The ghost of cunts past: Jay Kay of Jamiroquai fame.

I see no reason why fuckers who were exhibiting colossal cuntitude in their prime pre-ISAC should escape a rightful, retrospective cunting.

Just like that serial sex-offender from the 70s who thought he was in the clear until advances in DNA forensics got him the punishment he deserves, so too should Jay fucking Kay get belatedly hauled before the courts of this glorious website.

Jay Kay may have been a pint-sized manlet, but do not for one moment mistake his cunt stature as anything other than colossal. Casting our minds back to the late-90s, Jay Kay was in his pomp, excreting out repetitive cod-funk bollocks and hanging out with that whole TFI Friday/Priory Clinic/E-Generation stable of monolithic cuntitude.

In between cultivating a ‘bad boy’ image and wearing hats too gay even for Julian Clary, he had several scuffles with the paps and eventually got gloriously headbutted by one of them. Even more fucking savoury was the fact that this hero was never charged by the police.

I suppose this fucker was the back-then equivalent of someone like Lily Allen. Musically overachieved, sold a shitload, loved the press attention and regularly made a cunt of himself thanks to largely being too fucking stupid for words. Shagged fellow cunt and Essex super-bike Denise Van Outen, to just top things off.

Here’s hoping that there’s no mainstream return for this Cunt Cowboy, I give you Jay Kay.

Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back

What a complete cunt of a man he is, yet again doing his upmost to derail Brexit by undermining the two albeit shit PM hopefuls.

This sneaky shortsighted cunt really should be kicked out of office ASAP.

He inherited a very good balance sheet from Gideon, who basically shafted anyone that needs or uses public services and has left the country an absolute fucking mess, and he struts around like he is some sort of economic genius. Why don’t these people just be honest and say yes it is not going to be straightforward in the beginning but actually we could do really very well away from this economic straight jacket of Europe?

Instead it’s all got to be growth quarter after quarter and so on instead of looking to a brighter future. This is my first nom and I hope you fellow cunts aren’t too cuntish to me.

Nominated by Koplad

Strong, Independent Women.

I know we’ve touched on this modern day Emperor’s Clothes with recent excellent nominations on ‘Killing Eve’ and ‘Women’s Football’, but I think a more direct cunting on this whole phenomenon is worth exploring.

Championing the power of women is merely one of the many aspects of the leftist pandering zeitgeist, and this particular bullshit concept is being spoonfed to each of us by the fucking ladle. The medium of both TV and film is being systematically hijacked to indoctrinate us all that women are strong, women are doing it for themselves, women are powerful, women don’t need men and women can handily outwit/outhit/outlast any man who dares to cross them.

I recently had the misfortune to see the trailer for the upcoming new shitshow ‘Batwoman’, also known regionally as ‘Batma’am’ or simply ‘Batcunt’. They’ve cast a classic soycunt, avec short hair and lesbian backstory, who in the trailer, utters the truly fucking laughable line “I’m not about to let a man take credit for a woman’s work’. Right. Just let that one, in context, sink in.

On a more real-world level, I have worked with countless women in my job. And it is incredible how many of them are clueless, technically inept, overcompensating loudmouths who truly believe that they can hide their blatant deficiencies behind alternating boorish management speak and meek victimhood, until they are rescued from the deep end by the life-line of maternity leave.

Sister fucking dearest was exactly one of these ‘strong, independent women’; right up until she married a successful dentist and never went back to work after giving birth. Such fucking courage and empowerment!

Where’s the strong, independent woman when the waiter leans in with the post-dinner cheque?

Where are the strong, independent women when they need a seat on public transport after a few weeks of pregnancy?

Where are the strong, independent women when they fly into an hysterical, apoplectic shit-fit because someone says a hurty word at them?

And just where are all the strong, independent women when it comes to equal bin-collecting, coal-mining and hod-carrying opportunities?

This is more than just a source of irritation. It is an extension of third-wave feminism writ large – thanks to the current victimhood witch trials. It is also damaging to society on all fronts. Roles suited to males being shifted towards women because talk of this imaginary ‘strength’ has been repeated often enough that it is being believed. I have lost count of all the reports and videos I have seen of female police officers being severely overpowered and utterly ineffective during demonstrations or acts of crime.

God fucking knows how wars will turn out, having both women, bumsteads and trannies on the fucking frontline.

Cunts. Absolute fucking shitcunts, one and all.

Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back

Now I realize that I’m immediately going to be branded homophobic for this nomination, but let me say straight away that that’s bollocks. I’m not afraid of people of a different sexual persuasion, I’m just sick and tired of having it rammed down my throat.

Being ‘gay’ – whatever the fuck that actually means – is the new hip and happening thung to be. If you’re not gay, then you’re not part of the 21st century scene. You’re somehow backward and retarded.

Well fuck that. I’m normal. If you’re gay then good luck to you but for fuck sake just get on with it and shut the fuck up.

Alternatively hold a straight pride day for all us homophobic cunts…

Nominated by Dioclese

Film Credits
A megadump of hippo manure for those never-ending credits at the end of films nowadays. Best grip, dubbing mixer, whatever the hell they are, plus hair stylists, assistant hair stylists, caterers, drivers, electricians, dialect coaches etc. All followed by every copyright detail for any piece of music that has appeared. These lists can go on for 20 minutes. The credits for “Iron Man 3” included more than 3,700 names plus 24 special-effects companies.

I recently saw quite a good film called “Arctic” which had three actors – one of whom was dead and the other so injured she could only groan. They were stuck in the middle of nowhere and the main actor literally did not utter a sentence – just the occasional curse or cry of pain and despair as he waited to be rescued. The only other “voice” was a polar bear that made a few growls. Yet the list of credits went on and on as if the film had has a cast of thousands.

What´s the point? Is it vanity so these nonentities get a thrill out of seeing their names up there? Is it a way for the producers to skimp on paying them by offering them free advertising in the hope they will pick up clients?

Nominated by Mr Polly