Labour luminary Harold Wilson once reputedly observed that ‘a week is a long time in politics’. That being the case, Sir TwoTier Stasi must reckon that a year is a bloody eternity.

Cast your minds back twelve months, fellow cunters; what wasn’t Labour going to do? It was going to revive the economy and bring growth and prosperity. It was going to sort out the chaos in the NHS. It was going to solve the festering sore that is the migration problem; it was going to ‘smash. the. gangs.’. And so on. Perhaps somewhat forgotten now is Labour’s manifesto pledge on the issue of sleaze. Ol’ TwoTier was going to pull on his big boy pants, and address issues of malfeasance by focussing on accountability and by adherance to ethical standards in public life. Apparently. So how’s that all been working out then? Let’s have a little look.

Well, Sir Stasi hadn’t had the the key to No 10 for five minutes before ‘Freebiegate’ burst upon him, and he was ducking and diving about the receipt of tens of thousands of freebies ranging from clothes and specs for him and his missus to football and concert tickets. Regardless of whether or not there was any actual wrong-doing involved, the optics were awful at the time that Labour was taking the axe to the winter fuel allowance.

Then began a steady dribble of, shall we be kind, and say ‘misfortunes’. Louise Haigh resigned after some murky dealings involving a mobile phone of all things, and a possible breaching of the ministerial code. ‘Anti-corruption’ Minister Tulip Siddiq quit over claims that she had family ties to the former Prime Minister of Bangladesh, under investigation for, er, ‘corruption’. Andrew Gwynne was sacked as Health Minister for sending messages in which he hoped that a pensioner who had the audacity to disagree with him would die. Then there’s MP Mike Amesbury, who was convicted for assaulting a constituent, and send down for ten weeks (later suspended). Not to mention Rushanara Ali, Homeless Minister who had to resign after evicting tenants from her London property on the pretence that she was selling, only to re-let it shortly after at a much higher rent.

And coming up to date, there was the spectacular fall from grace of Our Ange, forced to quit the front bench after admitting to underpaying stamp duty on her flat in Hove, after years of banging on about the need for absolute probity in government, and acting as Labour’s rabid attack dog against opponents.

And then came the breaking of… the Peter ‘Lord Scandalson’ Mandelson shocker. Mandelson, of course, is, as I write, our ambassador to the US, but how long he can survive is open to debate as seedy revelations about the extent of his relationship with convicted p@edo and (possible) suicide Jeffrey Epstein break over his head, and Sir FreeGear’s judgment is again called into question. Initially he’s backed him, which is usually the kiss of death in these matters. Odds are though, he’ll have to sack him, unless he resigns first;

Anybody with a brain bigger than an atom knew that a Labour government would be a clusterfuck of incompetence and that the wheels would come off big time, but I don’t think we could have guessed just how much of a part such shady, sordid antics would play in their rapid fall from grace. ‘The grown-ups are in charge’ they said. That’ll be right, you dodgy bunch of wankers.

You almost have to feel a pang of sympathy for the hapless Starmer, as his much-vaunted ‘Phase Two’ vanishes beneath the waves like the Titantic. Almost, but not quite. Who’s to say what further ‘indiscretions’ might have been revealed by the time that this nom gets posted (if it gets posted)? He must wish that the waves would swallow him up too, a wish no doubt heartily shared by many millions the length and breadth of this sceptic isle.

Financial Times.

Nominated by Ron Knee.

It seems that “The UKHSA (UK Health Security Agency – NA) found black Africans represented 20% of all newly diagnosed people in London in 2022.”

Furthermore “We do a lot of work with asylum seekers, refugees and people who don’t have English as a first language, so often they don’t know where to go which is why we go to them” to quote another charity helping foreign types ruin the country.

It certainly doesn’t seem as though the country has hit rock bottom yet there’s still some way to go with these diseased swine carrying on with their wretched behaviour.

BBC News.

Anyway,not to worry there’s lots of free treatment available via Our NHS.

Perfect.

Nominated by : Unkle Terry

is a cunt

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.

Once upon a time, there was a bloke called Fred, who at some juncture, decided that he was in fact a woman, and henceforth, would be known as Freda. ‘A sign of the times’, you might say, ‘whatever (yawn); just get on with it and don’t annoy everybody else with your hang-ups and delusions’.

Well here’s where the plot of my cautionary tale thickens. Enter former South Wales police superintendent Cathy Larkman, who served in the force for over thirty years. Cathy was shocked when she received the proverbial ‘knock on the door’ from officers of her former force early in September. These worthies were there as part of an investigation into her alleged ‘crime’ of referring to ‘Freda’ as ‘Fred’ in a soshull meeja post, thereby committing the utterly heinous offence of ‘deadnaming’ the trans activist by using his former moniker.

The plot thickens further if allegations in ‘The Sunday Telegraph’ are correct. ‘The Telegraph’ states; ‘it is believed that Ms Larkman was reported by a disgraced transgender (former) police officer named Lynsay Watson- a figure with a history of urging the authorities to pursue criminal investigations of people who are critical of gender ideology’. The paper’s report also states that ‘Watson (formerly known as Alex Horwood) is believed to be the person’ who dobbed in Graham Linehan to the scuffers, leading to the writer’s subsequent arrest at Heathrow.

Needless to say, Ms Larkman was both shocked and outraged to learn that her former colleagues had been looking into this matter over a period of ten months, which in her opinion, constitutes a ridiculous waste of time and resources. This, I would suggest, is the view shared by any sane individual, especially when you learn that of course, no offence was actually committed, and the whole matter was dropped.

Now I’ve put this nom up under the title of ‘deadnaming’, which to me is another idiot concept dreamt up by transgender ideologues, and is a perfect illustration of the fact that they inhabit a parallel universe to the rest of us. But the nom must also extend once again to a police service which cannot, it seems, show a modicum of common sense and discretion when such ludicrous and vexatious complaints are made. ‘Bad faith actors’ is the term which is often applied to these shit-stirring tranny time wasters. I can think (as I’m sure you can) of a much punchier one word epithet…

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Nominated by Ron Knee.

a unique blend of composts that will enrich your garden and improves clay soils
well that’s what it says on the bag.
Having a shit clay soil I thought I would buy some, 3 bags in total.
With the promise of rain I spread it over the veg beds and hoed it in quite nicely.
my initial thoughts on opening the bags was that it smelt like creosote, I can live with that.
Day 2 the creosote smell has gone, replaced by a very distinctive smell of shit, farmyard muck heap, possibly pig shit, shit smell.
one of the beds is right next to my neighbours front door, and I put two bags on it, it really smells of shit, still no fucking rain!
The dog thinks the stuff is fantastic and tries to eat the larger pieces, but as I have said it stinks of shit!
so to condense my statement, I seem to have wasted £15 making my flat and garden smell of shit!

Now that’s cunty!

love the garden

Nominated by Lord Benny.

are cunts.

I’d like to cunt “woke, soft little snowflake bastards in the workplace”
About 8 months ago our boss announced at work that the latest vacancy in our office had been filled.
She needed someone to train him up, so, being the caring, mentoring type that I am I duly obliged, for a boost on my hourly rate of course for the duration of the training.
All goes well, he gets signed off by a higher up and he’s in the thick of it with the rest of us (this is a busy railway ticket office btw).
The rest of us are all time served, with an average of 15 years in each at least. We’re straight talking and take the piss, quite a lot, the banter is ruinous but never personal.
This new lad though, he really can’t handle us. If he fucks up, which he has done on occasion, we laugh and barrack him for it, but, as far as we are concerned this is a learning experience in any job.
Last week (this is early August) he went running off to our line manager who instead of telling him to man up and give as good as he gets, backed his ‘dignity being compromised’ claim. He went off sick last week when we had a forthright chat, nothing untoward or personal, just a chinwag about whether his future lay elsewhere within the company. Now he’s got our backstabbing boss on side we have to watch our p’s and q’s. “A backbone will come with experience” she told me!!!!
He’s 21 and looks like the son of Worzel Gummidge by the way. Neckbeard, Virgin, lives in his bedroom with his PC playing Minecraft or whatever, the lot. Archetypal head down the bog at school type.
What the fuck has happened ??? How the fuck have we got to this ??? God help us if shitsticks like this have to defend this country at some point. Lads younger than this fought in two world wars for this country. Gentlemen of ISAC !!! We’re fucked, proper fucked.
No links. This is just a personal rant for me.
At the time of me writing this, the investigation is ongoing and I e been invited to an interview on the situation. The soft little cunt !!

Nominated by Sir Talbot Buxomley.