“I’m about this much of a cunt.”

Jeremy Hunt is still a cunt, isn’t he.

“We did a massive amount of work to prepare the NHS for this kind of situation.”
Psh.

Why was no action taken on the Cygnus report?
“…erm….We need to learn from other countries.”

Not that well-prepared then.

If this namby-pamby fecal stain of a man had done his job instead of sitting with his tadger in his hand, dreaming of being PM to bring back fox-hunting, 16th century dentistry, and fuck knows what, we might be better-prepared for this Chinese Virus. For him (and other leadership-loser, Rory Bubbles the Chimp) to recently fulminate Johnson about reacting to the Chînky Flu is a bit fucking ripe. Hunt’s NHS legacy is cringeworthy.

Listen sugarpuffs, The NHS absolutely loathes you.

Remain voter (horribly), lover of the EU (probably), lover of the cock (possibly), hater of foxes (evidently) husband of a Chînk (certainree), ambitious but talentless, shameful little cockroach (definitely), Jeremy Hunt, you are a cunt.

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous

Shit like this

‘Is this a fever? Is this just allergies?
Caught in a lockdown, no escape from the family’
Coronavirus Rhapsody (after Queen, of course)

‘I need toilet paper, toilet paper, toilet paper
I need toilet paper, it’s my Corona’
My Corona (after The Knack)

Etc., etc., etc., ad nauseam.
It’s a ‘for fuck’s sake, give it a rest’ cunting for Coronavirus song parodies. Somebody somewhere had what seemed like a bright idea to cheer us punters up in our time of trial. Take a popular song and bastardise it with an ‘amusing’ lyric on the dreaded ‘C’ word theme.
Okay, I’ll grant that the first few to appear were fairly amusing, just like the first few Hitler ‘Downfall’ parodies. Now every cunt and his dog wants to get in on the act on soshul meeja, and is under the impression that he’s the new Stephen Sondheim. Now these fucking things are spreading like a plague of locusts, faster than the virus itself it seems, and I’ve got news for their creators; they’re becoming more irritating than a nasty little rash on the privates.

Put a sock in it will you, you cunts. If another one of these damn things pops up on my computer screen I’m going to put my foot through it and send the bill to Youtube.

Nominated by Ron Knee

( Please note that our resident songster Chas C has issued a statement to his fan saying he won’t be joining in with this as there isn’t any money in it )

Stay Home. Protect the NHS. Save Lives.#StayHomeSaveLives @NHSuk pic.twitter.com/AIN4AzwNcR

— Jack Grealish (@JackGrealish) March 28, 2020

Jack Grealish
IsAC regulars will be aware that, for my sins, I’m an Aston Villa supporter. Following in the footsteps of my dad and grandad, I attended my first game at Villa Park in 1958, a 3-0 win over Burnley. The programme from that match hangs in a claret and blue frame on my wall, and I’ve been to goodness knows how many games home and away since. We’ve occasionally hit the heights over the years, but for the most part, following the Villa hasn’t been easy. It’s been a labour of love, not about the pursuit of glory.
Having laid out my Villa ‘credentials’ so to speak, you’ll understand my pain with regard to this particular cunting, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. I’m calling out Villa star Jack Grealish for making a twat of himself and bringing the club into disrepute (again).
Grealish recently put a post on soshul meeja, strongly urging his followers to adhere to government advice during the Coronavirus emergency; to stay home, only leave for essentials such as food and medicines, and observe ‘social distancing’. Good work Jack, you might think, that’s a responsible thing to do. However, what did ‘Brain of Britain’ candidate Jacko then do only a few hours later? Why, he went to what reports are calling a ‘late night party’ at the home of former Villa waste of space Ross McCormack. On leaving the party, he crashed his Range Rover, damaging two other cars in the process. I assume that in so doing, hypocrite Jack has broken club stipulations on player behaviour at the moment.
Grealish has since apologised for his ‘stupidity’. The word is that Villa are fining him £150k, which is going straight to charity. Now Grealish has shown this season that he’s a very fine player, with the potential to become an exceptional one, and it seemed that he’d matured, leaving his ‘Jack the Lad’ reputation behind. Now he’s gone and shot himself in the foot again, demonstrating that he’s another potential role model who just can’t quite step up. He says that he’s sorry for what he’s done, but is it a case of regret at being found out?
Made yourself look a bit of a cunt again, haven’t you Jack?

Nominated by Ron Knee

Self-isolation being a bit of a cunt, earlier today the wife and I decided to venture out for a little walk, which Government advice states is permissible. Common sense told us to limit the walk to half an hour, and not take the car to venture further afield. In effect, this led us to take a stroll around the local park, strictly observing ‘social distancing’ etiquette in the process, of course. Naturally enough, plenty of other locals had been thinking along similar lines, so it was a case of more people, equals more dog-walkers, equals more dog shit lying about the place.

However, the odd, even slightly bizarre factor in this, was that almost all of the crap left about had been put into little black bags by the pooch owners. So far, so good, but these bags of shit hadn’t then been disposed of responsibly – they’d just been left scattered about the park in their dozens; on the grass, on the paths, hanging like macabre decorations from bushes and railings, even in the fenced-off toddlers play area.

Now a pooch may well be a most amiable companion, but his social skill set is basically limited to guzzling, chasing sticks, sniffing other dogs’ arses, trying to hump any available leg and…shitting. He can’t pick up his own crap, even if his muttish mind could possibly conceive the need to, so it’s up to his/her owner to observe the niceties. Sadly, it seems that while many owners feel guilty enough these days to bag up their dog’s crap, their conscience and sense of responsibility does not extend to taking it away with them, even simply as far as the nearest bin.

You might think that as we are gripped by the greatest public health crisis most of us have ever experienced, people would display a heightened sense of awareness about matters of hygiene. Apparently not, and large numbers of dog owners continue to display the same sense of selfishness and lack of consideration for others that they’ve always done. They own the dogs, but not the mess. It’s left lying about in those ubiquitous little bags, festering away. It’s somebody else’s problem.

Anti-social dog owners are oafish cunts; thanks for what is literally a sack of shit.

Nominated by Ron Knee