utter disgrace.

Hope the Cunts put some of their ill-gotten gains to one side to pay for the repairs that their cottage may need after they next visit to discover that their front door has been mysteriously kicked off it’s hinges and several ewes have decided to use it as a lambing shed for a few weeks.

Fuck them.

Nominated by Dick de Pfeffel Foxchaser-Fiddler

I need to get this off my chest before my piss boils over.

My neighbour and her daughter are stupid stupid stupid cunts. I’ve reported the daughter before for repeatedly breaking lockdown and the police were going to have a work (like fuck they did!). The silly bitch has just rolled up outside my house in her motor, fucked about with her phone for the obligatory ten minutes, then leapt out Costa cup in hand, unloaded a rucksack and overnight bag from the boot and merrily trotted off home. FOUR FUCKING NIGHTS she’s been gone!! Ive just had two holidays cancelled and am not allowed to go to the cottage I have on the coast, but this bitch can ignore all that do just what she fucking well likes.

Now, she might be a stupid fucking airheaded snowflake millenial cunt, but what the fuck is it with her parents allowing her to do this??

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What the fuck is it with these people…..?????

Nominated by Dioclese

My neighbours.

It’s bad enough that I’m working from home (at least I’m working, unlike many) but, as a teacher, I’m happy that children have somewhere to go during the day where they can waste my time while I get paid.

However, with the lockdown, my neighbours’ two kids are driving me up the wall. The previous tenants (I live in a flat in Leicester which I own) were a lovely French couple who collected my parcels when I wasn’t in and said hello when I passed them in the corridor.

This lot (I’m assuming a couple with two littl’uns plus a pet elephant – I’ll explain later) I have never seen since before Xmas apart from when I knocked on their door at the start of lockdown to say, if they need anything, to give me a shout. At that time, I met the father and the two kids (before the door was opened, I heard one of the kids say, in Hindi, there’s someone speaking English at the door – now you know what hue of dark I am, if you didn’t before).

Why am I so upset, you may ask. Well, it’s just happened again. I only have one adjoining wall with the cunts but it’s next to my living room and their must be a hallway on their side. The kids are bouncing around all fucking day long, rolling balls (I’m a Physics teacher, I fahkin’ know) and then there’s the elephant. There’s someone in that flat who stomps about (abaaaht) like a fucking burger-eating mother fucker. It can’t be one of the kids (I’ve seen them, primary school at best) so it must be a fucking fat relative – the fifth Joe Daki who DOES eat beef.

Nominated by Dark Key Cunt