I nominate MEN as the biggest cunts of all time.

Now, hear me out. Firstly, I am a man, or, well, at least I have the right dangly bits so I think I qualify?

Who has started all the wars that have left millions and millions of people dead? Men. Would we have entered World War Two with women in charge? Of course not, because with a female leader of Germany they would never have invaded Poland in the first place.

Who dominate all the religions, that sent men off on crusades and caused untold suffering, and who have persuaded men that flying planes into buildings will give them 72 virgins in paradise, and who persuaded men that it is a good idea to decapitate other men live on tv? That’s right. Men.

Who invented nuclear bombs that can kill millions in one go? Men.

Who starts drunken fights outside the pub on Friday nights? Men.

Who kills people outside football stadiums because they support the wrong team? Men.

Who is doing all the stabbing right now in London and other cities? Men.

Who are worst serial killers and mass murderers? Men.

Oh sure, there are a few honourable exceptions in the female of the species – Myra Hindley, Rose West, Theresa Lying Cunt May to name three.

It is simple. We have too much testosterone. We should be left to do the heavy lifting. Leave the women in charge and there will be no wars and millions of people won’t die.

We men are, quite simply, cunts.

Nominated by I Want To Be Alone

PELOTON:

An entirely EU-free, ASA-type cunting please for a useless company who keeps advertising on TV:

https://www.onepeloton.co.uk/bike

This company seemingly runs for the benefit of latter day yuppies on a health kick, who before they set off for a £5 bowl of cereal and a skinny latte, like to sweat like a pig on an exercise bike, while some shrill voiced old harridan tells them “you are stronger than you know!” and “Let’s do this!”. In the advert there is a lady of colour sweating like a pig, a young bearded lad (of course) who looks like a poster for Oxfam, obviously with a lot of glycerine added to his make-up, and they both look fervent as they peddle away, spending a lot of money and getting fucking nowhere.

What a load of cunts, and the company seems to be run by American wimmin and a male Chinky-Yank.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Leftists who continually point out that Tommy Robinson isn’t Tommy Robinson’s real name. I mean, wow, really? So this public figure has chosen to use a name that ISN’T the one he was born with. That’s so fucking weird. He’s the only famous person I’ve heard of who’s done that. Except for Reg Dwight (Elton John), Marion Morrison (John Wayne), Harry Webb (Cliff Richard), Maurice Micklewhite (Michael Caine), Paul Hewson (Bono) and a shitload of other famous people.

Andrew Marr did it on Sunday when interviewing Gerard Batten, the leader of UKIP. “So, Steven Yaxley-Lennon” the smug little shit said, thereby implying that the use of another name was somehow sinister and deceitful. Ok, we get it. Tommy Robinson isn’t his real name. So the fuck what? Nobody outside the left wing bubble of fuckwittery cares. These are the same dickheads who continually feel the need to remind leavers that the British Empire no longer exists. What? We’re NOT a colonial power anymore? Shit! I didn’t know that. Next you’ll be telling me that the American colony rebelled against us, and is now an independent nation.

We all know that lefties are thick twats, but they seem to think those of us on the “far” right (i.e. those of us who don’t subscribe to the left wing view of the world) are thick twats too, and need to be constantly told that Tommy Robinson is not his real name. WE KNOW! If we had a problem with that, we’d have said something by now. But we haven’t, because we don’t care. ENOUGH of your fuckery.

Nominated by Quick Draw McGraw

Sense Of Humour By-Pass

Firstly, I am not out to cunt fellow cunters here – That’s off limits and rightly so. Yet it seems that a number of commenters want to restrict our beloved IsAC site to Brexit or politics. Otherwise to piss, moan and whinge about any carefully crafted nomination that pops up – recently mine included, without actually nominating a subject themselves.

Some folk pepper their responses with loquacious faux-erudition, attempting to enforce their superior linguistic intellect upon us poor uneducated remedials. (Good luck with that – if us lesser beings can’t understand what you’re yammering on about – why the fuck make your point so indecipherably ?)

Now Admin do a brilliant job of whittling down subject matter and choosing to allow or disallow nominations through for public discussion. I’ve been criticised for cunting such trivialities as Imperial Leather – Yet those cunters who responded added layer upon layer of wit and wisdom to my original rant and I thank each and every one. My nominations (99% of which have made it through to posting – thanks to our wonderful Admin team) but most have been (I hope) a humorous take on things in life which piss me off to the point of writing up a cunting.

I don’t visit IsAC on a daily basis to flaunt an intellectual superiority. I don’t visit IsAC on a daily basis to read up on Theresa’s latest capitulation to the EU. I visit IsAC on a daily basis to have a fucking good laugh at my fellow cunters’ observations on a myriad of different matters, regardless of whether or not their opinions are aligned with my own.

If this site begins taking itself too seriously, I’m outta here!

Nominated by Cunt Reviled