This one really is a right cunt to be sure.

For the last couple of weeks, Mrs D has complained of distorted vision and a black fuzzy line across her right eye. Trip to the opticians quickly confirmed a detached retina in her right eye and we’re told to go fetch the car and drive immediately to Norfolk and Norwich Hospital where we spend Friday afternoon in the emergency eye clinic.

Like the song says “on Saturday and Sunday they do no work at all, so ’twas on the Monday morning that” we get a call from the hospital saying come in on Thursday ‘cos we’re going to operate.

The procedure is a right sod. They remove some of the vitreus from your eye using a laser and inject a gas bubble to force the retina back in place. Then they stitch up the hole in your eyeball. It ain’t nice but I suppose it beats going blind in one eye.

But it’s the post op thats the real cunt. They don’t warn you about this bit. First you have to keep your face pointing downwards for the first 24 hours (we’re lucky because some people have 7 days of this). This makes sleeping extremely difficult so she sat all night in the kitchen chair with her head resting on her arms on the table. I sat with her all night so as you can imagine we were both totally knackered.

She went into post operative shock in the early hours but pleased to say she got through it in one piece. At least there’s some good news because after 24 excruciating hours she is allowed to leave the kitchen table and needs to spend the next 7 days looking downwards with her left cheek on a pillow. We also have steroid drops to kill the swelling and anti bacterial drops to kill any infection.

She can see sod all out of her right eye which in any case looks like she’s gone three rounds with Mike Tyson. As I write this she is hunched over the table with her forehead on a yoga block snoring her head off. The poor bugger is totally knackered as it’s the first sleep either of us has managed since yesterday morning.

Yes, this procedure is a real cunt and the post op procedure is just as bad if not worse.

And at the end of it all, a good result is 80% normal vision restored – definitely a weapons grade cunt if ever there was one…

Link – not for the squeamish :
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Nominated by: Dioclese

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“Uncle Tom” has been used or insinuated against Chief Justice Clarence by 3 BLACK commentators. Samuel L Jackson, Lori Lightfoot, Whoopie Goldberg.

The most offensive comment by Jackson–‘How’s Uncle Clarence feeling about overturning Loving v Virginia??!!’

That refers to the legalisation of interracial marriage. Lightfoot ‘(‘Fuck Clarence Thomas’), Mayor of Chicago couching Abortion ‘rights’ with the fight against slavery. And Goldberg reminding Thomas that black people were only considered ‘a quarter of a person’ by the Constitution or something back in the day.

Anyway he’s an ‘Uncle Tom’ figure doing the bidding of his white Masters.

In his Senate hearings all those years ago he accused those left wing politicians of a ‘high tech Lynching’ for those ‘uppity blacks’ who dare to think differently. Meaning Conservatively.

He is married to a white woman.

How hateful all three are.

Switching it a bit to Candace Owens. She really nails how Blacks have been enslaved again. But this time by white liberal Democrats. Keeping them fed on a diet of past injustice. Keeping them down by destroying initiative. Oppressing them by making the case they are ‘different’ and need special pleading.

A recipe for despair.

It is like the Abortion debate. Those on the Pro- Choice side really are saying we must have it (even though it is morally reprehensible) because we need women to able to get out of a fix. It’s quick. It takes care of the ‘problem’.

The same with Democrats funding Black organisations who just perpetuate Grievance. It’s quick and easy. It takes care of the ‘problem’.

A counsel of despair for both.
You have got to work at life’s problems.

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Nominated by: Miles Plastic

Another cunting please for these useless spunk trumpets.

Why oh why do these fat arsed bitches have to leave the fucking offside passenger doors open?

Add to that the cross sectional area of their arses (which have satellites orbiting within the gravity field), plus the fact my van has insufficient fuel to slingshot around said arse in the middle of the road.

Please put the monglets on the nearside and every one is safe. On a good day the local primary school has vehicles parked on both sides of the fucking road then said cunts escort little Gonorrhoea and Chlamydia in the gap down between said illegally parked vehicles.

Bah CUNTS

Nominated by: CuntyMort

LONG TV ADVERT BREAKS:

It seems that the arseholes that make TV adverts, where sweet fragrant Davina is married to Abdul, a man with a lavatory brush under his chin, and has one half caste little girl with frizzy hair and a little white blond boy who Adolf would have been proud to call his son, and grins as she opens another box of All Bran (having first ensured she has a good supply of that air freshener that disperses especially malodorous smells emerging from the lavatory), then goes into the boring old white fart who lives next door, opens his post and gives her advice on Sun Life’s Over 50 Insurance Plan, before going home to discover she has pissed herself and gets into a pair of Tena Ladies PDQ before discovering a Wowcher deal and “she “THINKS” she likes it” – so much for the cost of living crisis), don’t have long enough to spread their “creative” juices, so the ever so helpful broadcasters want the advert breaks extended:

BBC News Link

“Longer and more frequent” – so even more funeral adverts, more mobile phone contract fraudsters, Haribo adverts where adults talk like 4 year olds, and some old obese cunt trying to knock down the able-bodied in his cripples chariot “scooter”. Even more Dark Keys advertising filthy smelling “fast food”, and those ugly men and wimminz who perform a sort of opera for a washing powder on rainy days (the sort of opera that old slapper Angela Rayner might just about understand).

Even 20 years ago when ITV/Channel 5 had the rights to show the “Columbo” stories, films that had a running time of 70 minutes were put in slots with running times of at least 90 minutes, and on Channel 5 sometime even longer. “Love Your Garden” with a running time of 47 minutes today, placed in a 60 minute slot, will probably be renamed “Love Your Windowbox” with a running time of 15 minutes in a 60 minute slot.

What will be the point of watching anything on commercial channels?. And to think BBC 4 will soon be no more, replaced with the homosexual and tranny lovers of BBC 3. What will be the point of even having a TV – apart from silly old cows like ths spouse who would have nothing to live for without Emmerdale Farm noth of today and eons ago. I’d get rid of the TV tomorrow, since they still reject my idea for a weekly two hour programme of striptease from the top London clubs.

Nominated by: W.C. Boggs

And in a similar vain, here’s one from Sick of It

Is nothing sacred anymore.

The old farts TV, daytime TV, the Sweeney, Professionals, Minder and so on, watched by old farts, they must be otherwise why would the adverts be aimed at people in later life. SunLife, Pure Cremation and Throw you in a cardboard box and chuck it on a bonfire (made that one up).

The thing you can be sure of is the adverts will be white, old twat handing his phone to a neighbour so she can call SunLife ‘they are ever so friendly’, a youngish woman telling us about a cheap no fuss funeral, ‘peace of mind isn’t it mum’, that dopey cunt saying ‘my lot know how to party’. Yes they are fucking shit but everyone is white.
Not anymore Pure Cremation have broken away, obviously a well off old white couple with a daughter and husband, a couple of kids but the son in law is a full on Rasta type.

Just wait for SunLife and Simple whatever to jump on the bandwagon, nothing left for us poor white folk to hang onto.

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Kate Bush is top of the charts.

Inflation is raging.

The cold (in fact a real) war is back.

And leading the way back to the 80s, or perhaps even further back to the 70s, is Mick Lynch, RMT union dinosaur. He drops so many aitches that a little man has to follow him around to sweep them up with a dustpan and brush. He talks of “my committee”, “my members”, “getting round the table”, “this tory government”. Yes friends,  all the old clichés are there as used by Hugh Scanlon, Jack Jones,  Arthur Scargill et al.

I have to admit he is impressive in the way the late Bob Crowe was. He has a way with words and won’t back down.

And we are all suffering due to the economic conditions. But do those supporting Lynch learn nothing from (recent) history. Chasing inflation with absurd wage claims will only drive it upwards. Remember BL works demanding 35% more for building crap cars?

The railways were kept afloat during the pandemic with public money. They are still operating well below capacity because a lot of people continue to work from home. The fares are ridiculously high and will have to go up to cover wage rises. This is a mad merry-go-round which more and more groups will join. Aslef next. Then Royal Mail. Even the barristers are striking!  Give into one lot and the rest will follow.

And despite Kier Starmer’s pathetic pleas many of his MPs are joining the picket lines.  If Boris bales and Labour creep in then we are truly back to beer and sandwiches in No.10. No, not covid parties but a prime minister hosting union leaders and giving in to all their demands.

What a prospect.

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Nominated by: Sir Percy Percy