as been replaced by cunt behaviour.

Proof, if proof is needed that the reserved British stiff upper lip and decorum in social interaction has finally been dragged down to the lowest common denominator, here is a story in my local online ‘rag’ that confirms it:

kent online

Just look at the shit queueing up for cheap ‘tats’
Sports Direct account holders…all of them

I am ashamed this is what the level of sophistication the British public have come down to…I blame Blair and his ‘cool Britannia’ ideals.

Nominated by Chuff Chugger.

I’m not yet retired, but I can see it on the horizon. As such, I’ve started watching YT videos about how and when to transition from working full time to being a cunt of leisure full time. Some videos encourage you to retire as soon as possible, while others tell you to never, ever retire. What to do?

Many of the videos touch upon what having a full time job provides. Income obviously, but also work related benefits, a purpose, a life structure and to a degree, some (work related) social interaction. By definition, not having a full time job means not having those things:

• No earned income, so you’d better have enough saved. How much is enough?
• No benefits, so you at least better get your health insurance someplace else. Is the Yank system of Medicare and Medicaid any good or are they as shit as the NHS? What are they? What do they provide? How do they work? Fuck knows!
• No purpose in life. Your career skills, knowledge and experience no longer have direction and meaning. Oh dear.
• No life structure around being employed. It’s the end of the TGIF feeling, cramming everything into a Saturday so you have at least one day to relax. But Sundays always feel different (worse) because you’re back to work the next day. When you’re retired, that sense of urgency and some days having a certain feel is over. Every day must feel exactly the same. Do they?
• I work remotely so have never met any of the people I currently work with. One or two are OK, but the rest can all fuck off. No great loss if I’m honest.

To combat this sense of being cast adrift, some videos make some suggestions for transitioning into retirement.

Part-time work:
Corporate America is a vicious, back stabbing, hypocritical, hostile, stressful and toxic place. I’m really looking forward to not having to deal with that anymore. So I don’t think this is an option for me.

Hobbies:
My main hobby is collecting music. I don’t need more time to do that. I like playing video games too. Not sure that’s a hobby. The enjoyment of doing anything though is in part determined by its finite duration. If you could do whatever you wanted for as long as you wanted, would it be as enjoyable and fulfilling? I could start a new hobby of course, but I’m not that handy. I really only have two hand skills. After working in IT for 30+ years, one of those skills is obviously typing. Not sure the other ‘skill’ counts as a hobby and it certainly isn’t new. ?

Volunteering:
Just fuck right off. I’m not helping anyone for free. That’s just not going to happen. Admittedly, I do have a head full of skills, knowledge and experience, but I absolutely refuse on principle to use any of it to help anyone who’s not paying me.

Cultivating friendships:
Some videos suggest cultivating friendships now which will last into retirement and provide social outlets once retired. Trouble is, I don’t like most people and actively avoid being in the company of others. Being around other humans invariably leads to small talk which I perceive as an interrogation without purpose. I don’t want to be questioned about what I do (did), where I live, where I go on holiday or what my kids do (I don’t have any – thank fuck). Equally, I’m not interested in other people’s interests or life story. I just don’t care. Leave me the fuck alone!

Travel:
Travel seems to be popular with retirees. The catch here is, Mrs. Yank is several years my junior so she’ll be working full time and earning a wedge for quite a while before she retires. Good. She also works from home so will be under my fucking feet 24×7 when I have fuck all else to do. Bad. So me getting out of the house might extend her life expectancy. Seems a little selfish though to raid the retirement fund for my own first class flights, 5 star hotels, crack cocaine and high class hookers, but we all have to make sacrifices somewhere. ?

So there you have it. Keep working and piss more of your healthy years up the wall for an employer who doesn’t give a shit or quit the rat race and have nothing to do, nowhere to go and no one to enjoy it with?

Retirement is (potentially) a cunt. What say you?

YouTube.

Nominated by : Imitation Yank

So this is more climate change bollocks Jeezum?, C.A.

Actually, that’s a headline I made up, so don’t panic just yet.

However, this news item seems to indicate that, due to a poor hop harvest, there may be a shortage of ale, folks.

It’s all due to climate change, naturally.
Stock up now, Lidl/Aldi do decent beverages at reasonable prices, maybe buy the Missus a bottle of Country Cream, too.

Fuck em all.

shift environment

Nominated by Jeezum Priest.

is becoming a cunt.

Looking around the stacked shelves of the booze Isle in any leading supermarket one could be forgiven for believing that all is well in the world for those wishing to partake in a drink or two.

However, dark forces are at work! the bastards. Mrs E/cunt as now decided she prefers Rose pinot grigio to the white version. Tastes like fucking flower petals to me but hey ho she is drinking it.

Anyway whilst looking for it I noticed the alcohol content on the bottle, 10.5%.
That’s low I thought remembering seeing it has 13% on the white bottles.

Any how I decided to check the white wines, fuck me 10.5 % was the norm. This got my gander up so off I went checking the whole fucking Isle like a wino with withdrawal symptoms.

Stella 4.6% used to be 5% Kronenbourg the same, Barley wine 7.7 % used to be 10%. Same with the spirits. Now they dropped Gin down to 37% from 40% a while ago but I saw some at 35% and Brandy.

I could go on many more examples even Special Brew down.

Nanny fucking state is my guess. Why can’t the cunts just leave things alone.
Bastards have made chocolate bars the size of minis and a bag of crisps barely has enough in for a sandwich, all in the name of obesity. Robbing the public blind more like.

Bastards burn in hell fire whoever is responsible.

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Nominated by Everyonesacunt.

“Good afternoon. This is IsAC’s Sexual Matters Correspondent Ron Knee reporting.
Today I bring you the cautionary tale of Pablo the ‘gender fluid’ dachshund, who has inadvertently caused a bit of a rumpus down Cambridgeshire way.

The saga began in 2023, during a meeting of Cambridgeshire County Council’s LGBTQ+ whatever employment group. A certain Gleicon Analha (such an appropriate surname) introduced his mutt Pablo to the group. Pablo had been dressed in a fetching little frock for the occasion, and Mr Anal (for he most certainly is) announced that the pooch was indeed ‘gender fluid’.

A social worker (lesbian, natch) by the name of Elizabeth Pitt responded ‘your dog’s male!’, a statement which was backed up by another colleague. This prompted Anal to claim that Lizzie’s comments were ‘transphobic’, and left others ‘shaking, feeling threatened and horrified by such disrespectful comments’. Yes really.

As a result of Anal’s preposterous whining, Pitt was subjected to disciplinary action by the Council, but wasn’t prepared simply to bend over and take it. No, she took the Cuntsil to a tribuneral, citing harassment and discrimination based on her gender critical views. What’s more she won her case, leaving the Council to reflect on the fact that it had to fork out £52k in damages plus £8k in costs.

So who am I actually calling out here? Well clearly the anally retentive Mr Analha, for dressing up his pooch and transferring his fixations on to it, and then acting like a lump of quivering jelly and taking a right hissy fit when it was pointed out that Pablo was, well, a doggy, and a boy one at that. Then the Council clearly needs a kick up the arse for taking disciplinary action against an employee in response to such ludicrous snowflakery.

In closing, let’s spare a thought for poor little Pablo, whose thoughts and feelings seem to have been completely overlooked in all the hoo-ha. The whole experience must have left him really traumatised, and we can only hope that he’s been receiving the counselling and support he needs to recover. A bone and a leg of any gender to hump might help too.

This is Ron Knee, for IsAC, returning you to the studio”.

Daily Fail

Nominated by Ron Knee.