WASPI…I know these fuckers have been cunted before, but there’s nothing like another deserved cunting.

Yesterday (03/10/19), the high court ruled against WASPI, in a case where they took the department for work and pensions to court, arguing that changing their state pension age from 60 to 66 “unlawfully discriminated against them on the grounds of age, sex and age and sex combined”. I do not pretend to know what that means.

The courts ruled that it wasn’t an issue for them as it was agreed within parliament and they’re well within their rights to legally change the pension age. It was a matter for the public and their MPs.

This however, didn’t stop flabbott sticking her oar in, “disappointed to hear about todays decision regarding the WASPI women. I will continue to support the WASPI Campaign in their fight against pension inequality”. I don’t see what inequality there is, about changing women’s state pension age to equal that of men? If anything the inequality is that they still currently get to retire a year earlier.

Yet another case of wimmin desperately wanting equality, but only if it benefits them.

Nominated by elboobio

Damn it, I´ve just missed the Hay Festival Segovia. Instead of opening another can of Tennant´s Special Brew and playing my favorite Gerry Rafferty album, I could have been in sunny Spain attending its “leading festival of ideas”.

For a mere couple of hundred euros, I could have enjoyed conversations with writers like Valeria Luiselli, Inua Ellams, Soledad Puertolas and Fernando Aramburu, sociologist Sannaa El Aji or philosopher Fermamdo Savater. Sad as it was not to hear these great minds, I am particularly upset about missing Suzy Amis Cameron. In case you have never heard of her, Suzy is the wife of James Cameron, director of myriad crappy films like ‘Titanic’ and ‘Avatar’. Although her husband is one of the most hyped-up celebs of modern times, she is obviously a talented person in her own right and a role model to the rest of us as you will see if you read on:

“Environmentalist Suzy Amis Cameron defines herself as a former actress and model, and mother of five children, who is dedicated to promoting all kinds of initiatives to combat climate change, among them Red Carpet Green Dress, which champions high-end sustainable fashion. She works with her husband, Oscar-winning filmmaker James Cameron (director of Titanic), on many philanthropic initiatives. Together they founded the Plant Power Task Force, which promotes plant-based food solutions for climate change, and Cameron Family Farms and Food Forest Organics. A vegan philanthropist, Amis Cameron turned to her sister Rebecca Amis to establish MUSE School Amis, the first school in the USA that offers only plant-based foods. She talks with Juan López de Uralde, founder of the Green Equo party and director of Greenpeace in Spain. In 2010, López de Uralde published El planeta de los estúpidos: Propuestas para salir del estercolero (‘The Planet for Morons: Ways to get out of the dungpile’).”

Poor vegan philanthropist Suzy, imagine having to share a planet and live on a dungpile with morons like the rest of us!

Nominated by Mr Polly

Modern Day saints are cunts, aren’t they?

Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today to ensure the parish understands its lowliness, to remember those holy enlightened to the Lord, and to further anoint their hallowed heads.

Ah-men. Let us pray.

Above reproach, unable to be criticised, they hover above everyone, holier than you, cleaner of spirit, purer of heart. When they shuffle off this mortal coil, there is a lengthy mourning period where, like the Mandela-thon from a few years back, you are unable to speak objectively lest you be cast out and biblically ostracised by lachrymose tyrants. Indeed, when the Princess of Hearts was splattered all over the dashboard, the country ground to a halt and the airwaves were festooned with endless lugubrious music and clichéd eulogies. For a fucking fortnight.

Ahh-men Let us pray for:-
Saint Greta
Saint Barack
Saint Jo Cox
Saint Oprah
Saint Mandela
Saint Malala
and who can forget, the doe-eyed self-promoting hussy herself, Saint Diana.

Thou shalt not criticise these eminent Reverends. May God’s love forever shineth a light on each venerable grace whilst reminding thee of thy unworthiness. Thou pile of festering, unrepentant cunts.

Ahh-souls.

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous

Tom Allen is a smug, self-satisfied, snide little cunt. Who is he you say?

Well, he’s one of the new breeds of comedian – which is newspeak for he’s not funny. He’s a regular on shit panel shows, like ‘8 out of cunts do cuntdown’ and now apparently, so my lady friend tells me, on ‘The Great British Bake Off: An Extra Slice’ with Jo (John Sergeant in drag) Brand.

With his affected, wannabe upper-class accent and his natural talent for looking down on everyone who isn’t him, he has firmly established himself as being a complete cunt. Being a spiteful, poisonous little queen in a smart suit doesn’t make you funny sir. It makes you a spiteful, poisonous little queen.

Given the fact that he looks like ‘Brain’ from the 90’s cartoon ‘Pinky and the Brain’ (I grew up in the 90’s, so please indulge me. You’ll find the resemblance is uncanny) he shouldn’t be quite so smug and quick to put others down.

Also being gay isn’t a substitute for a personality. I’ve a friend who is gay and he’s fairly straight acting. He hates the gays that live up to the stereotype.

In his own words he said that Kenneth Williams did the haughty, sneering old queen act better and that Tom Allen is taking the gay stereotype back to the days of John Inman and Frankie Howerd. But no doubt the MSM will think he’s fucking brilliant and worship the ground he minces on.

He’s probably sort of cunt that would read this website and then use it for his own material.

If you’re reading this Tom: you’re a cunt.

Nominated by Harold Steptoe

A pass the sick bag, Alice, can’t believe my eyes cunting please for this pushing 40, wannabe amateur prostitute, slack-arsed, dim-witted trollop:

https://www.thesun.co.uk/tvandshowbiz/6802123/kerry-katona-topless-thong-bikini-marbella/

Now I like a nice pair of jugs just as much as the next ceramics fan does, but this heap of misshapen lard is a truly repulsive sight. You can almost smell the B.O. in the flabby folds of flesh from this Toby jug of a woman.

She was never a beauty, but she now looks like a desperate, ugly, cheap tramp. What will happen when the tabloids tire of seeing her expose her mounds of putrid flesh?. It is a great pity that British Telecom removed all the phone boxes in Soho and the West End because she could have touted her worn out carcass in them. As it is, with the Iceland adverts a thing of long ago, it will be postcards in newsagents windows – “Large Chest For Sale” or “French Lessons with Full Correction – O’ and A’ Levels”.

As it is, love, give it up. I shouldn’t think in your state an old lag doing a ten stretch in the Scrubs would get the horn looking at your photo in the Sun today, and wouldn’t have done any time in the last 15 years.

Granny porn at it’s stinking worst.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs