A wrong at the top of his voice cunting for the appropriately named arch Remainer, Steve Bray.

On the off chance that anyone in IsAC land isn’t aware of who this loony gobshite is, allow me to explain. Bray is Mr Megaphone, the wally who’s spent no less than 847 days at Westminster, bawling ‘Bollocks to Boris’ and other wildly inspiring slogans as part of an earache inducing crusade against Brexit. You’re bound to have heard the twat’s rantings disrupting interviews on the telly at some point.

It seems that Braying Steve has finally admitted defeat, and says that he’s hanging up his megaphone for good. Mind you, there’s a difference between admitting defeat and accepting it. He claims that ‘there’s still hope’ of staying in the EU, because according to his take on things, a majority of people voted for Remain at the general election. Apparently we’re all going to be ‘in hell’; after Brexit happens, ‘we’re all losers’.

Well Steve, you’re certainly a loser, you insufferable cunt. Now take your medication, and go for a lie down in a quiet, dark room for a while. Oh, and make sure that your megaphone stays hidden away, otherwise, as sure as God made little apples, somebody is going to ram it up your arse.

Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Nominated by Ron Knee

An emergency cunting for this slovenly, shit-stained, dirty, unkempt, vacuous looking arsewipe who, like the most embittered Labour Remainer, still hasn’t got the message we are leaving the EU evil empire:

https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/1218652/brexit-news-guy-verhofstadt-threatens-brexit-deadline-january-31-eu-parliament-consent

I would like to see this cunt end up in the same position as John F. Kennedy in the back of a car in November 1963 – it looks like the only way we will be free of these bastards.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Armando Iannucci…

I think that is how it’s spelt. I can’t be bothered to look it up. In line with this more speculative cunting. He has written or directed the new David Copperfield film with an Asian in the lead.

Cut to it. The byline I saw was we must be ‘colour blind’ when it comes to casting. Now I’m not one of those who says let them all fuck off. They’re here. We have to make the best of it, but how can you be colour BLIND when you are by definition WATCHING actors. You just can’t do it. Cyrano de Bergerac had a big nose. Depardieu had a big big nose as well, so was well-suited to playing him. But what if they made a new version of the detective series Bergerac and the actor had a huge great enormous nose. Wouldn’t there be whispers the next day,  “yes, I thought the storyline was good, but didn’t you think the actor had a big nose?” My point here is that the way a person looks is a crucial part of the success, or not, of a drama. CASTING is crucial in other words.

I simply don’t know what the answer is. Well, I do. But it is radical. Maybe the only thing that will make it work is all Asians dramas or all black productions. Laurence Fox comes to mind. I dearly wish that he would address this issue. But he would certainly be blackballed. A bit unfeasible that.

But the thing is just not working, certainly. Think recently of “A Christmas Carol” and “Dracula” – totally fucked up dramas. To quote an esteemed cunter Norman, ‘the disease that is Diversity ruins everything’.

I forgot I was trying to be positive. “My Beautiful Launderette” all those years ago was a success. That was because it was real. What is happening now is that directors are miscasting Asians or blacks in ‘agenda driven’, unreal, positive roles. What has got to be forged are accurate (good or bad) Asian/black characters. That is the only answer.

Nominated by Miles Plastic

A where there is blame, there is a claim cunting for US law firm, Walker and O’Neill (in advance of any successful litigation).

These ambulance chasers have stuck their head above the parapet and said family members of passengers on the cruise liner ‘Ovation of the Seas’ who died while wandering around on White Island (an active volcano no less), could well be “entitled” to millions of dollars in com-pen-say-shun.

Why? Well because the nasty people on said cruise liner didn’t warn the hapless holiday makers of the dangers involved!

Fuck me sideways, but if I’m on holiday and I see an excursion advertised, then I tend to ask what it is. If the words “active volcano” are mentioned, then the rest of the conversation is fucking superfluous….it’s a dangerous day out! But of course, in this pathetic day and age, everyone and everything else is at fault should things go disastrously wrong.

This was no doubt a tragedy, but just fuck off Walker and O’Neill. Adults make their own choices, accidents happen and not least while taking a fucking selfie in front of a volcano.

Nominated by KiwiCunt

A four-wheeled cunting please, for car manufacturers who can’t put their tyre inflation guides in a fucking scale I can understand. Fair enough, the guide is on the nearside door pillar, but put the fucking thing up fucking higher, so I don’t look like Quasimodo trying to read it.

“Idea!” thinks your hero: take a photo. Took it… WTF it’s in Bars? Look, you Cheese-eating, Macron arse-kissing monkeys, put it in fucking PSI. I cant be arsed to look up the conversion factor on the following grounds:

1. It’s Sunday Morning.
2. I’m hung over due to coming second in the quiz night.
3. I cant find the fucking calculator.
4. She who will be obeyed is in a shittier mood than I for the above reasons.
5. My fucking head felt like it came off and rolled across the back yard.

Citroen, please pay heed to my plea. It’s the UK. It’s PSI, you wankers.

Got that? GOOD.

CUNTS.

Nominated by CuntyMort