Oh dear, how sad never mind. Cunters I give you the gift that keeps on giving. One Jeremy Vine Esq, spinster of this parish.
Now he’s gone and named (Allegedly) someone who has opposed his daft support of a supposedly dangerous cycle lane this twat uses on a daily basis.
It’s about fucking time auntie grew a pair of cojones and assigned him to the dustbin of broadcasting history. I’m not going to hold my breath, but here’s hoping.
Nominate by CuntyMort.
Now I spend a lot of time on the roads with my job.
And if there is one motoring trait that boils my piss is hard braking.
Now I’m not talking about trying to avoid a child or animal in the road.
I’m talking about on a a-road or motorway.
You are happily driving along doing 60 or 70mph, when suddenly everyone in front is braking.
OK you think could be a breakdown or accident.
Then you realise it’s just your lane, and now you have slowed to 30 or 40mph.
30 seconds later you are back up to speed.
So who the hell is applying that much pressure to the brake pedal?
Has their leg gone to sleep or do they drive with weighted shoes on.
So to all you cunts out there, first try lifting your foot off the accelerator.
Or better still take the fucking bus cause you don’t belong out there.
The link is not about braking admin.
Just what I would like to see happen to these fuckers.
Nominated by Barry zuckercunt.
I’d like to nominate the pathetic overuse of the word ‘iconic’.
Much like ‘epic” of several years ago, yoof/trash culture has cheapened this word by using it to describe the everyday or at best, the mildly impressive, to elevate the mundane to the transcendental, which is where these nitwits completely misunderatand what iconic really means. The Icon is a work of religious or spiritual significance, be it The Creation of Adam or the Buddha statue destroyed by the Taliban (in an act of iconoclasm). The definition has been stretched to embrace more recent pop cultural artifacts (you might give the westerns of Sergio Leone iconic status because they created indelible images, sounds s and shaped the imagination of two generations of filmmakers). certain books, plays and films that have artistic merit and cultural significance, and have done so for decades, might be iconic, but any old shit in a tik tok video, record label or fast food chain’s latest ‘special’ seems to get ‘iconic’ slapped on it by stupid kids and adults who shoukd know better within a few seconds of existing.
Everything some potato-faced, duck-lipped ‘influencer’ cunt likes is suddenly iconic, in nit. Memes are iconic. Witless, vacuous celebricunts are iconic. the most ‘iconic TV moments ‘ feature Gemma Collins , Simon Cowell and Claudia Winkleman.
The worst part is hearing this cunt-speak from BBC presenters. You only have to watch trailers of their latest reality TV Contest or game or panel show, the creatures from radio 1 and 2, and you’re bound to hear the sad attempt to jive with the youth by using this peasant lingo.,
I’ve recently found myself correcting these hyperbolic cunts on the usage.
‘No, your macaroni cheese and bacon bites are not iconic, you daft fleck of shite. Stop bo-toxing your fat face, gurgling at shit memes and invest in a fucking thesaurus.’
Nominated by Cuntamus Prime.
Old age golfers (Seniors as they are known) are cunts.
Some years ago I cunted golfers. I know quite a bit about this because I am a golfer and a bit of a cunt. Why old aged golfers?
Here is why, I moved a couple of years ago and therefore switched golf clubs. This means that I don’t get to play with my mates that much. It means that if I want to play in competitions (they are called medals), and I do being a competitive cunt that I have to play with other members to sign my scorecard.
Seniors at every club I have every being a member of like to play Monday, Wednesday and Friday at ….wait for it 7.00 am.. Their argument is it leaves they rest of the day to ourselves. “What, to take the fucking Mrs shopping, fall asleep in a chair waiting for God for the rest of the day”. Cunts.
I haven’t even had a good shit by this time and neither have they by the smell of it. I have a dog that needs a good hours walk in the woods a wife that needs a lift to work. Cunts.
Here’s another thing at 7.00am in the morning the course; even in summer is damp with dew and plays crap compared with say at 11.00 am in the morning.
I’ve tried to persuade a few to play later in the day but no fucking chance stuck in their ways. Need to get home to sit all day and wait for the grim reaper or take Ethel to fucking Tesco.
This is a personal thing but when I lived nearer my old golfing buddies this getting up at cock crow and teeing off before a decent crap wasn’t a problem; now it is.
Two more things the old cunts can’t ever see where they have hit the ball and can’t count. Now I am not calling them cheats :- just senile fuckers that can’t count. I am classed as a senior in my sixties but I still have a functioning Brain still see moderately well and know that it is better to tee off late morning early afternoon than at stoopid o’clock.
The pros do. only the cunts at the back of the field tee off then. Senior golfers are therefore Cunts.
Nominated by Everyonesacunt
Meghan, by the Grace of Media and of Public Relations, and of her dreams and delusions, Queen of Hollywood, Defender of the Woke, and Lady High Luminary of Montecito, is a cunt.
The last time the Dreadfully Despicable Duchess was nominated I posted a link from the New York Post to a story that said she was almost universally disliked by everyone in Hollywood.
The general consensus being, that she, and by extension the Dimwitted Duke, are not to be trusted. The conventional wisdom is, that in their never ending quest for privacy, her and Haz will do anything, including divulging other people’s confidential information if there’s a buck in it.
The article went on to say that she has a “strange relationship” with reality which is a polite way of saying she is both a phony and a liar.
For those who wish to be reminded the story is here:
Said to be devastated by the brilliant South Park parody, and watching her popularity plummet, the depressed Duchess hit upon another plan to ease her pain and fill her pocketbook.
If she can’t be crowned Queen of the United Queendom she could still be crowned…wait for it…Queen of Hollywood!
After all, who needs those pesky English commoners and their institutionally racist realm when you can reign over a real Wokist Aristocracy…the very Hollywood elite who neither like nor trust you.
To that end another mega deal has been signed. This one is said to make Netflix look like chump change and is designed to make her…wait for it again…Queen of Hollywood.
The deal is with a company called WME and their “Uber Agent” Ari Emanuel…a veritable Super Mensch among the Phonywood elite. Megahn’s company, Arsewell will be responsible for producing the content that she thinks is so desperately and indeed craved by the Wokerati.
A Siren of Satan with a Jewish Agent, putting out self-serving nonsense for people who hate her and a public that doesn’t care.
Someone needs to hold a Silver Cross to her head, then drive a stake through her heart and bury her with a garlic necklace.
By the way, Ari Emanuel, is the little brother of former Obama White House Chief of Staff Rahm Emanuel and former Covid 19 Advisory Board Ezekiel Emanuel. The latter is a proponent of rewarding “social usefulness” by the judicious use and the practical witholding of medical care.
It would be poetic justice if Suitcase Girl fell off the yacht and was denied life saving resuscitation because she was deemed to be utterly lacking in “Social usefulness.”
Fucking cunt!
Nominated by General Cuntster.
Some more recent news of the Princess of Bullshit from Miserable Northern cunt Below.
Racing through the streets of the Big Apple,
Cars mounting the pavement,
Pedestrians scattering.
Red lights ignored.
For a photo?
Mmmm…..
I’ve never liked bullshitters.
I’ve met loads and can soon sniff them out.
See , they like drama.
The fuckin Milk Tray Man effect.
” I was a astronaut till I worked for the FBI…”
” I once sparred with Bruce Lee, knocked him out.”
” Sssh, I’m in the S.A.S.”
They get nasty if you call them out.
“Calling me a liar?!! ”
Well, yeah.
Dangerous cunts,
Get you in trouble.
Best steer clear of them.