Jeremy Corbyn remains a cunt.

Magic fucking grandpa is still clueless at why he is so unpopular, both in his awful party, and the people at large. Today at the dispatch box, he accused the government of blatant racism, for the deportation of the Jamaican born criminals. He reckons that if they were white and had been born in America, they would be fine – a dig at Boris and his possible cocaine use at uni. There’s plenty of white cunts in prison, from home and away, yet he, nor that dreadful Chackribatti woman give a fuck about them. Thank fuck this old cunt will return to being a tick on the turd that is the back benches, where he will murmur his discontent and anti-British, anti-western diatribe to an uninterested world.

Nominated by Gutstick Japseye

Shouldn’t Comrade Cunty Corbyn have immediately fallen on his sword, or allowed Flabbott to have either smothered or gassed him with her enormous anal and vaginal regions?

No. We are going to have a “period of reflection”. Why he never had any policies or a mandate that anybody could make sense of. Now unable to open the floodgates and WELCOME God knows how many of the peaceful community to come and culturally enrich us. The cunt was even blubbing about how much hate mail he received in his time in office. I ain’t the brightest, but it would suggest that nobody likes or wants to support you.

Fuck off, you blithering cunt, and take Swinson and Krankie with you.

Nominated by Billy Cunter

Anyone called Jeremy who went to a “prep” school, wears a “Lenin cap” and looks like a twat and has a fat, ugly ex-girlfriend called ‘Diane’ who wears two left shoes and can’t add up.

And who supports Arsenal and would sell his country down the swanny.

Nominated by Mr Richard Hebden

A cunting please for these would-be socialist hippies who didn’t know what Marx and the Soviet Union actually wanted.
There seem to be a lot of millennials who are living in a fantasy world where Marx said ‘from each according to his ability to each according to his desire’, translated as I get to play video games, bake cupcakes and blog about the patriarchy (and why daddy didn’t give me a bike/pony), while all of you serfs break your backs and subsidise me.

I think what Marx actually said was from each according to his ability, to each according to his NEED.

That means people who can work, being sent to work, whether by the state or their fellow workers dragging them out of bed, once they own the means of production.

I seem to remember the Soviet Union being represented by the hammer of industry and the sickle of agriculture were hard manual work was constantly valorised and romanticised. None of those soft-handed students who call themselves communists think they’d be the ones given a hi-vis bib and a hard hat, but unless they were incredibly well-connected they’d be sent to a Welsh slate quarry in the new British Soviet.

Perhaps it’s about time they were.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

A cunting, once again, for Jeremy Corbyn.

But this cunting is specifically for Magic Grandpa’s obscene squiring of Dianne Abbott back in the late 70’s.

To put this in context, read the following quote from a 70’s Labour weirdo quoted in Rosa Prince’s biography of Compo –

“For some reason he called four or five of us and said: “Oh, we’ve got to go back to my flat and pick up some leaflets.” It seemed a bit odd — “Why the hell didn’t you bring them with you, Jeremy?” So we all bowl along to his bedsit, follow Jeremy into the room; there on the mattress on the floor is Diane with the duvet up to her neck, saying: ‘What the ****’s going on?’… it was the late Seventies, it was still a point of interest, a white man with a black woman, so he was slightly showing off: “I’ve got a new girlfriend, and she’s black.””

This reveals so much about the Labour and New Libtard mindset. A black girlfriend is no more than a trophy to show off how “ right on” one is. It also shows Magic Grandpa off for exactly what he is – a virtue signalling, masquerading cunt with appalling taste in women.

Or maybe he never fancied Diane and was only interested in her as a trophy that he could show of to his lefty friends.

Answers on a postcard please.

Fuck off.

Nominated by Marvellous Mechanical Cunting Machine

A real scrapyard cunting please for the Albert Steptoe of politics (not forgetting John McDonnell as ‘Arold) the conniving and dirty old man, whose taste for dictatorship and delusion reaches fresh peaks daily:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-49352250

This snotty nosed, mealy mouthed old cunt is only too aware that he will never be elected by the public, so he hopes to twist the arms of mad Lib Dems (oh yes Sarah Woolaston has just joined them, which in the political world is as relevant as a monkey farting in the zoo), pansy Labourites at Westminster who have some sort of overwhelming fear of leaving the EU, right on careerist wimmin (Thornberry, Abbott, Phillips, Long-Bailey), and a few disloyal soft as shit Tories like Phil Hammond, 2019s leading pantomime dame. No doubt to mollify the Labour “moderates”, harmless Prince Charming, Dame Keir and Principal Boy Yvette Cooper will be wheeled out on their commodes to reassure everyone that Labour is a moderate party, but we all know what a dissembling bunch of motherfuckers they really are. The only decent principled Labour MPs (Kate Hoey, Frank Field) have been forced out of their own party.

Corbyn seems to be in the first stages of dementia, in that he seems to forget more than half of his MPs either loathe or fear him, Swinson, the leadereene of the Limp Dums has dismissed the idea, and she is a very important lady with her own shit to splatter over the parliamentary benches, and unless Tories like Hammond and Grieve really do have political suicide in mind they are unlikely to support Steptoe.

This is a final desperate throw of the dice by an elderly hypocrite who doesn’t even support the EU. We all know he has always been anti-EU – luckily for him his nancy snowflakes are too young to know anything before two or three years ago.

The only “caretaker” role Corbyn ought to be given is cleaning out the school lavatories in Tower Hamlets. If he behaved himself, we might even give him a lavatory brush.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs