A hilarious Cunting for the remoaners “Brexit; People’s Vote Coalition”, the members, the campaigning staff, the organisers and the chairman, yup, the whole bally fucking lot of ’em!

Now here is why, it seems not happy with their Chairman Roland Rudd ( I know, a prime example of cunt by name, cunt by nature! ) all the people involved decided to have a ‘people’s vote people’s vote’ about how their campaign is run as there is discord among the troops about how Roland is steering the ship, so by way of a show of hands it ended up with a vote of no confidence for poor old Roland.

Guess what, a spokesperson for Mr Rudd described the vote as a “complete nonsense” and “This vote has absolutely no legal weight whatsoever, and the fact remains that we will be pushing ahead with the changes announced,” they said.

So surprise surprise, the person running Brexit; The People Vote campaign, which has numbers in the millions, isn’t respecting the will of its members, although in fairness it was the staff and other coalition leaders voting, but still, does this sound familiar anyone? I wonder why. I’m shocked after the vote of no confidence Roland didn’t ask for another vote as perhaps the people voting against him didn’t know what they were voting for, still no need I guess, he just ignored the result anyway!

You couldn’t make this shit up, Roland Rudd chairman of Brexit; The People’s Vote coalition didn’t even respect the votes of his own members. This shower are basically the personification of everything they think they stand for but don’t, they are quite simply anti-democratic hypocrites of the highest order as this fiasco proves.

I hope the irony of all this is not lost on these traitorous cunts!

Fuck off!

Nominated by Coolforcunts

Identity Politics

‘I’m pink therefore I’m gammon’. Great play on words. And how profound -capturing the supposed prejudices of the older white male. But wait I am lesbian therefore I have pink hair. Or I am gay so I read Pink News. I’m black therefore my ancestors were slaves. And that ‘colours’ my whole political outlook now. What am I getting at here?
Something in Chesterton where he said ‘We cannot controvert because we cannot even converse’. Meaning there is no OBJECTIVE standard anymore from which we can gauge the rightness of an argument or indeed the wrongness. Its all just the The Personal.
Cool Hand Luke suffered from ‘a distinct lack of communication’. But yes with all the talk of ‘communication skills’ it really is that: NO COMMUNICATION between people, groups. That’s where identity politics is taking us- the breaking down of all rules of communication.
To make my point again-‘Interpersonal skills’ people talk of as being important. But if you see the world only from the perspective of your Personal Identity then you don’t need these ‘skills’ because (in your head) the only people you can really communicate with are people who have a similar identity to you. We must get beyond our identity, look beyond our sexuality, race, gender if Society is not to break down all together.

Nominated by Miles Plastic

The cunt is the figurehead of the BBC policy to saturate our screens with secunt-rate comedians in the hope that one comedy will stand out and become a cash cow. McCuntyre is spectacularly unfunny. He relies on the fetid turd of stale observational comedy, dressed up with faux energy and being zany (cunt).

“Have you ever noticed that Mock the Week is the audition show for cuntish comics?”

His model of comedy is a relic of the last century and screams light entertainment, which is cunt speak for wafer-thin talent.

See also Tom Allen, Russell Howard….

Nominated by I-cunt-get-you-outta-my-head

A cunting for – the Lincolnshire press (bear with me..). Now I’m such a cunt that I live in the infamous Boston, Lincolnshire; a place where we have to have street signs in about 15 European languages asking our fine ethnic visitors not to a) drink alcohol, b) shoot up, c) drop your kex any old where and drop a steaming turd in the middle of the pavement; I kid you not.

Now this has been going on for donkeys years to the point where the few English fuckers left are past caring; yet the local papers and TV news insist on reporting the many, many instances of these kind of shenanigans without any reference whatsoever to the fact that the retards responsible sure as hell ain’t English.

Just another reason my piss boils whenever I hear some smug Islington cunt lecturing us thicko Brexit voters about how racist we are; unfortunately while your immigrants may be able to make a top-drawer skinny mocha soy latte for you, the only skills ours seem to be able to manage is the superhuman ability to drink 14% Polish lager for breakfast on the park benches and dropping some truly jaw-dropping chocolate bombs in the kids’ sandpit. Oh and drink-driving, they’re fucking ace at that.

Cunts one and all.

Nominated by Cunting virgin

Although on closer inspection the first story I find is an English bloke taking a shit on a dead hedgehog!!!!!

https://www.theregister.co.uk/2011/09/13/lincolnshire_incident/

Cancer scare tactics are a cunt.
Many of us have suffered a family loss to this disease. It’s awful. However, the corporate tactic to raise money is like rubbing salt in the wound, because of the cavalier way statistics are quoted and presented.
I saw some tv recently, and I saw the statistic being touted of “1 in 2 of us in the UK will get cancer in our lifetime”.
The delivery of this statistic relies on the context of emotional distress, usually after a harrowing real life story. Of course the reality is terrible, I’m not suggesting otherwise.
However, I would say that there is a massive fucking difference between implying that half the population are definately getting the disease so pay up cos you might need our help, and saying that the average person has a fifty percent chance of contracting the disease in their lifetime.
Let’s not forget that this statistic also includes all the different cancers, many of which are already treatable, or benign, or the fact that many elderly people die anyway despite having an age related cancer.
Having a fifty percent chance also means that not getting it at all is also a possible outcome, for each person, individually.
This is no doubt the work of advertising executives, those soulless cunts who set loose the chuggers on our streets, and set about cold calling the elderly. I think drawing on people’s fear of death is an awful thing to coolly employ as a marketing tactic. Raising money for these things is obviously necessary but I think it should be done openly and honestly.
People would give to a cause like cancer research even if marketing execs didn’t imply they were next.
I suppose it’s too much to expect a marketing exec to comprehend that at least some humans are capable of empathy.
Perhaps this is also one of those subjects we’re not allowed to speak realistically about, and doing so just means that one is a cunt.

Nominated by Cuntflap