Modern Royals

I’d like to nominate the younger royals, and their ‘hey we’re modern!’ Libtard pandering. ‘My wife’s mixed race’, ‘it’s ok to be gay’. Fuck off! Not saying these are bad things, just not what I want from a king! I want a big, bearded, bawdy Brian Blessed type king chucking meat bones to his hounds, who swears and flies into rages! Not some timid bald cunt! I want a king like off that show you all rave about ‘Game of Thrones?’ Like that! Old fashioned I know,but a man should be a man. A king? Well sir, he should be infamous!!

Nominated by Miserable northern cunt

Mishal Husain

Mishal Husain on Radio 4’s Today programme needs a cunting.

First, the elephant in the room. Mishal is fucking gorgeous and on my list of ‘to do’ women.

Outside of that she’s a pc obsessed cunt, forever butting in on interviewees with pc inspired “ what about” questions, riding roughshod ( phwoar!) over those with whom she disagrees ( Brexiteers, the Israeli ambassador) and giving a soft ride to those she agrees with (Libtards, Peacefuls and apologists for Hamas and Palestinian terrorists). She asks leading questions all the time and is frankly a disgraceful journalist.

Good for Jacob Rees-Mogg when he gave her and the BBC an on air cunting recently.

Nominated by Marvellous Mechanical Cunting Machine

Nicola Sturgeon (16)

Rare photographic evidence of a bulldog ACTUALLY chewing a wasp……

Funny how the walking mouthpiece is strangely silent when any bad news comes along.

So Scotland is the leading crack and heroin addled place in the world.

No surprise with mostly shit weather and a shit government leading the country into an independent wilderness followed swiftly by a capitulation into the open arms of the EU.

But the little fishy mouthpiece is nowhere to be seen as she tries to explain away why her compatriots have taken to dope in such a big way.

Cunt.

Nominated by Speakyourmind

Birmingham City Council

A ‘special’ cunting please for Birmingham City Council.

The form filling & box ticking Cunts have decided to cut the funding for school transport for a down’s syndrome girl. Now, despite :-
1. She having ‘Downs’from birth
2. She needing a wheelchair
3. She having the mental academic equivalent age of a 6 year old
4. She is female, suggestable & vulnerable
5. Last week, aged 15 she had a need – this week apparently, a birthday has negated all the difficulties she faces.

B’ham ‘Cunt’ Council now thinks she should catch 2 buses & ‘walk’ to her special needs school. A pencil dick bureaucrat commented “travel assistance up to age 16 is statutory. It is however, ‘discretionary’ for those of sixth-form age and applicants must demonstrate exceptional reasons to be awarded this assistance”

A special needs mini-bus collected the girl, plus a host of other children en-route to school. How much cutting out the stop at her home is saving the local taxpayers is unknown, but I’ll wager it’s less than one of the city councillors claims for lunch expenses.

What a bunch of shits….

Nominated by Lord of the Rings

Jeremy Vine

Jeremy Vine is a redoubtable cunt. From his irritating “right on, the mouthpiece of BBC Radio” manner to his unwavering view that he has to own every debate he chairs, the man is one irritating fucking arsehole.

This prick has incontrovertible form for cuntitude; he most publicly flounced out of a pub garden as he was mortally affronted after sensing the faint odour of a cigarette on the table next to him.

After holding up and pissing off a female driver in Kensington on his bicycle by riding down the middle of the road, the woman threatened to give him a robust shoeing. All the weedy prick could do was film her on his helmet cam (and what a fucking helmet), and keep repeating to her, like fucking Rainman, that he had to keep a car’s width from any parked car (in case they opened their door in his path). I would have loved to have seen that and watched the cunt embed his top front teeth in the tarmac.

At the end of the altercation, the woman made a gun shape with her hand and pointed towards him. The BBC had schooled him well; his dopey reply in his best Neil the Hippy voice was “wow that’s not appropriate”.

It’s about time this fossilised dog turd was cunted. Perhaps he could do us all a big favour and cycle up alongside the nearside of a left turning cement lorry to inflict his morose, right on, pious views to the hairy arsed driver. Oops – Vine fruit compote!

Nominated by 60% of radio listeners, Written up by Paul Maskinback

 

The twat has not worked out traffic lights either.

https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9526442/jeremy-vine-bike-cyclist-hit-black-cab-driver/