There was a report in the Sunday Times on 25/7 that says that Cecil Rhodes was a bit of a cunt and responsible for the deaths of 20 000 Africans. Whether this is true or not I dont know. Anyway, his statue must fall. That will teach the cunt.

This is from a paper. The website is behind a paywall.

A generation earlier there was an African gentleman called Shaka Zulu. He was responsible, directly and indirectly for the deaths of a million or so Africans, the Mfecane (look it up) He hasnt set up a scholarship of learning but has an airport named after him.
In this century an African gentleman named Mugabe had 20 000 plus Africans killed in Rhodesia, which was named after the murderous cunt Cecil. He has also killed many more by reducing the country to ruins. He hasnt set up a scholarship either.
The black Africans were Nguni. Shaka was an Nguni. They came from the north and displaced and killed the indigenous southern Africans, the KoiSan. This doesnt seem to count as colonialism for some reason.

This cunting is about the fucking criminal ignorance of the race baiters, heritage deniers and and cunts who cant put anything into historical context. And they are taking over.

Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble (ISAC Professor of African Studies)

Men Crying in Public.

As I watched the early morning news headlines and saw Tom Daley receiving his gold medal at the Tokyo Olympics the inevitable happened. With my piss on a slow simmer, Daley started to publicly blub for the cameras like a homecoming queen on prom night who had been arse drilled by the high school star quarterback in the back of his car.

Such public displays of feminized emasculated men reduced to a blubbering mess of emotional incontinence are now normalised and even celebrated. Traditional masculine norms of being strong, composed and stoic are now old fashioned or dismissed as examples of “toxic masculinity” and ” the patriarchy”.

Its the public bit that gets me really, what folk get up to behind closed doors is non of my business, its the insincerity and narcissism, no doubt helped along by social media. Of course this isn’t all men but you know the sort, liberal left-wing, Labour voting bearded skinny jeans and smashed avocado on toast wankers, the sort who cry over Brexit or Chiggun George or the melting icecaps. Sports stars win or lose it doesn’t matter, actors, political opportunists, Prince Halfwit on anything, let the tears flow!

I have seen my dad cry once in my lifetime when my nan died and that was in private, my grandad always maintained his dignity in public on Remembrance Sunday when thinking about his mates who never came home from the war and would have been of the opinion to kick one of these dickheads in the bollocks for crying over such pointless shite

It almost brings a tear to your eye.

Nominated by: Liberal Liquidator

and supported by: W.C. Boggs

Dainty Tom might have even more to cry about this autumn as they want him for the same sex department of Strictly Come Mincing:

Strictly Come Poncing

The tears will doubtless spoil his makeup and fake tan.

‘SumUp’ deserve a monumental cunting, if you please.

This fucking advert about a Card reader machine sends my blood pressure to dangerously high levels. The one where the cast of the United Nations go “Oooohhhh” when they see the card machine. I have provided a link for one of them, as per rules, but, watching it will increase your blood pressure to stroke-inducing levels.

A cunting fucking advert of biblical proportions. Now, where did I put those Bisoprolol.

https://youtu.be/MpGiNsDTghc

https://sumup.co.uk/

Nominated by – DCI Gene Cunt 

A centrepiece at this year’s Edinburgh Festival is going to be the performance of a choral piece called “Sound of the Union”. Are the Scot’s at last going into song to praise the Act of Union”? Unfortunately not – the Union that’s being praised is the European Union.

The Sound of the Union is a rendition of Burn’s Auld Lang Syne and it’s going to be sung in Gaelic and in all the languages of the EU. It will be performed by a choir of cunts from across the EU and is designed by the organisers to “express concern” at the UK’s departure from the EU. It’s being funded by the SNP who are paying £350,000 to support this year’s annual Edinburgh Shitfest.

And the author of this choral masterpiece, which will no doubt sound like a sack of fighting, randy tom cats amplified through a cunt trumpet? Well, he’s about as British, Scottish and European as they come. Come forward and take a bow, Emeka Ogboh, a Nigerian who lives in Germany.

Mr Ogboh has said that his choral piece is designed as a homage to the EU citizens that did not “have their voice heard” in the EU referendum (ie. because they were not British). He also said, “You can’t talk about Brexit without talking about migration.”

Auld Lang Syne is a dismal dirge in any language, let alone the languages of the EU and Gaelic (a language spoken by absolutely no one at all in Scotland and by 14 people in Ireland).

When will these nut jobs realise they lost the referendum and fuck off?

Eurotrash of the highest order and a huge pile of cunt. I suppose Mr Ogboh is an artist of sorts – but his usual medium is piss.

Link

Nominated by – MMCM

A very quick cunting for corporate sharks E.ON.

Who are Eurohuns based in Essen, but in manoeuvres reminiscent of Putin’s sale of state assets to his chums, are part of the bewildering number of companies now flogging power from this country’s once-excellent national grid to those unfortunate cunts who like cooked food and warm houses in winter. Who put their prices up by 8% last time. Who have just created a kindergarten-themed lets-all-be-happy new customer account interface, without consulting any customers, to the best of my knowledge.

The new account is designed to
(a) Maximise the irritation of anyone not wanting a smart meter, and require that customer to do his own meter reading, monthly (see (c))
(b) By means of constant nagging, coerce the customer into a direct-debit arrangement.
(c) Reduce the billing interval from three to one monthly
(d) Cut the esteemed customer off if the cash doesn’t reach the E.ON coffers within a week of their outrageous bills being presented.
All this, under the rubric of “Cheerful Energy”. I kid you not. Sad to say, this makes me feel no happier about paying through the nose to a malevolent corporate whose profits last year were over £9 billion.

I’ve switched. Bulb isn’t a whole lot better, but at least it doesn’t insult my intelligence, and charges less.

Here is my reply to the tragically wounded, though obviously much reproduced, automatic email expressing E.ON’s sense of loss at my departure:

What convinced me to leave was your imposition of an entirely new account structure, with an infantile and patronising customer interface, the loss of 3-monthly billing, and constant pressure to make your access to my bank account trouble-free (for you) as, regardless of any savings you have made by this, your prices continued to rise.

I have switched to a company with far higher levels of customer satisfaction, offering cheaper prices. Although the corporate-friendly business model appears now to be universal, and quarterly billing is apparently obsolete, at least its website does not consist of kindergarten graphics and an Orwellian ‘don’t think about the price, be happy’ message.

 

There is no such thing as ‘cheerful energy’, playmates. Not if you’re paying for it.

Talking of customer satisfaction, google Mumsnet + E.ON, if you think I’m being too harsh on the cunts. Hell hath no fury…

Mumsnet EON Fury

Nominated by: Komodo