The Running of the Bulls in Pamplona is a horrible cuntfest, isn’t it.

During the nine-day San Fermin fiesta, six bulls are run every morning in the city’s narrow streets and then killed in afternoon bullfights. Most tourists who go to the festival in Spain seem oblivious to the fact that these animals will be dead in just a few hours.

Each morning, a rocket is launched to terrify the six already anxious bulls so that they’ll charge onto city streets lined by drunken, screaming fuckwits who frequently hit them as they pass. The panicked animals slip and slide down the narrow streets and often smash into walls, sustaining broken bones and other injuries surrounded by the constant violent atmosphere.

The entire spectacle is really a death march.

Every evening, one by one, the bulls are forced into a bullring. The first cunts to lance them are the picadors; the second cunts are the banderilleros who also make the bull run in circles until, dizzy, disoriented, exhausted, and weak from blood loss; finally, the matador cunt enters. Not at all a coward, thus “courageous hero” stands over the bleeding, exhausted, dying bull and stabs him to death before demanding applause.

This execution of an innocent animal is called culture and entertainment

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous

A nomination for Jonathan Van Ness. No I’d never heard of this fuckwit until just now. Anyway the story is this. Queer Eye star Jonathan Van Ness has said he identifies as nonbinary and “gender nonconforming”.
In a new interview with Out magazine, Jonathan described the gender binary as a “social construct” that, as he’s grown older, he doesn’t feel he fits into.
The 32-year-old explained: “It’s really cool! The older I get, the more I think that I’m nonbinary — I’m gender nonconforming. Like, some days I feel like a man, but then other days I feel like a woman.
Jonathan continued: “I just am either like gender-bendy or nonconform-y or nonbinary and somedays I feel like a boy and somedays I feel like a girl.”

The question though is this – Do you ever feel like the cunt which you undoubtedly are?

Nominated by Mystic Maven

In June ‘The Telegraph’ published a puff piece by one Charlotte Runcie, in which the author waxed lyrical about the many virtues of BBCunt interviewer Emma Barnett. According to Runcie, ‘the young, female, dazzlingly clever’ (of course, naturally, stands to reason) Barnett ‘is becoming the BBC’s most valuable interviewer’ etc blah.
Really? I don’t think so, not if this ‘dog with a bone’ approach is an example of her technique;

On this showing, she looks and sounds more like a dismissive, condescending, virtue-signalling, agenda-driven arsehole, the kind of self-important identikit libtard which seem to swarm around the Beeb like flies around a turd these days.
‘White privilege’ my arse.
Fuck off you smug ratbag (and take your sycophantic ‘sister’ Runcie with you while you’re at it).

Nominated by Ron Knee

Nominations are a cunt.
Don’t get me wrong some of them are very good, some witty and some remarkably long.
Down here in the cellars of ISAC a small group of (now very disturbed) individuals, spell check quantify and head your nominations.
Easy you say, well yes, I suppose it is, we search for a suitable photo to head your nominations in the correct format, find ourselves reading up on some bizarre subject or particularly unpleasant person and bobs your uncle, List it and as if by magic the nomination pops up at some point, but do you have any idea the horrors we have to see? Diana Abbot porn? Naked Corbyn ! this is just to mention a few, I am sure my firm has checked my browsing history but nobody from IT has the balls to phone me up and ask why I am googling this stuff, we at Admin put our mental health on the line to deliver your product, Please be nice to us.

Nominated by admin

Digital car radio, what a cunt.
The recent Benny mobile came furnished with a radio cassette player.
The car was purchased from the grounds of an old peoples home and judging by the log book its last owners from new had all been residents of the establishment and the car passed on as driving licences or owners expired.
Well tis quite a nice car apart from the stereo, which needed upgrading, perhaps a CD player?
Well being me (optimistic and poor) I decided to shop round for a new radio, in fact the first brand new car radio that I have ever purchased, I was surprised to find that these devices can pair with your phone and become a hands free set, an option that I did not choose was “remote control” this goes against my belief that its my car and you are not to touch anything on the dash board.
However I did go for the DAB option, this is digital radio of some sort, so once installed I decided to try it out, lot of strange stations out there and not all of them in range so fuck that, back to FM we go.
Or do we? This shit box seems to have a mind of its own, I select a station FM, it tolerates it for a bit then decides it will give me the better quality digital version.
This creates an annoying repeat of last phrase, lyric a sudden increase in clarity, but does not take into account that I am listening to FM for the reason the digital signal round here is shit so I will loose digital signal a little further down the road and it will have to reselect FM (probably at some breaking news point) in all truth its shit, just a perk that I wasn’t going to use on my nice brand new over glorified CD Player.

Nominated by lord benny