Some cunt has been putting plastic unicorns, the size of an actual horse, around Bristol, each individually decorated.

I have tried to find out the point of these , seemingly they have been sponsored by certain charities and you are supposed to go round the city having your photo taken in front of each one. I cannot imagine a world where that would pass for entertainment, but I have seen stupid cunts capering about in front of them, usually obvious tourists.

They make the place look an even bigger nuthouse than it already did. I can’t remember being asked if I want this crap all over the city. Some cunt is knitting woolly hats for postboxes as well, as if the fucking things might get hypothermia in the winter. I long for the days when people used to suffer in silence. Also, if you want to give to charity, why not just do that privately, instead of participating in some peculiar public nonsense.

Visit Bristol

Nominated by Mary Hinge.

Next time your Mrs tries to touch your heart strings, show her the link at the bottom.

Their first attempt ( kept that quiet, the cunts ) was not successful. Yet, they managed to scrabble up another few gazzilion rupees and had another go.

I’ll never, ever put a round coin in a collection tin again, ever.
I’ll just keep supporting my little, local, run by two people in their spare time charities.

It begins at home, after all.

Bbc news

Nominated by Jeezum Priest. More below from Captain Magnanimous.

On the train out of Delhi, you go through shanty towns so full of slumdogs and so vast, it takes an hour to pass They still persist in having eight children though, despite barely being able to feed themselves. Lots are starving. Pollution is so bad that when the head-wobblers blow their nose, black snot comes out. Rats run through Sanjay’s restaurant. Deepak is having a shit in the street.

And yet, they’ve just sent a rocket to the Moon. For the love of Krishna, why? How many gazillions of ruppees did that cost, although probably more than the nuclear weapons India’s bought. Don’t worry about Gando shitting his chicken tikka into the gutter, get Punjabba The Hutt into a spaceship, jaldi, jaldi.

Moreover, why are there so many Poppadom-munchers arriving on the dinghies? Are these Durka-Doughnuts fleeing a war?

What next, an expedition to Mars? Beyond? That’ll mean tens of thousands more masala curryfaces arriving by dinghy.

 
A proper cunting and no mistake. Students are being turfed out of their digs to make way for our beloved dinghy riders. A cause of righteous outrage. Check out what The Sun says in the link below.

Apparently, according to the Home Office, the asylum system is “under unprecedented pressure”! What fucking system is that? You may well ask. Is it the one that lets thousands of cunts in every fucking week? Whose fucking fault is that? Would that be the leftie, civil servant, fuck-witted cunts at the Home Office?

Maybe now the consequences of the Government’s open door policy are hitting students they will stop being hand-wringing apologists for any old woke shite and start acting like grown-ups in waiting. I look forward to their first anti-immie demo. We live in hope rather than expectation.

Meanwhile, the NHS could be “overwhelmed” this winter. Proper shocking. Bet you never thought that would happen. What can be the cause? Go on, take a guess…

The Sun

Nominated by Twenty Thousand Cunts Under the Sea.

Have we done this cunt?

He is a self-appointed guardian of London’s roads, at least as annoying and unwelcome as ulez. His MO is to slide up alongside unsuspecting motorists and film them using their phones, even when they are stationary in traffic. Often during rush hours when people are phoning ahead to say they are late.

He also parks himself on the wrong side of the road and stops cars and vans from turning right at a busy junction. In his arrogant seth afrikaan accent he commands the vehicles in question to reverse and join the proper queue whilst advising them they will be reported to met police online and will be getting a summons in the post. In addition he lambasts all his victims, telling they are terrible human beings and should be ashamed. He uses sarcasm with comments such as “did you get your licence from a Christmas cracker” and similar insults. Some motorists don’t take this very well. He has stopped doctors and even ambulances but ignores any infringements by fellow cyclists, claiming they could fall off and injure themselves. However, he doesn’t apply this logic to motorcyclists.

Now I am not condoning people who commit technical driving offences. We shouldn’t be using our phones on the move, nor taking shortcuts on the wrong side of the road. But this sanctimonious little snitch irritates me to hell. He pokes his nose in where it’s not invited. He causes people to get 6 points on their licence and possibly banned, losing their livelihood. He delights in humiliating drivers who are just trying to navigate their way around overcrowded capital roads. He sees himself as a national hero, supported by the likes of Jeremy Vile and other car haters.

The dice is already loaded against motorists especially those powered by ICE. We don’t need sanctimonious pricks like this rubbing salt into the wounds.

Youtube

YouTube Link.
(Hoisted by his own petard video link provided by our Motoring Correspondent, Night Admin – NA)

Nominated by Lord Helpus.

WARNING: It’s only allegations at this point, nothing proven so comment appropriately – NA.

I’m going to get this one in fast as the allegations are now flying that Russell might be a bit rapey.

Well, no shit Sherlock. Apart from most of his 2000+ conquests mostly being brasses, the unfunny, self righteous commie cunt of zero morals may (or may not) have overstepped the mark when little Russell was telling Russell’s top brain what to do

Telling the world that you’re a self proclaimed sex addict isn’t going to stand up in court either. So fuck you Russell.

Can’t wait for the lefty cunt to be torn to shreds by the same people who worship him as some kind of Messiah. Bwa ha ha haaa!

He’s not the Messiah. He’s a very naughty smackhead.

Sly News Link. (Link ironically provided by Minge Juice Bottler)

Nominated by : Odin

Additional thoughtful commentary from Miles Plastic:

Fame

‘am gonna live forever, am gonna learn how to fly HIGH!’

I suppose (like we all did) Russell Brand dreamt of being famous when young.
Maybe a pop star or becoming a footballer or being a film star.
Well it all came true for Russell Brand.
He got what he wanted.
He was on the telly and the radio. Beautiful wife with Katy Perry.
His name up in lights

‘everybody remember my name’.
Yes Russell’s brand has taken a huge hit. His name.

Now everyone WILL remember his name but for the wrong reasons.

I blame Fame. Not all of course but this modern Fame where people become famous overnight, they haven’t done anything, just blinded by it all. And (if I was honest) I was given that opportunity when I was young sex and drugs I would have lost myself in it I know.

My instinct with him that he wouldn’t have been as reckless if he hadn’t found the Fame.