Emily Thornberry (5)

Let’s hear it one more time for this morbidly obese, desperate, middle-aged woman, on her last go-around in her attempts to curry favour with the common people (as she sees them) who could give her the leadership of the Labour party. I rather feel the old bag dropped the ball today however, since she believes “we” should continue to fund Mr & Mrs. Hewitt’s extravagent lifestyle when they leave Royalty half behind:

https://politicshome.com/news/uk/political-parties/labour-party/news/109013/emily-thornberry-says-taxpayers-should-continue

Typically for a loony Labour madam, the old bitch thinks everything should be paid for out of the public’s purse. I wonder if she would agree to give up her “expenses” and inflated salary to make a contribution to the plain and pricey couple’s desire to have the best of both worlds?

I suspect old Em realises that she is unlikely to scrape together the 22 nominations she needs by tomorrow, and hope this Royal arse-licking will not go unnoticed by the Blair clone who will take over. It’s bad enough reading Thornberry’s remarks – I had the misfortune to hear them, in her usual condescending, unctuous manner.

Fuck her (no, I’d pass on that one.)

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Sound of 2020 (BBC Shite)

The BBC’S “Sound of 2020” deserves a cunting.

The winning act in question being Celeste. No, I’ve not heard of the cunt either!?!

This work-shy yank has a voice like the air escaping from the pinched valve of a balloon but – of course – she does tick a few boxes on the totem pole of oppression, which is far more important than musical ability.

The BBC “Sound of (insert year here)” award has a panel of independent judges who make the decision. I’m assuming they only got photos and “back stories” of the nominees this year? Mind you, what do you expect from a panel that previously selected screeching Sam “I’m non-binary, please buy my records!” Smith and the fish wife Adelephant.

Next year’s winner will no doubt be a trans who can’t sing, but who can make a catchy popping sound by squeezing a ping-pong ball out of their inverted cock cunthole!

Cunts!

Nominated by Rebel without a Cunt!

The Fourth Plinth

The fourth plinth….

‘A giant swirl of replica whipped cream topped with a cherry, a fly and a drone is set to appear in central London for the next year two years.

Heather Phillipson’s sculpture, titled THE END, will be unveiled on the Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square on the 26th of March.’

London of course. What the fuck has this grandiose piece of wank got to do with anything? The END? Of what exactly, or am I too thick to work it out? We have had dead fish, beds with the wet patch and dog ends all trumpeted as art and fuck knows what else. Do these cunts live on the same planet as me, or am I just a thick cunt?

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Take a look at this ever-so insightful pile of turd about this ‘art’ coming out of the mouth of some National Gallery twat – Admin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6rQFI4IRv0

Loony left ‘Newspeak’

In his nightmarish dystopian novel ‘1984’, George Orwell introduced the concept of ‘Newspeak’, a propagandistic language whereby a totalitarian regime sought to diminish the range of speech for political purposes.

It’ll come as news to no one that for years, the loony left has sought to foist its own version of ‘Newspeak’ onto us. Having lost the economic argument, they’ve sought to move the battle into the area of cultural values, and have blighted the world with ‘identity politics’. As part and parcel of this, Cultural Marxists have set out to forge a politically charged language as a weapon to discredit and intimidate opponents, and to police people’s opinions. They aim to control the agenda by controlling the terms of expression; do that, and they control YOU.

Take a simple, everyday example. You think the idea of a sex-change ‘Dr Who’ is against the programme’s ethos, that it’s simply daft. Oh no,no, no. According to the programme’s former supremo Steven Muppet, sorry Moffat, your thinking’s not ‘radical’, not ‘progressive’. You’ve got a problem with your outlook grandad, things have moved on. A mundane example perhaps, but things can get a lot more vicious and sinister. Are you bemused by the whole issue of ‘fluid gender’ and ‘transgenderism’, and find it all a bit, well, odd? Be very careful in what you say, or you’ll be hounded for being ‘transphobic’. Concerned about the changes that mass immigration is bringing to your community and your culture, and worried about the impact it has on housing, education and other vital services? ‘Racist! bigot! xenophobe! No platform for hate speech!’ Yes, free speech is ‘hate speech’ unless you sing from the loony left songsheet.

‘Newspeak’ has proved to be a potent weapon when it comes to closing down expression of any view which is at odds with the prevailing orthodoxy of the loony left. Who wants to be smeared as an Islamophobe and a far right extremist for making the perfectly reasonable suggestion that Muslims seem reluctant to integrate and engage with Western values?

Happily, all is not lost it seems. I’d argue that loony tunes lefties have, as John Major put it, ‘over-egged the pudding’. Ironically, their weapon has been blunted by bludgeoning over-use. Just as no one is influenced these days by terms such as ‘new’, ‘improved’, ‘best ever’ etc, so familiarity with ‘Newspeak’ has bred contempt; its persistent use has become a cliché, and the fruitcakes have ended up shooting themselves in the foot.

As the outcome of the 2019 election demonstrated, people will only tolerate being referred to as bigoted, ignorant and stupid for so long. Ultimately the silent majority found its voice, and showed the finger to these sneering bullies. Predictably, the hissy cry- babies will continue to spit their dummies out, stamp their little feet and wave their Socialist Worker placards while screeching ‘fascist!’ in all directions, but increasingly, they’ll be pissing into the wind.

Don’t bother trying to engage with the cunts; they don’t want to hear your view…they want to ram theirs down your throat. If one of them tells you to ‘check your privilege’, invite them to check their arsehole to see if they can find their own head up it, laugh, then tell them to fuck off. Speak up loudly and we can marginalise these fuckwits as they seek to marginalise us. Maybe ‘cancel culture’ just got cancelled.

Nominated by Ron Knee

Modern Warfare

In the Middle Ages there was what was called the Truce of God. This was to have areas of the country where warfare was banned. Also, days and weeks where battle was forbidden.

‘There’s a little bit of Harry in the air’ when he walks round the camp the night before the Battle of Agincourt. Yes, they all got a night’s sleep before the battle commenced at the specified time in the morning. And it was all hand to hand combat where the military virtues of courage and fortitude were to the fore.

What have we got now? Someone presses a button on a battleship and a cruise missile rockets to its intended target thousands of miles away. Or drone attacks operated from the Pentagon with no personal risk whatsoever. There’s just something obscene about it for me.

Nominated by Miles Plastic

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