Gambling Advertising

Gambling advertising is a cunt.

Every day there seems to be more and more adverts for various different gambling firms trying to muscle in on their share of a quick quid. On the front of football shirts, funky, colourful adverts that make it cool and fun, which for me, seems to be made to appeal to kids as well as adults, but no one is talking about the problems that gambling brings. In the last two years, problem gambling among the 11-16 year olds has soared, according to a gambling commission audit which was reported in The Daily Mail. Mobile apps have proved popular with this age group, with betting games being most played.

There are thousands of adults that have lost everything due to gambling: home, relationships, job, the list is endless and frankly, these betting firms don’t care. They wheeled out the slogan “when the fun stops, stop”. That’s really responsible, isn’t it? It’s like telling a cannibal to stop eating people when they don’t enjoy it so much.

It’s huge business and there’ll be a lot of money being made at someone else’s expense.

Nominated by EVILSCOTSMAN

Peter Tatchell (2)

Oh, what a gay day to offer a tinsel and glitter cunting of that elderly poofter, the self-righteous, publicity hungry, Peter Tatchell.

This time the great man is swinging his handbag at the BBC – not because of their political bias, but because a BBC1 comedy show ‘Gavin and Stacey’ is going to use the word *faggot* in the context of a song.

https://www.petertatchell.net/media/bbcaccusedofhomophobia-2/?__cf_chl_jschl_tk__=3c2747f62c2c7b29820c34d21b4fe4f2f58024d9-1577080651-0-AVtp1Md35WtjcDN430ivapi-tLZ912UCHudKLB1OzrxGrL6JXiyXwnKVDbhuiTVsOwJPf-fTyguW87T-lR-Hrin4Ipt6g3w7iTVD0LZl6DuUNx0BwaW7Kf_QMuyuBkwcq9z0POgn-fzuRIufdmhj_JLlacXhCD_oTDNbaIdMR_tbrNeml1n2uxiMC-rvRO3KgFg71eL_HrUN2sArpzbeKk2alDpF3AWKXHk7AYJusbesXY4Ii7-CloASh8Rv_ftQUE0YvvnOEdmIstL5YIlYdNX2CGQZrcQZhPSgwi14-toJ9kdK_BUMVnU4wrZuXKcaZA

“The BBC wouldn’t use the n-word””, the old queen whines. No ducky, but then I am not the Director General. Just try me if I were.

How the mighty are fallen – once it was mincing down the street to arrest foreign dignitaries, now it is sniping at some elderly comedy show on the telly.

Peter dear, fuck off and remember another song sang often at Christmas – “Nobody Loves A Fairy When He’s Forty”, and despite all the make-up it is obvious you are well past that…well past.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Disabled parking

I’d like to nominate disabled parking. As a wheelchair user I need to have a wide parking bay to get in & out of my car. All I see (if I can ever get a space) is so called disabled people getting out their car unaided, walking round the shops & getting back in unaided. I’m aware of hidden disabilities but surely you don’t deserve a wide disabled space if you don’t need it.
They’re giving disabled spaces to people with anxiety now! Their argument is that their shopping trip would be easier if they didn’t have the anxiety of finding a parking space!!?? Firstly, what the fuck is an anxiety sufferer doing shopping at such busy times & secondly what about my anxiety of finding a space where I can actually get in & out of my fucking car??
They give spaces for parents of children with ADHD! Surely that’s what the parent/child spaces are for!!

I am going to add to this, cunty car parks who charge for disabled parking, why you say? well my little blue badge allows me to park in some right cunty places, But sensible free parking stops us doing it, however the “lets rake it in council” seems to have other ideas. So cunty parking anyone?

And the worst part is the sanctimonious cunts who give me evil eyes because I drive a nice car & don’t look like I’m missing a leg until I start dragging my wheelchair from the passenger seat & start assembling it. Most of the time I’m the only person there who fucking *needs* the disabled bay but that doesn’t stop some old cunt staring at me as if I’ve stolen my grandmother’s disabled badge! The only saving grace is seeing their faces drop when the wheelchair is dragged out.

Cunts!

Nominated by BobMonkeycunt

Now a little contra cunting from Admin:

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/australasia/woman-with-multiple-sclerosis-asked-did-you-forget-your-wheelchair-after-parking-in-disabled-bay-a6730216.html

Goal Celebrations

Goal celebrations need a nomination.

I actually couldn’t care less about football, but I’m sick of seeing these cunts on the TV news sports reports, skidding on their knees or piling on top of each other in an orgiastic scrum, just because they kicked a ball into the net. In the old days, didn’t they just pat each other on the back and shake hands?

Whilst I’m in the mood, also a nomination for marathon spectators. Why would anyone want to stand at the side of the road for hours, watching a load of cunts running past? Same goes for Grand Prix spectators.

Grand cunts, more like.

Nominated by Mystic Maven

The Advocacy Academy

A ‘Yoof Activist, innit’ cunting for the Advocacy Academy, please.

Whilst I can see the relative merits of teaching young people to think outside the box in order to find new and better ways of doing things, I have to question exactly what these cunts are trying to achieve. To make my point, can I suggest you click this link and see if you can spot the common denominator here:

http://www.theadvocacyacademy.com/#the-advocates

(if you’re struggling, click on the ‘show more’ link under the mugshots.)

Yes, these are the ‘future thinkers’ that are going to shape the years to come. I wonder what the theme of their focus will be. Will it be a breakthrough in green energy, or a means of feeding the world, or even a cure for cancer? Well, call me a bluff old traditionalist, but I can only hear cries of ‘whitey is waycist’, ‘more multiculturalism’ and ‘Vote Labour’ as the dominant theme from their educated gobs.

I fail to understand why this sort of shit is being encouraged. Gobshite kids should have their legs slapped and be sent to bed – and Greta, that includes you too.

Study those faces carefully, fellow cunters, because their owners are soon to be seen glued on the the top of a train near you.

Nominated by The Stained Gusset