He’s the Lieutenant Governor of North Carolina, he claims to be an Evangelical Christian and he’s the Republican nominee for the post of Governor in the 2024 election. Eager to identify himself as a candidate firmly affiliated to the right, he denies climate change, he opposes the legalization of marijuana and he’s spoken out in favour of gun rights. Controversially he has also made antisemitic remarks and has denied the holocaust. He has been praised by Donald Trump as “an unbelievable Lieutenant Governor”, “a very good man”, “a great one”, “a Martin Luther King times two” and “a Martin Luther King on steroids”. Yet Robinson himself described King as “worse than a maggot” and said that the civil rights movement was a communist plot to subvert capitalism and free choice.

Robinson has declared that he wants abortion to be outlawed completely, though he paid for his girlfriend, now his wife, to have her pregnancy terminated. In 2022 he criticized the availability of birth control pills and condoms, advocating that contraception should be banned. He described transgenderism as “filth”, but it’s now been revealed he was responsible for remarks put on the message board of the online forum Nude Africa, including that he enjoyed watching transgender pornography. “That’s fucking hot” he wrote, “Yeah I’m a perv too”.
On the same forum he wrote that he was a black Nazi who preferred Adolf Hitler to Barack Obama and supported the reinstatement of slavery.

Nothing like a bit of scandal and hypocrisy to instil confidence in the voters.

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Nominated by : Allan

are cunts.

Now, there are millions of sites on the interweb extolling the virtues of this 360 million-plus year old species.

They are survivors.

Thing is, I just don`t fucking like the armour-plated segmented little twats.

If you turn flip one over onto its back, they have a translucent undercarriage with nasty little squirming legs. The stuff of nightmares.

Next week … “foreign wasps”.

Cunts.

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Nominated by Sam Beau.

Julian Dunkerton (it reeks of Islington, doesn’t it? – (you can imagine mummy in the local BUPA delivery room saying to her husband “you have such a fucking daft surname, lets give him a poofy first name to go with it” – the boss and founder of Superdry, which sells ripped jeans and what looks like the scrapings from a jumble sale at highly inflated prices, is asking the government to investigate one of their rivals because they have an “unfair advantage” – that is they sell their clothes cheaper than his old rags.

Of course, businessmen can now see that they have the Prime Minister in their pockets. At a price. Perhaps he is hoping Kweer’s son fancies some of his old tat, free – he is 16, just the age range Superdry appeals to. £75 for a tatty tee shirt? – an absolute snip.

Dunkterton is the EU loving arselicker, who, while his business was in freefall found time to appear on the Wireless 4 wokefest Any Questions to decry Brexit, “trannyphobia” and the Conservative party., and to lap up the cheap rounds of applause they give to wankers like him.

A true socialist hypocrite, our Julian. Selling ripped jeans at £99 a throw is the mark of a true caring man of the people. Even Albert Steptoe wouldn’t lower himself by wearing Jules old schmatter:

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Nominated by : W. C. Boggs

is a cunt.

It’s just before 9am and I have pulled into a motorway service station for a coffee and a piss.

It’s sunny and quite warm and there are a dozen or so people sat around outside at the various tables and on benches.

Each and everyone of them are staring at their mobile phones.

My first mobile phone was in a car and was installed about 40 year’s ago.
It cost me about £3.000 if I remember correctly.

It was hard wired into the car.
It had its own dedicated speakers and microphone.
The handset was on a cradle between the front seats.

I needed it because I was a busy person doing a job that involved a lot of travelling.
Thankfully the company that I was with paid for it.

But even though car phones were a novelty I didn’t use it that much.
I didn’t need to, but it was there when required.

On an average journey I may have received one call.
I may have made the occasional call but more often than not the phone was unused.

I look around now and I see nothing but people with their faces stuck into their mobiles.
Youngsters, housewives, scruffy bastards who are probably not working.
All of them intently staring at their phones.

Go to any restaurant and you will see entire families or groups of friends silently looking at their mobiles.
There will be no conversation at all.
Even when eating these people will have their phone propped up in front of them. Probably watching videos.

Why is it that nowadays everyone, regardless of their age needs to be constantly stimulated?

It seems that nobody can spend any time at all without being informed and entertained.

I remember watching an episode of Star Trek.
There was a game which the crew had started playing using a special visor.
It was so addictive that everyone was playing it all of the time.
Nothing else got done.

The episode was about how this game had been planted on board by an enemy and how easy it was to control the crew and eventually take over the ship with just the use of entertainment.

With the misinformation and propaganda on the Internet and so readily available, I believe that we are quickly heading that way.

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Nominated by The Artful Cunter.

Let’s put our breathing apparatus on again to inspect the shit stained sewer that is the top of the “government of (self) service”, in particular it’s cheap trollop of a deputy leader, Rayner. who, it seems, is yet another “close friend” of that generous old poofter Lord Alli. Now the old tart is a fag hag, it seems. She accepted a free holiday in America, so she could go down on her ex boyfriend Sam Tarry – a man she loved so much she was prepared to see him thrown out of his seat in Ilford South to make way for the turbaned twat Jas Aswal, a man who seems to have as many questionable businesses as Del Boy.

She seems to think that, despite telling the audience at the End Of The Kweer Show in Liverpool, the government “has to make tough choices” (hardly an original catchphrase with this shower!) it was perfectly all right for her to go to America to stay with her ex-lover with everything paid for (including for Mr Tarry as well, one assumes – I wonder if she charged him his usual fee for her “services” though? – including his obligatory trip to the clap clinic when he came home.)

We all know the bow legged old whore is desperate for cock, but there should be limits. God knows what she will be getting up to – or down on – in Liverpool.

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Nominated by W C Boggs.