(Our Ange arriving at the House of Commons for another busy night on the Floor, allegedly! – Day Admin)

Granny Rayner/Sharon Stone.

Yes! At P.M. Question Time, just to put Boris off (apparently)
It was however, like the film, just an open and shut case! But on this occasion, a misunderstanding mixed with some misogynistic tripe, by all accounts.

Well unlike Catherine (the name used in the film) I just hope Flangey was wearing something between her legs, because if she wasn’t, and Queer Charmer had been on the receiving end, he would have recoiled with embarrassment, and confusion, at the sight of that thing resembling a carpenters tool bag, knowing full well he has recently lost track of what a real woman is, or even looks like, deep down, if that really is a good example anyway.

The Basic Instinct star incidentally is 23 years older and looks fitter. So I know which one out of the two I would prefer to drag into a shop doorway.

Daily Mail Link

Nominated by: Lord Scunthorpe

A university professor in the colonies has just successfully sued his employer for 400 grand. All because of some uppity little cunt who demanded to be addressed by correct gender pronouns or as a bird (born a bloke).

The professor innocently answered a question with, “Yes Sir,” to which the 18 year old student took offence. After the lecture, he confronted the professor and said he was a tranny and needs to be addressed as a woman. He then got huffy and flouncy and demanded to be called by his ‘correct’ gender pronouns (the usual ‘they them’ shite I think).

The professor, quite rightly, refused and the little shit then pretty much said he’d have him fired. He filed a complaint and the soft as shit yooni gave the prof a written warning with a clear intention to get rid of him if it happened again (which it would as soon as the uppity cunt got in his face the next day I bet).

Well, good for the colonies because the prof won damages due to his first amendment rights being violated.

A matter of time until it happens here and when it does, the prof will have no chance due to our lack of such protection. These cunts can probably have your job if you don’t let them control the sounds coming out of your face.

Imagine some bloke getting in your face and saying “Call me Miss, right now or I’ll have you fired.”

I’d knock the cunt out. And I’d be the bad guy forever.

I did want to cunt the student, but his (yes, his) name has never been released. They had no problem releasing the professor’s name though, therefore throwing the prof to the uppity widow twanky/antifa loonies.

Fuck off.

Fox News Link

Nominated by: Cuntybollocks

Things have come to a sorry pass in Orwellian Britain where you can now be imprisoned for telling a joke.

Paul Busetti shared a crude joke on a private YouTube channel about the Grenfell fire. It was a cardboard model of the tower on fire. The faces of residents were painted in the windows. In the video Busetti can be heard saying “ that’s what happens when you don’t pay the rent”.

Yes, it’s pretty tasteless. But so what. What’s more tasteless is the fact that Busetti has been sentenced by Westminster Magistrates Court to 10 weeks imprisonment, suspended for two years.

Since when is sick humour a criminal offence punishable by imprisonment? Should the likes of Jimmy Carr, Frankie Boyle and even ourselves here on ISAC face imprisonment for the odd borderline joke? Jail time might be good for Carr and Boyle ( a pair of cunts) but it would grieve me to see Lord Fiddler banged up (although there might be some comedic value in it, I suppose).

No one should serve time for a joke even for an offensive one. A joke is not a violent act. No one is physically harmed and no property is damaged or lost. The problem is that the Blob has decided to equate thoughts with violence. It’s now criminal to think or say certain things – usually involving effniks. But Western Liberalism traditionally said that freedom of speech and thought is sacrosanct.

We have taken a seriously wrong turn. The sentence handed to Mr Busetti is deeply illiberal and worrying. Welcome to Oceania.

Cunts.

News Link

Nominated by: MMCM

Yesterday, I watched a bit of Lancashire County Cricket Club’s opening match on YouTube. Sky are too interested in the crash, bang wallop of 20/20 cricket to cover County cricket nowadays, so the clubs show the games themselves. Initially, a year or two ago, the coverage was unwatchable (a fixed camera and no sound).

Imagine my pleasant surprise, to see multi cameras (some moving) and pretty slick presentation, including David ‘Bumble’ Lloyd as a pundit and commentator.

I recall him saying he was retiring from commentary and expected never to see him again.

Well, my initial suspicions that he was asked to leave and probably paid off by Sky look a possibility now. You see, he offended the hypocrite that is Azeem Rafiq, no stranger to being cunted here.

Lloyd revealed in a recent interview that he felt a bit lonely on commentary when they got rid of Ian Botham and David Gower. It was pretty obvious to me Lloyd found it difficult to have the bawdy jokes he used to have with his old mates on commentary. I can recall him saying things like, “The umpires getting his ringpiece out.” And he once did a hilarious innuendo laden demonstration on how to change the rubber grip on a bat (“Slide that rubber down the shaft lad. That’s it! Give it a good rub up and down.”)

If he tried to have a laugh with the new woke wimminz and token dark keys (who replaced the likes of Botham, Gower and the late Shane Warne), it just didn’t work.

And he hated it, you could tell. It seems he was told to stop being funny, which is the way he’s always commentated. Too risky in the current climate.

With Rafiq, it seems Lloyd sent private messages to ‘friends’ to say an inconvenient truth, with regards to Asians contributing to the running of local clubs, “Getting subs from Asian players is like getting blood from a stone.” One of his ‘friends’ (unknown) grassed him up. What a cunt!

Anyway, my point is that cancel culture is now ruining sports coverage. Instead of a commentary team having shared experiences as players and joking about them, they’ve shoehorned in some chippy, unfunny splitarses who do not share the same experiences. And it’s fucking shite. Cricket is a long game with breaks in action. Funny stories help with those gaps in action. Now, no cunt dare say anything, unless it’s to go on about some blm/woke shite.

Test cricket fans may understand what I mean, when I say that test cricket commentary has always been entertaining and different to any other sport…until recently.

The good news is that it will lose Sky custom and make cunts like Rafiq unemployable.

Wisden News Link

Nominated by: Cuntybollocks

Royal Mail are cunts and cunts again!

A renowned online retailer sent me two separate parcels by recorded delivery to be signed for. Both orders were worth over 30 quid (vinyl records, as it happens) and I have 100% proof that the aforementioned shop did send them.

But, last week, those dozy or devious fucks from the Royal Mail delivered one parcel. Yet, on their website, the bastards claim that the two parcels were delivered to me on that day and that they were signed for.

First of all, only one parcel turned up. Second, I did not sign for anything and I wasn’t asked to either.The ‘signature’ on the Royal Mail website is an unintelligible scribble. But those cunts still insist that the postman/cunt who signed for the parcel that I did get signed for the other one at the same time and delivered both.

Only thing is, the total fuckhead didn’t and only delivered one. I also don’t believe it was delivered to the wrong house. It says it was delivered to me, but it hasn’t been.

I suspect some light fingery, and I hope the cunt’s hands fall off if that’s the case. I am now after twatting my postie and chasing up the infamous and useless Royal Mail complaints department. Fat lot of good that will do though.

In my current (OK, permanent) condition I can do without this shit. And The Royal Mail can fuck right off.

Nominated by: Norman

(Welcome back to the Fold, Norman. It’s good to hear from you once again. 

– Lots of love. The Admin Team)