Order Order – a massive cunting please for all the fatarses stuck on the red and green benches at Westminster.

It seems that Tory peers are now colluding with LibDems and labour cunts to get Harry Potter’s granny’s bill to delay Brexit yet again, the meddling Hilary Benn and his oh-o-clever self satisfied smirking motherfucker:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-49588186.

It was originally suggested that the tories in the Lords would fillibuster so that the bill would fail before the houses close down next week.

Because that fucking hypocritical sack of shit (you can almost smell it on his piss-stained undercrackers even from the safety of the newspaper or TV screen) Corbyn is too scared to face an election, despite wanting one as recently as Monday 2nd September, Ken Clarke (“the national treasure” as described by some trollop on Wireless 4 yesterday) believe they need “more time” to discuss Brexit. I know the old cunts brain is packing in but isn’t 3 years and 3 months long enough?

Most of the cunts in the Lords should be in a care home. Many of those in Parliament ought to be in prison for their scams, a well as defying the will of the majority who voted for Brexit. We voted Leave, not “with a deal” or any of that old shit they have tacked on.

No doubt Starmer and Barry Gardiner will be on the radio and TV today producing more bullshit than a whole heard of Aberdeen Angus. No doubt Corbyn will be nowhere to be seen, because he is still shitting himself at the thought of being crucified at the polls. The nancy Blairites will make sure Steptoe, McDonnell Clive Lewis, are kept off the air, so they can try to keep their pure as TCP phoney image.

It would be possible to call an election with a one line bill under the fixed term rule, but will Boris do it?. It would be possible for Boris to ask the Queen to rescind Hilary Mary-Ann Benn’s bill, but will he?

I doubt it. What a bunch of lying cowardly gaggle of cunts foregather at Westminster every day to ponce of our charity.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

A cunting for 21st century edumacation.

Firstly, a disclaimer; I’m not a philistine, and I’m a graduate, but i don’t think many graduates really think beyond getting a degree, and fewer seem to bother reading anything beyond clickbait crap. I have this very unfashionable, elitist view that not everyone should go to university, or even study for A’ levels.

After watching the ultimately mediocre teenagers celebrating 10 A-stars in gender-bending and performance studies, culinary arts and fashion design, it seems the number of kiddywinks getting ‘A’ has dropped to its lowest level since 2007.

I thought that was good news, as perhaps the grade inflation under Blair had been reversed. This is only half-true; It emerges that the mark needed to get an A in Maths is now a paltry 55%, and an A* is 72%.
Physics students are awarded an A at 59%. The exam board are just pandering to the indulgent middle-class parents. Nowadays, everyone is an Einstein, or, to be more patronising and modern, everyone is a Professor Brian Cox. ‘Space is brillian’, int it?’

Gove’s reforms have fallen short. Same old faux-egalitarianism as Anthony Lynton Blair’s work avoidance scheme.

These are supposedly the hard subjects, where standards and rigour matter, where nature is the arbiter of truth, not some blue-haired munter who has an opinion on fat shaming. The figures for Gender and Media studies, Performing arts, Lesbian dance and the GNVQ in pet beauty therapy arent mentioned; turning up to 50% of lessons probably gets the little darlings a B.

This is all pretty worrying when you look at the numeracy and literacy rates of UK school leavers from 2014 compared to the late 1990s and how they compared with developed nations.

In the late nineties, amongst OECD countries, the UK was 7th for literacy.
By 2014 and under 13 years of Blairite ‘education, education, education’ literacy rates had plummetted to 23rd out of 24.

In my experience, most of my contemporaries who left school at 16 with pretty much no further academic training have better spelling, punctuation and grammar than a lot of the humanities graduates I’ve encountered since, and probably better than most current Hollywood screenwriters.

If your standards are set so fucking low, and yet fewer half-witted, overindulged, phone addict children meet those standards, it’s no wonder that what passes for discourse on social media resembles the logical and verbal coherency of a fire in a zoo.

Get taught values and what to think, rather than skills and how to think.

Fucking snowflakes and their piss-poor, right-on, semi-literate, mediocrity-worshipping education.

Cunts.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

A right royal, on yer feet cunting for the English National Anthem.

Just watched England v Wales rugby Union match and it’s about time somebody did away with the dirge they play for England sports teams. Apart from the fact it’s the British National Anthem and that why should anybody pay homage to the right royal scrounger, we the English need our own anthem.

Gobshites

Nominated by Crusty Flaps

Yep, all of them. Having just passed through there, the very British xenophobic part of me was delighted to confirm that the lot of them down to the last man, woman, child and animal are Cunts with a capital C.

They still have no sense of personal space, simply refusing to move even when they are the only collection of matter that could possibly be in the way. I even watched a dog refuse to move for a human. A fucking dog!

They still take their time about absolutely everything, resolutely refusing to rush. I even witnessed a child nearly drown as his parent was in no rush to save him. By the time the rescue was afoot, only his fingertips were above the waterline.
Beasts. Utterly mindless beasts.

There is still art everywhere, as if it means anything. They still drape themselves over everything whilst smoking as if they are too relaxed even for cancer, and they still mumble their own language as if pronunciation is an affront to their idle nature. Folks blather on about the resistance effort of the French, but all of my personal experience drives me to the thought that it was probably easier than the alternative.

As for all that demonstration against political tyranny – more of the same, it’s just an excuse for another day off work. What France needs is the benefit of a foreign political leadership who won’t think twice about incarcerating any “freedom fighter” who sets public property on fire, who won’t think twice about making public demonstration illegal and who won’t think twice about introducing back breaking physical labour that goes way past a part time 35 hours a week. Work life balance my arse!

Truly shocking.

No small wonder that all those migrants manage to routinely wander all the way across to Calais.
“Look officer – a bunch of vagrant foreign nationals simply wandering at will throughout the land, look!”
“Fuck it, that’s my 35 hours done. Leave it to those pesky Brits.”

Cunts.

Nominated by Cuntflap

Invariably described as ‘Winston Churchill’s Grandson’ as if that fortunate slice of nepotism alone were enough to confirm his stature.

After decades in The House, I’m dubious as to whether any of the many PMs he has served have ever deemed him worthy of ministerial office and so he festers on the backbenches for eternity.

Bunter is a blustering fat oaf who repeatedly denies the validity of the Referendum, splutters his way indignantly through interviews and is no doubt polishing off a ten course meal with his chums at Guardian TV like Jon Snowflake as I write.

He’s allegedly mates with Big Ears (that says it all) and I seem to recall his frisky ways was once described by a young wench as “like having a double wardrobe fall over on me…..with the key still left in it”

Nominated by Isaac Hunt