This nom is not aimed at any country in particular, from what I see they all (Western Europe) have their own versions. My exposure to same would be via YT comment age under vids about governments being (specific)cunts, .. or about scumbag level migrants and other societal freeloaders being expensive, dangerous cunts, and so on. Ditto online news-stories ‘readers comments’ about the same shit.

And this site.

Now, don’t get me wrong, .. a big flush of the proverbial toilet IS what’s required. And some people truly believe it’s going to happen. Some thinking within a short time period, others recently commenting it’ll be another generation or 2.

Not me, though.. And instead of ignoring/allowing the ‘comfortable’ abstract notion that seems to pervade i.e. ‘everything will be alright after the uprising has been and done’ .. I don’t think it will happen and society’s current backwards and downwards spiral is all it’s ever going to be, at this point. Y’see, ..everyone seems to be waiting for someone ELSE to ‘do’ it, whether spontaneous or organised. Oh, then they’ll support it, alright, but from the safety of home. Maybe even stream footage on Youtube and so people are now SO self-centric, that ‘The revolution will be monetized’.

Recent subjects on IsAC have pointed out that generation by generation, the next lot behind are without-fail more useless than the one preceeding them.

And the older the participant, the stronger their ‘back to the way things were X years ago’ sentiment. But 70-somethings, 60-somethings do not the best insurrectionists make. Urging it onwards by typing on a phone will not make much difference should a real event be attempted. Boots on the ground by that stage. So who is left?

50-somethings exhibit a kind of ‘well, I’ll just about eek out the rest of a natural lifespan before things sink to REALLY unlivable standards, .. the younger lot will have to have themselves an uprising at that point down the line though.

But by now we’re closing in on generation ‘useless cunts’ x,y,z.

Those cunts are never getting out of their seats for anything (except
doorbell dinner delivery), ever.

No the only cunts I see eventually hitting the streets and overthrowing anything at this point are – mundo ironically – the tens(hundreds?)of thousands of quite feral, evermore self-entitled, angry, bone idle, lawless, no-consequences ‘men of military age’ currently festering in resentment at the indigenous whilst being 100% under compliment to that indigenous species who – whether they like it or not, PAY for these cunts undeserved, freeloading ‘new’ lives, without ever having been asked if they wish to or not.

Now, when THAT ebony lot get it into their primitive heads to hit the streets united in looking for ‘more’ , having decided everything they get is not enough, .. that’s when we’ll see self-serving civil unrest and unabashed trouble for the authorities(and the store owners!). Phone commenting won’t be enough to placate those savage cunts, no sir!

Me? .. I don’t give a fuck anymore. Put me in the 50-something mindset described above.

“I’ll be dead by then and fuck everyone else” in an (honest, if nothing else) nutshell. I have no intention of being the somebody else some lazy useless cunt stranger wants ‘somebody else’ to be for their sake, with no notion of actually mucking-in themselves, should the time come ever.

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Nominated by Shit Cake Baker.

This is not a new phenomenon, but I always thought it utterly absurd to punish a football club for the “unacceptable” conduct of their fans. Link below, but I’ll copy/paste a section just to also highlight the illiteracy of the cunts who work in so-called journalism these days (just in case they edit it later):

BBC Sport.

West Ham have been charged by the Football Association over alleged homophobic chanting by their fans during last month’s 2-1 loss at Chelsea.

It alleged “the club failed to ensure its spectactors2” and “did not behave in an improper, offensive, abusive, indecent or insulting way with… reference to sexual orientation”

With stewards, plod, CCTV and other fans being encouraged to text the seat number of offenders to the authorities, why should the club itself shoulder (financial) responsibility for what people do, just because they were let into the stadium? If a Wet Spam fan chanted “Chelsea rent boys” to a Chelski fan in a pub, it wouldn’t make sense to charge and fine the owners of the pub for such an atrocious, heinous and hurty-word crime such as that. If it happened in the street, would the local council be held responsible, charged and fined?

The football authorities just can’t get it right. Glasgow Rangers were recently fined by UEFA for their fans holding up banners which a judge deemed, “racist and/or discriminatory behaviour”. Want to know what the banners said?

Keep Woke Foreign Ideologies Out Defend Europe

What is racist or discriminatory about that? I honestly don’t get it.

AOL News.

Funny how when the football authorities want to peddle a discriminatory message like taking the knee or flying LBGQRST+ flags, the fans are just expected to go along with it. But if the fans want to send a “discriminatory” message, it’s not tolerated. Double standard much?

Fill yer boots.

Nominated by : Imitation Yank

Signage for the UK government tax and customs department more commonly known as the HMRC in Whitehall, London.

Here is a French woman of African origin – she probably has an arse modelled on the boot of a 1951 Standard Vanguard Mk 1 – who is in need of a really good and painful cunting.

This monument to indolence started work with HMRC in 2019, and the following year she launches a campaign claiming “discrimination”, then the poor little thing went of work in 2021 due to “stress” (of course), and requested, with typical entitlement that she “wanted correspondence kept to a minimum – and only by email”.

Well,her employers sent eleven 11 emails over the course of the next month (that stress really lays you low honey child, innit), enquiring after her imaginary illnesses, then had the temerity to send her a birthday card – despite the lady’s strict instructions that she didn’t want to celebrate her birthday – so she did what any up-her-own-arse African woman would do and took HMRC to a tribunal, claiming “race and disability harassment” – and the stupid bastard judge AGREED with her claim saying sending that card “was unwanted conduct”.The old whore has now pocketed over £25,000 , £20,000 of which is for “injury to feelings”. If only ratings in the RN in my days at sea could have got £20k each time our parentage was questioned , for one example.

No doubt the old bag will be celebrating her win on donating the money to Oxfam or other charities which support de brothers and sisters back home. But she will probably gorge herself on Jaffa Cakes and dem red beans and rice.

Perhaps Reeves and Kendall should seek to make sure lazy cunts like her work, and don’t milk the tax payer, before they try to force white unemployed youths to fight in Kweer’s “coalition of the willing”, because they can’t get jobs because priority is given to trollops of colour, like Toure.:

Daily Fail

Nominated by W C Boggs.

Not so long ago, journalists would go to any length to get a story and always protect their sources.

Now we have nothing left but massive overuse of quotation marks, clickbait nonsense and the ones that winds me up the most, clearly paid comparisons along the lines of “I tried 6 dildos and one filled me up perfectly”, along with “I’ve never ate a kebab in my life but expenses let me try a local shop and I was stunned” kinda thing.
But what set me off just now is this.

The National.

The clown is not familiar with the concept of removing the plastic from black pudding which shows the calibre of journalist we have today, apologies for the dodgy “newspaper” in advance.

Nominated by : Cunt of the Isles

NOTE: You bunch of cunts haven’t nominated enough cunts, so we’re only publishing one nomination per day for the next several days. You know what to do – NA.

“Good afternoon. This is IsAC’s Home Affairs Correspondent Ron Knee reporting on the growing scandal concerning the travel expenses of Lindsay Hoyle, Speaker of the House of Commons.

Now as well-versed followers of this site know, the Speaker presides over debates in the House, determining which members may speak, and which amendments are selected for consideration. He is also responsible for maintaining order during debate. A very important role in the work of government we can agree, but specific; this is done within the confines of Westminster. You’d think that there wasn’t much call for the Speaker to venture any great distance in the performance of his duties.

But not so in the case of Mr Speaker Hoyle. Sir Lindsay has itchy feet and likes to get out and about, and by that, I mean further than the Commons’ tea room. Oh yes, much further; so much so that in just two years, he’s taken himself off to such exotic and distant climes as Gibraltar, St Helena and South Africa, Canada, the US, Australia and the Cayman Islands. Nineteen trips in fact, raking up a tab of a cool £250k. in the process.

Naturally we aren’t talking about economy rates here. We’re talking hotels at £900 a night, and swanning around in the likes of the Ritz-Carlton in LA. There’s a five-day knees-up in the Caribbean costing £23k. There’s £4.5k on cars during one visit alone. And let’s not forget the dolphin safari. Yes, we’re talking superior class travel and accommodation all the way. It’s roll out the red carpet for ‘Long-haul Lindsay’, and guess who’s picking up the tab? Why, it’s you and me of course, Joe and Jane Taxpayer. Ironically, the only train that Mr Speaker can be seen boarding is the gravy train.

Funnily enough, Sir Lindsay’s little excursions always seem to be to what might be regarded as highly desirable locations rather than less salubrious destinations around the globe. Funny that. They’re often termed ‘fact-finding trips’, which to me is just Whitehall waffle for ‘junket’. Nice work if you can get it.

‘Ordure! Ordure, Mr Speaker!’ This is Ron Knee, for IsAC, returning you to the studio”.

Daily Fail.

Nominated by : Ron Knee