
Signage for the UK government tax and customs department more commonly known as the HMRC in Whitehall, London.
Here is a French woman of African origin – she probably has an arse modelled on the boot of a 1951 Standard Vanguard Mk 1 – who is in need of a really good and painful cunting.
This monument to indolence started work with HMRC in 2019, and the following year she launches a campaign claiming “discrimination”, then the poor little thing went of work in 2021 due to “stress” (of course), and requested, with typical entitlement that she “wanted correspondence kept to a minimum – and only by email”.
Well,her employers sent eleven 11 emails over the course of the next month (that stress really lays you low honey child, innit), enquiring after her imaginary illnesses, then had the temerity to send her a birthday card – despite the lady’s strict instructions that she didn’t want to celebrate her birthday – so she did what any up-her-own-arse African woman would do and took HMRC to a tribunal, claiming “race and disability harassment” – and the stupid bastard judge AGREED with her claim saying sending that card “was unwanted conduct”.The old whore has now pocketed over £25,000 , £20,000 of which is for “injury to feelings”. If only ratings in the RN in my days at sea could have got £20k each time our parentage was questioned , for one example.
No doubt the old bag will be celebrating her win on donating the money to Oxfam or other charities which support de brothers and sisters back home. But she will probably gorge herself on Jaffa Cakes and dem red beans and rice.
Perhaps Reeves and Kendall should seek to make sure lazy cunts like her work, and don’t milk the tax payer, before they try to force white unemployed youths to fight in Kweer’s “coalition of the willing”, because they can’t get jobs because priority is given to trollops of colour, like Toure.:
Nominated by W C Boggs.