He kneels for 8 minutes and 46 seconds in honour of a dead black fella he neither knew, or had anything remotely in common with.

Terry (deliberate misspelling) is a multimillionaire several times over; George was a man living on the bread line.

Terry lives in a rarefied bubble of fawning suckups; George never did, until recently.

Terry waxes lyrical about George; George wouldn’t have know Terry if he’d shot him in dead in the road.

The differences are many more than I can be bothered to highlight, other than Terry is a fucking “black warrior” so long as it suits his quest for public adoration.

Twat.

Nominated by: KiwiCunt 

I´m surprised this old pimpess hasn´t been nommed yet – or have I missed something?

Anyway, the rancid hag is finally in police custody in the US on charges of allegedly providing her former paramour, Jeffrey Epstein, with underage girls for his depraved desires. No need to point out that Epstein´s buddies included Prince Andrew, Bill Clinton and The Donald. Epstein committed suicide in a holding cell in New York last year and if you believe that you´ll believe anything.

Was Ghislaine – who according to the Netflix series on Epstein joined him in threesomes on occasion – found cowering in the corner of some cheap motel in the middle of Nebraska wearing a blonde wig and registered under a false name? After all, police have been looking for her for a year so she must have really gone out of the public view.

No, she was in a 150-acre ”rural retreat” in New Hampshire, down the road from New York. About armed 20 police arrested and handcuffed her. I would not be surprised to learn she liked that part.

Ghislaine was a “socialite”, i.e. a parasite living the life of luxury from the swindles committed by her father, Robert Maxwell – another alleged suicide. I wonder if Ghislaine will soon be found dangling by the neck from a knotted sheet in her cell.

Nominated by: Mr Polly 

and seconded by W. C. Boggs 

A poor little rich girl, woe is me, I don’t know nuffing cunting please for this plain and pricey offshoot of the estate of the late Robert Maxwell, one-time Labour(!) politician, press baron and creative user of pension funds. Ghissy can’t help her parentage (her late mum Elizabeth Maxwell, an academic who pretended to be as dim as a 2 watt light bulb where her husbands “business dealings” were concerned, but lived very comfortably off the proceeds).

A jury will decide next year whether Ghislaine was a pimp for Mr. Epstein, or not, but she will be in the slammer for a year until that decision has to be made (no doubt if found not guilty a compo claim will be made by Ghissy).

What she did or didn’t do is of no concern to me here, what does annoy me about this ugly old tart is the air of mystery and intrigue she likes to pretend. The latest ?porky? she has told is that she has a “secret” husband, whose name she will not divulge:

https://metro.co.uk/2020/07/15/ghislaine-maxwell-has-secret-husband-wont-say-who-12994428/

Apart from inheriting her fathers greasy and ugly facial features, did she inherit his capacity for telling tall stories?

Who can this blind man be? Are Prince Andrew’s eyes OK? (he arranged for the daft cunt to sit on a throne at Buckingham Palace 20 years ago (and I don’t mean the servant’s bog). Is Ghissy really that interested in men enough to marry one?. Perhaps her “husband” uses a strap-on in the bedroom.

Perhaps a few months in solitary will loosen her tongue. IF she is “married” I suspect that the marriage is of the sort enjoyed by “Lord” Adonis. All that bitch loves is money and even more money.

I’m sick of hearing about him, every thing he says or does is analysed to death to find a negative spin. “Trumps left eyebrow makes racist gesture.” Sort of shit.

Give it a fucking break, listening to the media you’d think he was the most evil dictator in history’s death Obama was the second coming.

Just open your news slot with a we hate Donald Trump monologue and get it over with. I’m bored with it and I suspect most normal people are bored with it.

Nominated by: Sixdog Vomit 

Well its happened again to the surprise of no one. Another day another company bends over backwards to crawl back up its own arsehole in the name of diversity. Birds Eye the frozen brand has replaced the familiar image of the jolly seaman, Captain Birdseye, mainstay of over 50 years on its packaging, with a woman.

Apparently this is just a temporary measure to promote a new line of fish fingers but seems to me another symptom of replacing white men in advertising to bolster companies woke credentials. What’s next, ‘Milk Tray Non-Binary Person’?

On the plus side at least it wasn’t a Somali pirate. Fuck off Birds Eye.

https://www.somersetlive.co.uk/news/local-news/new-captain-birdseye-woman-gloucestershire-4311718

Nominated by: Liberal Liquidator 

Cod preserve us. They’re skating on thin ice. Is no plaice sacred any more?-  admin

I’ve been using this site for a while now, but this is my first post, so please be nice. Basically, I want to nominate cliquey sports clubs. I’ve been a member of a few of these institutions over the years and have found that on the whole they comprise cliques of people who won’t give you the time of day. You’re new, you try to make the effort to get to know people, but always remain on the periphery of their little groups.

Tennis clubs are generally the worst for this and I’ve heard similar stories from other people in the same position. The last club I joined was a nightmare. There were even people who went along just to be seen and I don’t think I ever saw them pick up a racket. I lasted about 6 months before an incident saw me ejected. One night, this pair who always played doubles together (part of the main clique) were asked to split to mix everyone up, which sounds fair enough to me. One of them was asked to play with me and wasn’t happy about it from the off. Anyway, I was playing like a bastard and we were losing as a result and this prick starts berating me. It’s an unwritten rule that you can get annoyed with yourself (which I frequently do), but never your doubles partner even if they’re fucking shit which I was. As the set progressed, he was getting more and more pissed off to the point where he said “I didn’t ask to be partnered with you”. So, I proceeded to over to where he was standing and told him I’d wrap my racket around his head if he didn’t shut the fuck up. Needless to say; he told the committee and I was asked not to come back. I virtually had to threaten to burn the clubhouse down to get the rest of my membership fee returned.

Another club I tried was archery. I did this as a kid and was quite good at it. The club I belonged to back then was great so I thought why not get back into it? I perused the internet and found a local outfit who billed themselves as “a friendly club”, so I made some inquiries and got myself along. It wasn’t fucking friendly though was it?

The people there turned out to be a bunch of socially-inept fuckwits who I’d normally cross the street to avoid. Anyway, I persevered a for a few weeks until one fateful night. The field we used on a school campus had on this one occasion been double booked and we were relegated to a small corner behind the bike sheds. T

he person who made the error to their credit came over to apologise to us and the club’s treasurer thought he’d have a pop and sent this poor sod away with a flee in their ear. I was really embarrassed by this and followed this person to apologise and state that I appreciated their efforts to make things right and that this committee member had not spoken for all of us. When I got back, they asked me what I had said to this person and I explained that I had to apologise for that awful spectacle.

When challenged, I proceeded to explain to this committee member in front of his shit-caked friends that I deal with some awkward cunts at work most days, but am paid well for it and I don’t want to be doing this in my free time for no money. Needless to say, I wasn’t invited back.

From what I’ve seen and apologies if I’m generalising here; most people who become committee members in these clubs are those who’ve failed in their careers and either want a bit of power or the feeling that they’re contributing something. I manage both a team and projects at work and I’ll be fucked if I’m going to be spending my free time doing it!

Nominated by: Piss Chisel