The British summer.

May – fucking gorgeous

June – a washout apart from three days of rioting.

July – more fucking rainy bollocks. Well at least the riots stopped.

Sunny days matter.

Nominated by: Dark key cunt

Right, I’m nominating Robin DiAngelo and her book ‘White Fragility’ for a hardcore cunting.

Firstly, if nobody knows who Robin DiAngelo is, join the club. I hadn’t a scooby doo who this curly-haired harridan was either until a few days ago where I kept seeing this book front and centre in my Amazon suggestions and in my youtube recommended playlists. It turns out, after some digging that this book is an Amazon top-selling, ground-breaking tome centred around ‘white people’s’ inability to talk about race without lapsing into overly defensive uses of logical counterarguments, total self-denial of their own unconscious racism and emotional clinging to outdated ideas such as ‘individualism’.

So, if you’re one of those people who still think Martin Luther King was onto something when he said “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”, then she’s got news for you: get used to it. You’re still a racist. You evil son of a slave owner scumbag.

To be clear, this is the basic premise of the book:

White people are by default racist. If they deny it, this proves they are blind to their own racism. Even if they don’t act racist, they are still white, which makes them a racist anyway. If you do confess to being a racist, well done…you’re a racist.

Classic witch trial logic.

This circularly reasoned, Kafka trap is the most racist idea one could possibly imagine and is tantamount to evoking ‘whiteness’ as some unavoidable original sin. Deny you’re a racist: you’re a racist. Confess: you’re a racist. To borrow a Christopher Hitchens quote, we are ‘born sick and ordered to be well’ despite our own inability to see that we are indeed sick. So, there is no absolution or forgiveness on offer here in this religious writ. It’s just platefuls of group guilt and shame.

Of course, the author herself is so woke/holy she gets to avoid this moral catch 22 altogether. After all, her being a High Priest in the Ecclesiastical Order of Wokenes (read: Sociologist at a liberal arts college) she has been able to see the light through years of consciousness-raising, self-flagellation and virtue-signalling. After all, she’s an ‘educator’ and ‘diversity trainer’ for FTSE companies. None more pious than that.

She’s also the biggest overtly racist piece dog manure going. And, one that is unanimously endorsed by the mainstream media and entertainment industry right now, as if her mere presence is a shield against accusations from the woke mob. She’s basically a white guilt insurance policy for famous celebrities, middle-class undergrads and anyone with a blue checkmark on Twatter.

And, no I haven’t read it. I don’t need to. When you understand the one guiding axiom of ‘progressive theory’ is that white = evil and that all their conclusions can be reached through this most basic chain of faulty logic imaginable, you kind of get a feel for how this shite goes.

Nominated by: Flappy Cuntlips

I´ve just finished reading a massive biography of Napoleon* and could not help but think how “nationalist” leaders don´t always come from the country they profess to love.

Napoleon, for example, was a Corsican whose exploits led to the deaths of millions of Frenchmen. Other outsiders include Hitler, an Austrian, and Stalin, a Georgian, both of whom butchered their adopted countrymen by the million.

Douglas Haig, the commander of the British forces in WW1, was said to have been Scotland´s greatest patriot as his disastrous tactics led to more English deaths than in all the centuries of warfare between the two countries.

Most royal families in Europe have little if any native blood. For example, Prince Philip is a naturalized British citizen of Greek and Danish descent who took the surname Mountbatten. That name is an anglicized version of Battenberg and was adopted during WWI to dissociate the royals from Germany. Many people at that time would have remembered that Queen Victoria´s husband, Albert, was a German.

It´s also interesting to think how many “national” leaders were born with one foreign parent or in another country. Churchill was half American, Trump is half Scottish, Obama is half Kenyan, de Valera was half Spanish and born in New York, Ben-Gurion was born in Poland and Verwoerd in Holland. Former Australian PMs Julia Gillard and Tony Abbott were born in Wales and England, respectively. There must be hundreds of other examples.
* “Napoleon the Great” by Andrew Roberts. If you can´t face over 900 pages the BBC has a series of podcasts summarizing the book. Be warned though. The author thinks the suns shines out of Bonaparte´s arse.

Nominated by: Mr Polly 

You can call it street art, you can call it expression but I call it vandalism.

There are some very artful people who draw impressive pictures in public places but it’s still fucking vandalism. What really boils my piss is the cunts who go round tagging their initials on walls, usually it’s done with the writing ability of a five year old.

For instance the local hood rat gang has decided the brick shelter in our local park needed tagging. It didn’t, graffiti is like littering, it’s ignorant and it’s ugly. I live in a small town, the local hood rats think it’s the Bronx…..cunts.

Worse still the cunts on TV who claim graffiti is legitimate art, it’s not, is littering art? Is taking a shit in the street art? The addition of graffiti to an area is an ominous omen, add a couple of broken windows and before you know it crime follows and decent people find themselves living in a proto slum.

The cunts should caught and then there home should have an open day where anyone can walk in and spray what ever they want inside the offenders house.

Nominated by: Sixdog Vomit 

Bristol City Council are most definitely deserving of a nomination. This morning (Wednesday 15th July) I saw on the news, announced very smugly by the BBC, that the so called leaders of that city had replaced the vandalised statue of Edward Colston with another. “Good”, thinks I. Then I heard what they’d replaced it with. Not some famous man or woman from days gone by, but by a black female BLM member, right fist raised high and wearing a Wolfie Smith style beret. You read that right. Bristol has officially capitulated to the racist, Marxist BLM, by erecting a statue to the fuckers.

And that’s not their only act of cuntery. You see, the statue has apparently been as much of a surprise to Bristolians as it was to me. The council never told anyone they were planning this, probably because they knew it would cause a shit storm. And like the true cowards they are, they erected it in the dead of night. Inevitably, there have been calls for this affront to the decent, law abiding citizens of Bristol to be removed. Given that the Mayor of Bristol is of somewhat of a vagina-ish nature though, I very much doubt that will happen. I do, however, expect there to be a lot of expensive, hi-tech security around that abomination, lest someone take it upon themselves to…errr…unerect it. Bristol City Council, Mayor, you are undoubtedly cunts.

Nominated by: Quick Draw McGraw

Along with: Sick of it, Lord Helpuss, and one or two others

(Ordinarily we would put something like this in the “BLM Shit” thread. But the actions of the BLM mob has certainly raised a few heckles here, so we have processed a Nomination for you to vent your spleen – admin)