Paddington Bear is a bit of a cunt, isn’t he?
Having been forced to sit through both Paddington Bear films, I feel compelled to cunt the little bastard.
During his stay in London, he works hard at destroying the evil menace, (bedsheet-clad Peacefuls who wants to destroy society), while fighting the injustice of the great Brexit betrayal and the Fourth Reich’s diluting of Britain’s freedom and independence.
Naa, only joking. The only evil in both films are Caucasian, middle-aged males, those utter, privileged, white-skinned demons.
Wait though, Ethnics are represented throughout. There’s the dark girl who kindly gives him a lift whilst cycling through their neighbourhood; there’s the female, Asian barrister; the happy Italian barber who’s ever-charming and no doubt pays all his tax; the cheery black Dustbin man who’s eagerly revising for exams; and who could ignore the conscientious, generous-of-spirit, Indian doctor. How dreary.
London is litter-free, everybody lives in four-story, staccato houses and this bear is an inoffensive, little scamp who just means well. No. He’s a bloody scrounger who lives the life of riley, constantly sponging off the myopic family who must feed the greedy, little cunt’s marmalade fix.
Paddington Bear is a deceptive, cloying, jobless, freeloading jam junkie.
Nominated by, Captain Magnanimous




