A Stars and Stripes Forever Cunting please for bloated, elderly, desperate wannabe American President, Hillary Rodham Clinton. The fat arsed old fuckwit has decided to turn her bloodshot eyes from the States to the other side of the Atlantic, to critique old Boris.

https://www.express.co.uk/news/politics/1190302/brexit-news-boris-johnson-latest-hillary-clinton-prime-minister-queens-speech-eu

The old desperate trout has never got over not being chosen as President last time, and seems to be not making great progress for next, so what better than to try to look international and *important* by fearing for Britain.

As far as I am concerned, the ugly old trollop can shut the fuck up. I don’t want her concern, and I don’t want her anymore than old Bill wanted her when he was fucking the eager interns. Looking at her bloated embalmed face, you can picture the cobwebs round her pissflaps.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

A mammoth, volcano-sized, Gods-balls cunting for Dr Balvinder Mehat, who administered male genital mutilation upon a baby without the parents consent. The evil Granny took the baby to said doctor to be cut, according to her religion, and the first thing the mother knew was she opened the nappy to find blood everywhere.

An equal cunting to the police who have done everything they can to avoid prosecuting the assault by these evil fuckers on a helpless baby, and those heroes for enabling doctors to savage NHS patients with barbarism and ineptitude, the good old General Medical Council who suspended Dr Mehat for a whole fucking month.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-nottinghamshire-40420511

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-nottinghamshire-50015900

Nominated by ShaggawotZ

A cunting for Britain’s underclass.

I know there are people who need help from the state and I don’t begrudge them a penny. Life is hard enough. What makes life harder is the billions of pounds wasted on the idle cunts who say £25,000 a year of dole money is not enough for them to live on, when working families need food banks.

It’s not a cunting for everyone on benefits, but those who can work, and choose not to, even when they have no means of independent support, they rely on the hard work of others to eek out their grubby existence.

I’m also not in any way supporting Tory policies. They are inveterate socialists when it suits ; their bungling over HS2, the F-35 fighter, Chris Grayling handing cash to fake shipping companies and the shit value for money that contractors offer (G4S, Carillion, Capita) is a fucking scandal. I’d slash the funds available to those useless, wasteful cunts as well.

I also believe in us retaining a trace of compassion. Let the NHS deal with the disabled benefits and Work Capability assessments, and get rid of contractors (again) like Atos. Some things need to be done by the state.

On that note, some of those who might think voting Corbyn would ensure them free money for life might take notes from Romanians under the Ceaucescu regime; they were given housing, but they were also given work.

When the commissars come to put the idle on state-requisitioned buses to work on building sites, water treatment plants, or recycling tips, will they be rejoicing and posting pictures of their multicoloured fingernails ‘looking on-fleek’ to social media?

I’m sure Corbyn would never suggest it; what good is giving your new voter base jobs if they are terrified of work?

Better to follow Denmark’s example and give the idle what they want under a market economy with a squeezed middle class. We’re pretty much there as it is. Corbynov will just siphon off more from everyone.

Just remember not to tax the rich so much they decide to fuck off and you see your tax revenue fall.

Are you listening Jeremy? Jeremy?

Too busy having his photo taken with Iranian transsexuals while wearing a beret.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

English people who say this are cunts.

I swear you can’t go in to a coffee shop now without hearing some cunt say, “Can I GET a skinny latte”? What happened to “Can I have a coffee, please”?

This is England, you cunts. Stop this pretentious bollocks please, as it boils my piss every time I hear it. It doesn’t make you sound cool or trendy, it just makes you sound like a cunt. Fair play if you live in the Big Apple or you’re in ‘Friends’, but unfortunately you’re not.

You’re just some fat cunt in a shit coffee shop in the UK.

Nominated by Cunty mcfuckwit

Aisling Bea is a cunt, isn’t she?

As Irish as the potato famine and the car-bomb, I nominate this whiny-voiced, vinegar-faced banshee who’s famous for….erm…well, being on tv panel shows. What she lacks in the looks category, she doesn’t make up for in the accent department. Her strangulated, Irish vowels have the whiff of stale colcannon about them, no doubt the same odour as her unwashed quim.

Her idea of comedy is saying her pre-written “joke” to the host then turning to the audience at the punch line and gurning or saying, “ERRRM while rolling her eyes. Either that or saying, “Aye, dat’s grand.” Hilarious. Psh.

Isn’t it odd that these thin-lipped, caustic comediennes always drop in to their monologues about not having a boyfriend. Hmm, the answer might be more obvious than you think, toots: Shampoo. Oh, the irony. You won’t go out with an ugly bloke, but without your endless make-up you RESMBLE an ugly bloke.

For those unfamiliar with this giant of comedy, allow me to paint a picture: Imagine discovering you’d run out of bog paper after a squirty, gooey dump sponsored by curry, ale and a gallon of potent Shiraz; that’s about how funny this “comedic” “actress” is.

As a sort of weird, in-joke, Bea was the star of her own tv show (This Way Up) recently where, bizarrely, she played a teacher, helping Dooshka-Dooshkas to speak English correctly. Oh, dee oirony! If I can’t understand this witch’s garbled rants, how the fuck can a non-native unpick her mangled diction? Surely the main reason this gnarly-faced sourcunt came over to Blighty was to improve her English, yet now we’re asked to believe she can tutor foreigners! The episode I saw was littered with immigration and racism references, as well constant allusions to Brexit (said with a moan and an eye-roll). It’s like ‘Mind Your Language’ without the nuance, characters, and comedy.

She’s the least likeable Irish bint since Sinead O’Connor snarled her one hit. Bea must realise that she’s invited onto panel shows for token reasons (woman, Oirish) not humour reasons. Consequently she’s just another hackneyed, unfunny, anti-British clone needlessly shat out by Channel 4.

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous