The BBC’S “Sound of 2020” deserves a cunting.

The winning act in question being Celeste. No, I’ve not heard of the cunt either!?!

This work-shy yank has a voice like the air escaping from the pinched valve of a balloon but – of course – she does tick a few boxes on the totem pole of oppression, which is far more important than musical ability.

The BBC “Sound of (insert year here)” award has a panel of independent judges who make the decision. I’m assuming they only got photos and “back stories” of the nominees this year? Mind you, what do you expect from a panel that previously selected screeching Sam “I’m non-binary, please buy my records!” Smith and the fish wife Adelephant.

Next year’s winner will no doubt be a trans who can’t sing, but who can make a catchy popping sound by squeezing a ping-pong ball out of their inverted cock cunthole!

Cunts!

Nominated by Rebel without a Cunt!

These are the totally unbiased, across the political spectrum cunts they have lined up.

Grunter Thunderthighs: Yes, the spoon-faced halfwit will be advising us on how to live as we did in pre-industrial times.

Rapper, George the Poet: Fuck knows who, or what this is, but I can only assume Stormzy wasn’t available due to ‘musical’ commitments. And perhaps a bit of stabbing.

Artist (?) Grayson Perry: The cross-dressing, well known Boris supporter.

Supreme Court President, Baroness Hale: The one who is totally unbiased and delivered an unheard of eleven-nil verdict against the government to thwart Brexit.

Charles Moore was mentioned, but that must be an oversight by the BBC.

So there you have it. The BBC charter commitment to impartiality in a nutshell. Time the BBC poll tax was rescinded and that the fuckers are moved out of London.

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble

BBC’s Dracula – saw the first episode yesterday. I fully expected it to be shite, and it surpassed all expectations. This was not unexpected as it is typical of the BBC to ruin everything they touch with their pointless ‘re-imaginings’ of classic stories – even more so, since Moffat and Gatiss were behind this.

They naturally had to introduce a homosexual element, where a nun asks Jonathan Harker if he had sexual intercourse with Dracula. The nun was of course portrayed as free spirited and empowered. She also turned out to be called Van Helsing. So you can already see, presumably, that an empowered woman is going to be Dracula’s nemesis. There was also a black and a Chinese nun – just what you would expect to find in a convent in 1890s Hungary. Dracula himself started off with an eastern European accent and gradually ended up sounding like an East End wide boy. It’s in three episodes, so can only get worse.

Nominated by Mystic Maven

Now, this used to be a fascinating night when I was younger, but in recent years it’s been a pile of cunt, usually fronted by either a potato crisp salesman or a `national treasure’ Lesbian.

Now, given the recent results of the `Glorious 12th’, I have been dipping my toe back into the bizarre world of ‘today identifying as Auntie BEEB,’ so thought I’d give it a go. Well, fuck me. After some Dark key footballerist who is apparently descended from Jesus himself, the greatest sporting highlights this year appear to be wimminz football, wimminz rugby, wimminz cricket, and any number of raspberries able to steer their wheelchairs without stacking it, oh, and Michael van Gerwen, presumably because he represents Europe.

Fuck off until you can do it properly again, you bunch of faggot, virtue signalling, Libtard arsewipes.

Cunts.

Nominated by Kunte Kunty

I know, it’s been done to death, but could we please have another extra large Cunting for the BBC, please?

Not content with having recently dug up H.G.Wells and pissed all over his corpse, with their righteous ‘now’ version of War of the Worlds, Auntie Beeb has deemed it necessary to ruin the start of my Christmas TV, by fucking about with Dickens.

That’s right folks, the BBC have dug up Mr Dickens and made him look a right Charlie.

In their ‘new’ adaption of ‘A Christmas Carol’, a younger Eb Scrooge strolls about his office, giving long cryptic monologues to Bob Cratchit (who now seems to be a young socialist revolutionary, barely hiding his contempt for his evil capitalist employer).
The best so far (just watched Ep.1), is that Mrs Cratchit is now a Dark-key. Yes, Bob’s in a mixed race marriage (all the rage in Victorian London weren’t they?) It’s also hinting that Mrs C may have been dabbling in a little prostitution for a few extra coins (get ready for the tale of the poor, victimised ethnic being subjugated by the evil, white property owner).

Can these millennial, righteous-signalling, snowflake Cunts keep their hands off none of our literary classics? Is nothing sacred anymore?

Fuck off BBC – stick to celebrity dancing specials, un-funny cross-dressing comedy sitcoms and bollocks soap operas. Fuck right off.

Nominated by Lord of the Rings