Juries are cunts. DLT gets off on a majority verdict because apparently some jurors were concerned by the “lack of forensic evidence and corroborating witnesses”. Er, excuse me but do ANY sexual assaults take place in front of corroborating witnesses?

They seem to forget that the women who came forward were credible professional women (one was a school Head Teacher); they were not floozies looking to sell stories to the tabloids as DLT alleged (nice try, Dave, but you’re not that famous any more, you deluded cunt), they simply wanted to see justice done.

By the standards required of the 12 Cunts on this jury, Chief Nonce Savile would have been acquitted too for lack of forensic evidence (what the fuck do you expect after so many years?) and absence of corroborating witnesses. Fucking CUNTS.

Nominated by: Fred West

( I prefer the South African system. Sod the jury – just get a hanging judge. Ed. )

Ice skaters – mincing about like food-processors at a LibDem conference.

Their arses are so big they have to have special pants made.

Dance like men!

Nominated by: Kenny

Look at this gang of cunts (thatcher’s mob) before they were ‘elected’. Then look at this other gang of current Tory cunts before they were ‘elected’.

Fuck-all happens on merit in Britain, and democracy is the worst cunting sham of all. All the cunts in parliament are placemen (or place bitches) with skeletons in the closet who will do as they are told.

When a decent person tries to get elected, the fucking morons that vote (and have their small minds made up by a few 15 seconds adverts on TV tweaking their sentimentally/fear/hate) shun honesty, and opt for the puppets.

Nominated by: Jenny Penny

French females have wonderful cunts – even if they do have hairy armpits.

French males are just cunts!!!!!!

Nominated by: Cunty Cunterson

F Y CN RD THS Y MST B WLSH

Does this sentence look pathetic to you? Be forever grateful that you hail from a wealthy and fertile land, a land that produces an abundance of goods and services. Be thankful you can afford to trade for such pleasantries and caprices as VOWELS. I have created “Vowels For Wales”, a non-profit NGO primarily dedicated to helping those most wretched of souls. If you have any vowels you don’t really need, please send them in.

Thousands of Welsh owe their miserable lives to the afflictions of their native tongue. They sit in their caves with their sheep and prostrate themselves before their ever so meek twig-and-pebble alters, bedecked as they are with any shiny things they might have found while doing pilgrimages to Tintern Abbey and the Wye Valley, and chant phonetically, in a language even they cannot comprehend.

Some naysayers foment that it’ll never work just giving them vowels. They say we’ll only encourage in them sloth and dependency. They insist the Welsh should be encouraged to avail themselves of their amazing comparative advantage in the production of consonants. They would be far better off trading with prolific vowel suppliers like, maybe, the Hawaiians.

They might be right; It is simple economics I reckon.

Nominated by: Cuddling Aquarians