Provocation
Anyone who nominates a subject hereon, with the sole intention of goading fellow cunters into an outraged reaction, is a cunt.
I can’t think of any specific examples but I’m sure it does happen… ahem.
Furthermore, should the aforementioned cunter gain any level of self satisfaction from lighting the blue touch paper, standing well back and quietly smirking at the resultant tsunami of indignation, then that cunter should, in my opinion, be thoroughly ashamed of myself, sorry, themselves, the cunt.
Nominated by Cunt Reviled
I want to nominate wimmins history for a well deserved cunting. I remember when you could pick up a history book and be entertained by the activities of Henry V, laying into the Frogs on StCuntins day, or Nelson fucking the Frogs over again at Trafalgar. Yes, there were women but these mostly had the good masculine qualities of, well, fucking over the Frogs or the Spanish, like Elizabeth I or Victoria. Now, the study of history is dominated by shit bag resentful feminist historians, who see history as nothing more than the oppression of wimmin by brutish men. Blood and guts history has been replaced with turgid monographs on the history of female basket weaving in 16th century Andorra. There’s a reason that wimmin of the past have been left in obscurity by traditional history. That’s because they were boring fucktards that led boring, meaningless existences. Why the fuck would you want to read about them?
Nominated by Marvellous Mechanical Cunting Machine