ROYAL MAIL:

A Post-even-earlier-for-Xmas, first (or second) class cunting please for the pusillanimous Royal Mail who have announced today (very quietly), that due to “the virus” (what else?) that they are stopping Saturday deliveries “until further notice” (i.e. for ever).

Royal Mail stops Saturday post deliveries until further notice

I can only assume Royal Mail’s medical officer is an even bigger genius than Chris Whitty – they obviously know that postmen are more likely to contract the lurgi on Saturdays – much more likely than Monday to Friday.

Though not yet stated, I assume a similar excuse will be found for post box collections and post offices as well.

It has been clear for years that Royal Mail want to reduce services to save money and maximise their profits. Why can’t they just say so, rather than hide behind Covid19, which all the shit companies are using as a generic excuse for lousy service.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Royal Mail

What fuckin’ slimy cunts. What a great time to suspend Saturday deliveries – a Saturday before a Bank Holiday. They say it’s only temporary during the current crisis but we all know where this is likely to end up as they’ve been looking to stop Saturday deliveries for some time. It’s in response to staff requests to help ease pressure, they say. Now, like many public services today, I’ve nothing against the coal face workers. Your average postie by and large does a decent job but Royal Mail management have been fuckin’ up for many years starting with Adam Crozier. I’m not generally in favour of privatisation for public services but it’s time the whole workload was thrown open to private delivery.
At the threat of this, Royal Mail would soon be reintroducing Saturday deliveries.
Make the cunts compete. Delivery services near me are fuckin’ awful at the moment and the cunts need shocking into action.

Nominated by Bertie Blunt Tory Cunt

A timely cunning please for the “high street” (though most branches are closed) banks and their hideous and insipid TV adverts.

You know who I mean: Barclays, Lloyds, Nat West, Halifax, Nationwide, Co-op.

All their dim and dozy looking staff are sitting at home with their pets and imploring us to use their online services (as if we don’t already and haven’t done for years) but also assuring us that these smashing guys’n’dolls are ready to step in and help us out at any time. By doing what exactly?

What heroes they are these cupid stunts.

Meanwhile their bosses are busy NOT lending money to struggling small businesses which the government pledged to help just as they did for these toss-pot banks who would otherwise have gone bust in 2008. Cunts.

Nominated by Lord Helpuss

Selective millennial griefjackers are cunts.
OK, all griefjackers are cunts, but this particular breed are the creme de la crap.
It’s quite obvious now that any ‘tributes’ or ‘eulogies’ a deceased celebrity gets all depends on how much social media coverage can be gained from it and how much notice and ‘likes the ‘grieving’ cunts get. A perfect example is the relatively recent deaths of Caroline Flack and Scott Walker. Flack was a typical talent-free famous for being famous modern celebrity and reality TV show ‘star’. Walker was a genius and one of the greatest artists of his time. But apart from one or two mentions from real musicians, Scott barely got a word, either on shitty social media or the national media. But she goes from in trouble with the law tabloid fodder to Saint Caroline Of The Blessed Flack Of Arc is suddenly elevated to Lady Di (which was bad enough) status and a nation ‘grieves’. The current passing of the likes of Norman Hunter, Eddie Large, Honor Blackman and Tim Brooke Taylor have gone by without hardly a word. I mean, why are the social media mongs going to bother about the likes of them when they will get more ‘followers’ and ‘points’ by clapping the NHS? It has nothing to do with paying tributes or grief. It is all about what’s trendy and what these attention seeking cunts can get out of it. And although the likes of Bites Yer Legs , the gorgeous (as was) Avenger and the late Goodie are virtually ignored, just wait and see what happens when the next Z-Lister or Love Island cunt pops their clogs. Jesse ‘by name and by nature’ Lingard will be ‘paying tribute’ for a start. Lingard shamelessly and publicly wet himself over Flack (a person he had never met), but I bet he doesn’t even know who Norman Hunter was. Cunt.

Nominated by Norman

A phoenix-from-the-ashes, Rocky-level comeback cunting from me please for Julie Hesmondhalgh. This is the “actress” who, as well as looking like a 70-year-old bag lady even though she’s in her forties, played tranny gender-bender Hayley Crapper on Coronation Street for decades, earning herself awards galore and luvvie tongues inserted in every orifice for being “brave, pioneering” etc. etc., i.e. all the usual left-wing hand-wringing toss.

She’s now come out and said, in true lefty fashion, that of course she would refuse the role if offered it today as it’s offensive to tranny freaks. Funny that – much like the #MeToo set she knew perfectly well what the score was at the time, and was more than happy to reap the vast sums of cash and plaudits going – much like Rose and co, not so principled as to offer to pay it all back though now are we Julie?

What a prize virtue-signalling cunt. And lest we forget she’s also a card-carrying member of the we-love-Greta set as evidenced by this hilarious cringefest:

Compelling short film “Help”, made for #GlobalClimateStrike – plus interview with director and producer.

That’s some grade-A gayness right there. Cunt.

Nominated by Cuntan the Cuntarian

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