The Princess of Hearts and the BBC con.

Bashir is accused of forgery to induce the blessed St Diana to give her tell-all interview. (‘There are 3 people in this marriage, me, jug ears and a potted geranium’)

Wow. It must have taken some subtle subterfuge to get this publicity shy, shrinking violet to talk on camera. She does a lot of work for charidee you know, but doesnt like the exposure.

Fuck the BBC but this fuss over some fucking tittle tattle from an empty headed parasite is a bit over the top dontcha know. And perhaps a little late in the day. But hey, she still sells papers to the terminally half witted.

Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble

…and seconded by: Quick Draw McGraw

Martin Bashir. I know there’s already a nomination, but I’m seconding it. Bashir stands accused of coercing the late Princess Diana into a doing an interview with him, buy showing her paycheques (which have conveniently been stolen) that had been forged by a graphic designer, to prove that staff at the Palace were selling stories about her. He also lied about the Queen being a comfort eater with a serious heart problem and that Prince Edward had terminal Aids.

The BBC have already carried out an investigation (back when Hall was director of news) and, surprise surprise, found him innocent. Now there’s going to be another one, which her Brother, Earl Spence is demanding be carried out independently. If that happens, the BBC will be well and truly fucked. They’re already widely despised by the British public, particularly licence payers. This could be the final nail in the coffin for the bunch of partisan, far left fucksickles.

The BBC was asked by several journalists to arrange an interview with Bashir so that he could explain himself, but they said he was badly ill with Flu Manchu. This was shot to pieces when Bashir was spotted out in public, buying a takeaway. Oh dear it clearly never occurred to the dumb shit that the press would be camped outside his home.

What the fuck, a vaccine from these dodgy cunts.

Has the world forgotten that they had to pay almost a billion $s in just one case.
A number of kiddies died or were mutated in Africa.

Paying Dr’s to favour their products that didn’t do the job.
Plus other under-the-counter dealings.

You would seriously be better off getting a sharpie pen, drawing a comical Groucho muzzie and glasses on your face then try and clean it off with a brillo pad and vim. Because you’ll feel such a cunt you won’t want to go out and stand a minute chance of catching something rather than trusting this shower of shite.

Nominated by: Halloween Cunthook

(For the purposes of corroboration we have included sources for the allegations in this nomination – DA https://abcnews.go.com/Business/pfizer-fined-23-billion-illegal-marketing-off-label/story?id=8477617

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2011/aug/11/pfizer-nigeria-meningitis-drug-compensation )

Greg Clarke has been forced to resign as Football Association chairman because of the words he used to describe coloured footballers to the DCMS select committee.

His words were variously described as ‘outdated’, ‘abhorrent’ and ‘language that does not encourage inclusion’.

So which words did he use? N*****s? B**** B******s?

No, he used the words ‘coloured footballers’.

No doubt the objections came from the same people who demand we now use the word ‘issues’ instead of ‘problems’.

So please tell me which words I have to use in order to save my job.

Oh I forgot, I’m retired. Thank fuck for that.

Nominated by: Allan 

(More here – DA https://www.ibtimes.co.uk/greg-clarke-resigns-fa-chairman-over-racist-remarks-about-black-players-1685800 )

.. and supported by Komodo 

Political football.

I really, really don’t do football, so I’m probably the least likely cunter to react to the frequent outbursts of idiocy emanating from the game. This one hit me between the eyes, though. Greg Clarke, who is a chairman or something, has been shown the red card or expelled or something for stating his opinion.

https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2020/11/10/english-fa-chairman-resigns-after-unacceptable-racism-storm

(At least Al-J isn’t the BBC or the Grauniad. Best I can do, sorry.)

‘Unacceptable racism’ is now defined as
1. Calling black people coloured.
2. Saying South Asians are more interested in IT than football.

Also now lumped in under ‘unacceptable racism’ are
3. Claiming that young girls are put off football because they don’t want to get hurt
4. Claiming homosexuality is a lifestyle choice.

I think that means Clarke has officially ticked all the ‘I’m Offended!’ boxes, millions of wokes are even now in floods of outraged tears, and that yet another poor cunt who said what he thought is destined for the celebrity graveyard.

If Clarke had been Professor of Bame and Woke Studies at Formertech University, then, fine, stating his views would rather have undermined the substance of what he was teaching. He certainly wouldn’t have got the tenure in the first place. But a sporting executive?

“I may not agree with what he’s saying, but I will defend to the death his right to say it.”. And I don’t even like football.

So someone called Lee Cain has resigned from the jellyfish’s (thanks various IsAC contributors) administration.

Who? I hear you ask. Exactly. Some no-neck cunt has decided to spend more time with his family because he’s bored.

Let us not forget Lord Meddlesom and the Sheffield blind cunt who had to resign/were forced out of office for impropriety (i.e.being cunts).

I fucking hate the MSM for it’s doom and gloom/we are right/you are wrong horseshit.

Fuck’em all!

The cunts!

Nominated by: Dark key cunt

….and this from W. C. Boggs

A “do you want a good time, sailor?” red light cunting please for this brainless tart who, by getting old Boris into bed (not a difficult thing for a human with two tits and a cunt to do), and bearing his child (another one of several) has now taken it upon herself to meddle in politics, and has been instrumental in making Boris’ chief of Staff, Lee Cain, a dedicated Brexiteer to resign from his job:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-54907188

This will no doubt come as a duckie piece of news for Kweer and his kweers in shadow cabinet, and Lord Adonis of course.

Time was, when, if you took a mistress, she would be happy to spend your money, drink your booze and wear black crotchless knickers and a sexy suspender belt, now, it seems, they need to have a say in affairs of state.

Drop the old bag Boris, and give us the Brexit wen voted for.

(More news here – DA https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-54907188 )

..and a rather excellent one from El Cunto

Carrie Symonds The Trojan Fuck

The piggy faced “fiancée” of Boris Johnson and mother of his child has moved to undermine Brexit and engineer a sell out to Brussels at the last minute by setting his two Gauleiters Dominic Cummings and Lee Cain at each other’s throats. Johnson has never had any backbone and will pivot between the strongest voices around him, previously the double act of Cummings and Cain. Now they have had the heave ho, he only has the seductive charm of Miss Piggy to guide him and she has sole control of the key to her cunt.

Late one night recently in the bedroom above no 10 (all alleged of course, in case any lawyers are looking in -DA)

Johnson: Whooer gosh gosh (fart) I don’t ‘arf fancy a fuck old girl.

Miss Symonds turns over on her front

Johnson: Want to take it up the arse old girl? That’s usually my position wough wough puff puff

Symonds: If you want me there are consequences lover boy

Johnson: Oh you temptress I shiver with desire to lick your juices while you discipline your worthless slave. Crack your naughty whip around his bollocks. Stuff his mouth with your week old panties. Whoop whoop woo. Faugh faugh faugh. Shower his ugly unworthy face with your hot piss.

Symonds: Not those sort of consequences you wanker – and leave yourself alone. For every concession you make towards the EU you can touch me in ways that I will decide.

Johnson: Cor bloody exciting whoop whoop woo. What if I hide under the carpet when fisheries come up and the froggies get all the rights?

Symonds: You can put your finger up my cunt big boy

Johnson: Forrr worrr! And if I give all of Ireland to the EU? I would have to get stuck in the toilet to pull that one off.

Symonds: Two fingers up sweetie but you’ll have to cut your nails

Johnson: Hoot toot toot! I’ll let every smoggowoggo in the EU in if you’ll go all the way.

Symonds: How quaint you are darling. Come here and give me my kiss

She holds Johnson by the nose and gives him a big blubbery kiss

Symonds: Thank you for joining the Euro Jonny Wonny

Johnson: Eh what? Wha wha. Blimey. I’ve shot me load now. Whoorrr. It’s sticky. Blimey. What if I go the whole hog. Total capitulation, abject humiliation in front of that frog Barnier.

Symonds: You really know how to turn a girl on big boy.

She gets some KY jelly and steroids and rubs them into his flaccid old chap.

Symonds: You do that darling and it’ll be the biggest wank in history.

Yeah, I know. I’ve nominated this utter tool about three or four times already this year. To be honest, I’m actually starting to feel like I’m punching down, but the cunt makes it so easy.

Soooo…what has this distended piss flap done this time? Well, he’s been whinging about how he misses living in England, and announcing his love of trees. Yep.

Well, Lewis, you over sucked cock, I believe it was YOUR decision to quit this green and pleasant land for Switzerland and Monaco, because you didn’t want to pay tax. Nobody forced you to leave, it was entirely down to you. You were free to do that, and you are just as free to return any time you wish. So long as you give HMRC it’s cut, like the rest of us do. As for the trees, well, I’ve been to Switzerland, and they have, like, millions of trees. I haven’t been to Monaco, but I would imagine that they have at least one of the fuckers.

As I said, Lewis, you cum stain on the bed sheet of humanity, you’re free to return to the land of your birth any time you wish. All you have to do is open your wallet. Nobody likes paying tax. But let’s face it, you have a huge surplus of cash. It won’t bankrupt you to shift a few grand the Government’s way. So, quit your bitching, and either move back to Blighty, or shut the fuck up and go find a tree to hug, cunt.

Nominated by: Quick Draw McGraw