I’d to nominate a breed of male called ‘bugmen’.

These cunts have numerous identifying features;
Superficially, they have unconvincing patchy beards, glasses and are prematurely balding.
They have flabby bodies, pasty skin, thin weedy arms, soft hands, weak chins and low testosterone.
They work in office jobs, usually in cubicles for huge corporations or government departments, but never aspire to run any department or work for themselves.
They often live in big cities with large immigrant populations.
They call themselves feminists and ‘liberal-left’, they virtue signal their progressive attitudes.
They are obsessed with nerd culture and collect toys and games.
They nod at fashionable opinions, watch films based on review aggregator sites and clamour for the next gadget, which they use to watch porn and anime.
They take selfies with mouths agape and dead eyes (akin to the soy boy).

Crucially, they are culturally rootless, defining themselves by their unimpressive qualifications and over-reliance on social media to make and maintain friendships.
They are the ‘anywheres’, dickheads who would look , sound and act the same whether living in Rekjavik or Cape Town, Austin, Texas or Singapore. They have no reverence for their ancestors or heritage, embracing the culture of repudiating The West. They are poorly read, historically and culturally illiterate neophiles who pay lip service to the wonders of science while picking and choosing what they believe. They are staunch atheists without really knowing why or understanding any philosophy that grounds scientific method.

They are living a soulless existence of worshipping the ephemeral and an endless, unthinking support of the tropes of globalism; diversity, climate change, the EU, multiculturalism, the benevolence of big tech firms and neo-liberal mass consumerism.

They are fucking insects.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

(admin note, this cunting appeared just as the chap in the photo stepped into the limelight, it seemed appropriate somehow)

Doomed. We’re all doomed.
Doomed I tell you, if we have a No-deal Brexit.

Or so says the Office for Budget Responsibility. Address Westminster, SW1.
And it must be true because Phillip Hammond backs them up.
The OBR is staffed by London civil servants, some ex Bank of England and Treasury, so obviously totally independent.

You have been warned. The sky is falling in. And it’s all the fault of Leave voting cunts, North, South and West of London (wherever that is.)

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Gift cards or more accurately, ‘shop restricted money with a use by date’ aka Cunt Money.

Bought for children by cretinous old relatives who’d rather spend a tenner on something the little mites can only spend in certain shops, can’t get change from and go out of date just before you find them under the sofa.

“Granny, she’s 10 for fucks sake, save yourself the bother. Just put the £10 straight in the envelope and she’ll love you to bits”. Kids like money, it makes them feel grown up and when they’ve blown it on shit and got nothing to show for it,  it teaches them a life lesson. But no, It’s a £10 Claire’s voucher for shit, over priced plastic crap, that she’ll never redeem! Smart move!

I’ve just found a PlayStation £10 gift card that my Son got for his birthday in February. He doesn’t even own a fucking PlayStation and what the fuck can you buy from Sony for £10?

Nominated by Blimpo

Xavier Parkins must be nominated. This is the teenager who decided to go to the school prom dressed in drag. He wore a short pink strapless dress that he designed with the help of a dressmaker. He wore matching heels and did his own hair and nails ready for the big night at Pride Park stadium in Derby. He was such a hit that he was voted Prom Queen by fellow pupils at Lees Brook Community School.
Proud mum Sharnee, (cuntish name) said: ‘I’m totally humbled, I can’t imagine where you get the courage at the age of 15 to do that, it is so brave. Xav was hoping to get the Best Dressed award because it isn’t gender-biased, but he did say he’d love to get Prom Queen. It was his peers who voted for him which is an accolade because it takes a lot of courage for them to come out and support it as well.’
Sharnee added that Xavier’s brothers (cuntishly named Orlando and Ziggy) are ‘so proud’ and her eldest son texted Xavier on the day of his prom to say ‘I love you’. She said: ‘I always say to him, if you’re happy at home you can cope with anything. ‘Dressing up is a leisure activity for him. With it being Pride month as well it’s even more poignant, if it can help one person who is struggling with their sexuality.He wants to be a Drag Queen but he’s very academic too so he could do anything. He’s got a very wise head on his shoulders.’

‘Xav’ was obviously so proud of his outfit and identity that he travelled to the event on a private bus, not on public transport.
Saw him and his smug mother interviewed on Sky News this morning. Sarah Jane (it’s all about) MEEEEE was almost gushing in her knickers during the interview, where ‘Xav’ was proud of what he did because, ‘I’m kinda like fed up with just wearing a school uniform and I’m kinda like expressing my identity and I’m kinda like a smug up-myself little twerp.’
After this nauseating few minutes, SJ Meeeee carried on gushing along the lines of ‘what an inspiring story, should help others come to terms with their identity and sexuality etc..’ or some such cuntery.
I expect he’ll either become very rich as a social media ‘influencer’, or join some new Channel 4 or BBC deviants’ show. Or, hopefully, he’ll soon disappear into well deserved oblivion.
What this nation has become….

Nominated by Mystic Maven

So HMG has considered the UK’s sovereign rights in the light orf a bunch orf wogs in bum boats hi-jacking two tankers in the Gulf of Hormuz, neither orf which being actually British owned or British crewed so should not show up orn our radar other than as something to keep an eye on.

Instead Hunt the Cunt has chosen to go nuclear, or as nuclear as HMG is able to go with its ancient ordnance stuck together with parcel tape. (Update, our US ally Trump has now sold us Duck Tape to replace it)

Cobra Committee has met, all stakeholders in poor Blighty’s defence consulted, options weighed and lethal response delivered. Iran has been informed orf our “Extreme Disappointment”. Whoops dearie, that’s sure to have got the Iranian sweethearts Afterdinnerjad and Rouhani cacking their drawers.

Sublime lunacy orf it all is that it has nothing to do with Blighty yet Hunt the Cunt is the one to stick his nose over the parapet and take all the flak.

Cunters will recall that HMG seized an oil tanker carrying Iranian oil “to Syria” and took it to Gibralter on behalf orf and inline with the EU’s sanctions policy and much to the alarm orf the doughty Rock – no-one had actually consulted them. Result, not unsurprisingly, one stirred up nest orf wogs thirsting for revenge and Gib denying all knowledge. Naturally the EU keep dead stumm as its foreign policy is actually enacted and by a member that is aboit to fuck orf (allow a dribbling old man his dreams). What the fuck is that all aboit?

Thus the inevitable happens and poor old Blighty is caught with its draws doine (no fucking ships parolling the Gulf for Chrissake) and HMG is made to look a pack orf prize pillocks in a very ticklish situation and with resonsibility now for two tankers and their crews, none orf which are British. On top of that Iran has now got a weak whipping boy (us) to humiliate in place orf the Big Bully (Trump). Despite all this the BBC still thunders on about what a superb diplomatic service we have. Sid James and Kenneth Williams would have done a better job.

Carry On Cunt.

Admin – if you find a photo of a disappointed camel that might do nicely.

Nominated by Sir Limply Stoke