The BBC informs us today that not all of the Afghan women footballers who were allowed to come to the U.K. in 2021 along with their extended families were, after all, footballers. This will of course come as no surprise to we cynics on IsAC.

I seem to recall that some American celebrity paid for the stunt. At the time I questioned why these persons did not go to the USA as prospects for female footballers were better.

Anyway , I eagerly await this situation being sorted out by the Home Office and those of them who should not be here (all of them in my opinion) being sent back to Pakistan which is where they were. Alas, I fear that my wait will be considerable,probably never ending.
As ever Admin, I rely on my fellow stalwarts to provide the piss boiling link.

Bbc news

Nominated by Guzziguy.

An emergency cunting please Admin for Kontinuity Krankie himself, one Humza Yousaf.

Ever wondered what racial hatred looks like, cunters? Well view the link below.

I watched that clip in utter disbelief. Scotland’s new First Minister is a racist nutjob who openly sneers at 96% of the people he represents. Fuck me, the SNP are even more insane than I imagined.

We’re going to have some fun on IsaC with this cunt in the coming months.

Youtube

Nominated by Geordie Twatt.

Apologies if the topic of this cunting is from last year, I can only assume it was Gary announcing he was in fact black and his ongoing Brexit induced far-Right paranoia that caused it to fly under the radar. Anyway, I don’t think this prick has a sell by date on being a cunt.

OK, down to business. Gary Lineker doesn’t like flags. Any flags.

I love a good flag, the iconography and how they can represent a countries history and culture, a bloody civil war, a unification or maybe a hangover from colonialism as well as instantly recognizable symbolism like the rising sun of Japan or the maple leaf of Canada. They can invoke a sense of patriotism, cultural identity, pride and belonging or if you work for the BBC and read the Guardian, shame and self-loathing.

I’m unashamedly bias and love the symmetry and design of the St Georges Cross and Union Jack. From flying at Waterloo as Wellington crushed Boney, quelling rebellion in a far-flung corner of the British Empire to appearing on the horizon as the crown prepares to civilize more filthy savages. I’d imagine holocaust survivors were glad to see these “pieces of cloth on sticks” as they were liberated from the horrors of the concentration camps by the allies during World War 2 as will be Gary’s favourite dinghy rats when they are made citizens and see their new British passports which they will inevitably get.

I note that Lineker will wrap himself in the national flag (or any other for that matter) when there is a bit of self-promotion involved or money to be made. He has no problem putting the flag of Ukraine on his Twitter page or wearing the lapel pins of the rainbow and BLM flags when there is a bit of leftie arse crawling to do.

We shouldn’t be surprised, Lineker is globalist, nihilistic wanker. Millions died for a “Piece of cloth on a stick” throughout history and they deserve some respect.

Express

Nominated by Liberal Liquidator

Age Concern UK

I have just been watching UK TV and an advert has actually upset and angered me.

It shows an old lady freezing in her own home and an old man hogging a seat on a bus in order to keep warm.

There was also the token black man.
I think that his role was purely for ‘diversity’ so I didn’t take much notice of him.

What the fuck is wrong with your country and why are you not protesting on the streets?

The fucking place is awash with food banks, ex servicemen are sleeping on the streets and old age pensioners are urged to call a help line if they are freezing to death.

It’s the year 2023 for fuck’s sake!

Meanwhile your 4 star hotels are crammed full of the world’s filth.
A nice warm room, cable television, beds and towels changed daily, rooms cleaned, free food and weekly spending money.

Are you fucking mad?Yes we probably are, CA.

Youtube

Nominated by The Artful Cunter.

I always know when Spring is upon us. Is it the subtle change in the air, or the flowering of the daffodils? No, it’s when the wife looks up with a gleam in her eye and says ‘oh yummy, Monty’s back this week’; Monty, for those unsure, being hoary handed son of the soil Monty Don. Yes him, the BBC gardening guru and sex god from ‘Gardeners’ World’.

Can anybody out there explain to me what exactly it is about this bloke that makes ladies ‘of a certain age’ froth like a beck in a storm? The widder woman who lives across the road from us goes swivel-eyed at the mention of his name. Her dog’s named after him.

A few years ago the wife went all the way to Edinbugh just to attend an event that the cunt was putting on at the Book Festival, and returned with signed copies of two of his books. My mate Big Al’s missus frankly admits to fantasising about being pawed very roughly by ‘his big, coarse, hairy hands’, and makes very unsubtle references to the size of his cucumber.

Now I’ll own that the wife’s right when she says that I’ve got absolutely no grounds for getting peeved with her about this, given the amount of time that I spend drooling over (and I quote) ‘that Mexican piece with huge tits’. Ah Salma, my Salma.

Yes, I’m forced to admit that this cunting is based on nothing more than sheer puzzlement and unfounded, irrational jealousy on my part. I’m jealous that Monty Don is a fanny magnet. The green-fingered bastard.

Guardian

Nominated by Ron Knee.