A top-of-the-morning cunting to that old Oirish queen Geldoff, elderly former pop-singer who arises from his coffin from time to time to hold forth on matters dear to his wallet. By the look on his face he has recently sniffed Anal-ease Dodd’s shit stained bloomers. This time it is the Foreign Aid Budget, which is rightly due to be pruned:

https://www.express.co.uk/news/politics/1363115/Foreign-aid-budget-cut-bob-geldof-boris-johnson-rishi-sunak-aid-budget

“Orders” you notice – as does gurning nerd Bill Gates, who has a personal fortune estimated to be well over $100 billion. If these rich cunts are so philanthropic, why don’t they open their wallets instead of their big sanctimonious mouths.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

What the fuck is wrong with John Barnes?

‘John Barnes claims Liverpool boss Jurgen Klopp would have been sacked in his first two years in charge at Anfield if he was black!

Where did he get that conclusion from? Is there evidence that a black manager is disposed of cos he is black, innit?

Why would white supremacists appoint a black manager in the first place?

I remember Barnes from the days I watched football. He had to put up with some nasty shit from the crowd. He doesn’t seem to have been much good as a manager but then, few are and most are sacked. It has fuck all to do with colour.

Liverpool, like Man Yew before them seem to have seen the wisdom in keeping a manager with potential through lean times. Or did they do it cos they was white? Or in Fergusons case a sort of mottled red.

Barnes, fuck off and stop jumping on the latest, racist bandwagon.

Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble

(More here – DA https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/football/article-8945581/John-Barnes-believes-Jurgen-Klopp-SACKED-two-years-black.html )

It was with great glee and exhilaration that the Ministry of Truth put out its notice this week that a vaccine has now been successfully developed.

Not less than 3 days later and Ticketmaster has said it will want proof of vaccination or negative test before entry to events. The Premier League wants to implement a ‘freedom pass’ – Orwell is now on turbo-spin in his grave.

Hancock said on the radio they’ve been planning for the vaccine rollout for months. No wonder then that they have been steadfast in their refusal in denying the gargantuan body of experts contradicting SAGE and who are trying to tell us that this is nothing short of gigantic fraud and medical tyranny.

GCHQ is now conducting industrial espionage on behalf of the pharma companies, silencing ‘anti-vax’ sites and people who dare question the science. The Royal Society in London said we should consider criminalizing anti-vax misinformation. The army is using its 77th brigade to fight ‘anti-vaxxers’ online.

Just what exactly are they so afraid of? The truth can always stand up to scrutiny. Unless of course the truth is one big pile of shite.

The data clearly shows CV19 is no more dangerous than a seasonal flu epidemic, and for under 75s a non-risk. But you know what the data also shows? That every major disease for which we created a vaccine for was already in decline long before the vaccine was created. Go look it up. Could it be that better sanitation, water and food quality is responsible for the decline? Matches up pretty fucking well in my opinion. Maybe people get diseased because we live a completely artificial polluted society. Ask the Victorians about their green arsenic based wall paper.

When they try to coerce everyone into getting the vaccine, which they will, just remember you have a choice. Your body belongs to you, not the state. I will be telling them to shove it up their Rs sideways.

Nominated by: The Big Chunky Cunty

A keep left, Holier than thou, pissed as a fart cunting please for Anthony Blair’s arse-licker in chief, Alistair Campbell, who has – YET AGAIN – mithered on about his “battle with depression”. Perhaps the reality of Brexit has finally caught up with the drink-ridden old cunt:

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/books/article-8943447/Politics-hard-depression-harder.html

Apparently he “nearly” topped himself. He is a misery to himself and a burden to everyone else, so next time Alistair – just do it, duckie,

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs 

Ahoy cunters. Recognise yourselves here. ?

Character: Howard Beale, the “magisterial, dignified” anchorman of UBS TV. He’s also going mad.

Gender: Male

Age Range: 40’s | 50’s | 60’s

Summary: The play version of Howard Beale’s famous “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!” speech.

HOWARD: I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job, the dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter, punks are running wild in the streets, and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do and there’s no end to it. We know the air’s unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat and we sit and watch our teevees while some local newscaster tells us today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We all know things are bad. Worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything’s going crazy. So we don’t go out any more. We sit in the house and slowly the world we live in gets smaller and all we ask is, please, at least leave us alone in our own living rooms. Let me have my toaster and TV and my hairdryer and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything, just leave us alone. Well, I’m not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad. (He gets up from his desk and walks to the front of the set.)

I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot. I don’t want you to write to your congressmen. Because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the defense budget and the Russians and crime in the street. All I know is, first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say: ‘I’m a human being, goddammit. My life has value.’ So I want you to get up right now. I want you to get out of your chairs and go to the window. Right now. I want you to go to the window, open it and stick your head out and yell. I want you to yell, ’I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this any more.’

Get up from your chairs. Go to the window. Open it. Stick out your head and yell. And keep yelling. First you’ve got to get mad. When you’re mad enough we’ll figure out what to do. Stick your head out and yell, ’I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more.’ ‘I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more.’ ‘I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more.’

That’s it. I’ve had it with the foreclosures and the oil crisis and the unemployment and the corruption of finance and the inertia of politics and the right to be alive and the right to be angry. I want to hear the little man and woman — I want to hear you now — go to your windows — yell out so they can hear you — yell and don’t stop yelling — so the whole world can hear you — above the chaos and degradation the apathy and white noise.

They’re yelling in Chicago. Yell, yell, and then we’ll work out what to do about terrorism and the oil crisis. Stick your head out of the window and shout it with me: ’I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more. I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna take this any more. I’M MAD AS HELL AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANY MORE.’.

Nominated by: the cunt of montybisto

(Also from the great film, “Network” – DA)