Precisely the type of cunt me forebears would have had stretched upon the rack and put to the question for a few days. Then slit his belly and have him paraded around his home town clutching his own guts before adjourning to the nearest gibbet and hanging him slowly for the amusement of the populace and to the distress of his loved ones.
On his tortured demise his nearest and dearest would be accorded the privilege of cutting the cunt down before the regimental hounds were set upon his entrails. The cunt’s relatives could then purchase the remains of his carcase for five shillings (in retrospect a mistake to be so merciful) and allowed to consign it to an unmarked grave. Example made.
English rule at its finest.
Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke