Well it didn’t take Joe O’Biden long to resume normal duties and remind us all why he is a senile old fart and should stand down at the end of his term rather than decide to run again subjecting the U.S and wider world to more insane policies, gaffes and car crash interviews.

At a recent event at the White House Biden was asked where was the last foreign country he had visited.

“The last country I’ve travelled, I’m trying to think of the last one I was in. I’ve been to, met 89 heads of state so far, so uh…. trying to think where was the last place I was; its hard to keep track…um I was….”

“Ireland!” came the helpful reply from a child in the audience jogging the Hair-Sniffer-in-Chiefs memory of a visit to the country less than two weeks before.

Given this anti-British plastic paddy never stops banging on about his ancestral heritage and his love of all things Irish, you would think he would remember visiting the fucking place. His White House handlers must have thought they were in safe territory since he has been known to channel his inner Ron Burgundy and read “End of quote. Repeat the line” from teleprompters during speeches but was outfoxed a random question about his travels.

It got worse when asked how long had he had Alzheimers?

“As long as I can remember”.

Nurse!

NYP

Nominated by Liberal Liquidator.

The incessant bullshit in the media surrounding women’s football.

I know that’s quite a mouthful, but just saying women’s football is wrong it isn’t what I am cunting. I want women to be able to play football. I do not see why they can’t and should be encouraged to do so as often and to the highest standard they can. Just the way men can.

Here is my problem I can honestly say that I could pick a team from England’s pub leagues that could annihilate the national women’s team. I could easily, I may have mentioned before that I played low end semi pro and top level pub stuff. The last pub team I was involved in could boast several ex professional players. Not YTS kids but men who had had professional contracts with football league teams. And that was from just one team, (ok a top team), in a small Yorkshire town. How many more ex professionals could I call on registered with Sunday pub leagues nationally? Several hundred is my guess.

This cunting isn’t about knocking the women who play, (some maybe ex players on MOD) but not generally. It is about the fucking nonsense spouted on the; you’ve guessed it the beeb sky, bt sports et al. Sometimes I look for the scores and have to wade through the nonsense women’s leagues on web just to get to the get to championship men’s results. It used to be bad enough when the Scottish premier division was placed above the English leagues. That is also a shite standard.

FFS honestly. It is like being force fed green beans as a kid when what you really want is a piece of meat and chips.

Women’s football is massively subsidised by the men’s game. No fucker actually pays owt but a couple of quid to watch it. Kids go free Oaps free etc. Even national fixtures give away free tickets, loads and loads go to schools, just to get people inside the ground.

Top women’s teams now fly to fixtures fuck me that’s environmentally sound, not. or cost affective.

Right the cunting is specifically about the bullshit media coverage that surrounds women playing football not women actually playing to which I say get on with it and enjoy. Just don’t believe the hype.

football foundation

parliament publications

Nominated by Everyonesacunt

 
Your patience, gentles all , for this is yet another cunting for the Barmy Bullshit Corporation, and I am sincerely sorry if you are already up to here with the crass wokery of this arse-alike outlet. Forgive me.

R4 Extra can still dredge up some decent programming, invariably more than 20 years old, and accompanied by dire warnings that the material may not be politically sanitised. I still listen to it, while hoping against hope that the quality will not decline further. Sure, sure…

I give you R4Xtra’s current production of Ibsen’s Dolls’ House. A respectable enough work of Great Literature, albeit written by a Norwegian cunt and available only in translation if you don’t speak Danish or Bokmål. Regarded as a feminist play (Ibsen denied this), it is lacking only one dimension. Guess what?

Well done you. It needs to be relocated to the British Raj, doesn’t it? With a scintillating cast of subcontinental heroes and European villains*:
Niru Indira Varma
Tom Toby Stephens
Mrs Lahiri Shaheen Khan
Kaushik Das Shiv Grewal
Uma Rani Moorthy
Dr Rank Conrad Nelson
Bob James Allen

* The characters’ names -except Dr Rank’s – have been changed to protect the wokeness.

So not content with fucking up our own culture the Bastard Bollocks Corporation is starting on the Nordics now? Jonas Gahr Støre, the Norwegian PM, needs to call in the British Ambassador for a thorough cunting with an axe.

Bbc news

Nominated by Komodo

My HP laptop.
Yes, I’m cunting my fucking laptop.

I don’t know what model it is but it is painfully slow, struggles to run a basic text document, let alone Firefox or even NX Studio, without difficulties.

It has now developed a habit of restarting itself and losing portions of my work AFTER I HAVE SAVED IT.

After a positive experience with the Elitebook all of this is exceptionally disappointing.

Nominated by OpinionatedCunt.

I nominated school reunions a few years ago when a friend was invited to one and through a mate I hear that my old year group is planning one for the summer after being delayed by Covid.

It sounds fucking awful and I have no intention of going. I left the area more than twenty years ago and have no desire to see any of my peers again. Have the geeks really inherited the Earth and did the student radicals ever leave university? Are the sporty cool kids now fat and balding trapped in a mind- numbing career at the cracker factory fast approaching middle age? What happened to the good looking girls? Have their looks gone south, their perky tits and tight arses a distant memory and does anyone remember the name of that kid who shit his pants in PE?

All part of life’s rich tapestry I suppose but it doesn’t matter. Jobs, kids, divorces, weddings, coming out of the closet, John transitioning into Jan…I don’t care. I’m a bit of a lone wolf by nature with my own interests and a few close friends, we have all grown up and changed for the better or worse with the world a different place.

The consensus of the IsAC fraternity from the original nomination was a resounding “NO”. Wise advice from my fellow cunters.

The past is the past.

Nominated by Liberal Liquidator.