Dalian Atkinson, former Villa footballer was killed by a copper who was rightly convicted
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-shropshire-57603091

But where are the riots against the police for this fine former footballer who was clearly suffering from mental health issues when the cop killed him?

Where are the BLM troops protesting against the ‘racist’ British cops for this death?

Why protest the murder of a former criminal but not the ‘manslaughter’ of a former footballing star?

Is Dalian Atkinson’s life worth less than Georgina Floydina? It would appear so.

Fuck this shit.

DAM.

Dalian Atkinson matters.

Nominated by: Dark key cunt

I suppose you could be forgiven for thinking statues were a thing of the past what with cunts daubing them with paint and tearing them down all over the shop. Think again my friends.

This week a beautiful bronze statue has been revealed in Newark, New Jersey featuring none other than Saint George Floyd, drug addict, armed robber and all round trash criminal. St. George is depicted sitting at one end of a park bench so you can sit on it and have your photo taken alongside this dead martyr.

I doubt if George ever visited a park other than to mug some mothers and their kids or deal drugs but art is all about imagination, know what I mean?

Meanwhile, in Brooklyn, New York City they have unveiled a huge bust of St George for everyone’s delight. So statues are making a comeback.

Doesn’t it make you feel all warm inside?

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/larger-than-life-george-floyd-statues-unveiled-to-mark-juneteenth-in-us-cities/ar-AALdNmp

https://www.foxnews.com/us/new-jersey-city-unveils-700-pound-statue-of-george-floyd

(Links kindly provided by Night Admin – NA)

Nominated by: Freddie the Frog

My friend who I have mentioned before. Anyway last night he won! Let’s have a party! Everything going great but he can’t resist -‘I’m just nipping out’ Comes back all quiet, a sure sign there’s a problem.

Now the booze is running out. We all turn to him. ‘I’ve fucked up’ meaning he has just lost all the money. What is so funny I find with these situations is everybody standing round then realising the party’s over and having to walk forlornly home. As I say the party was at full swing at 8 and everybody gone home or gone to bed at 9.

This often happens with him. We’re all going on a summer holiday! All the preparations for a week. He was organising it. Anyway, we get there and he hasn’t paid.

’I forgot’. Once again everyone stood around. And of course he couldn’t pay now because he’s lost all his money again. Nothing to do but go home.

He used to lie. And It took me ages to work this out. ‘My coat’s been nicked with all my money in it’. So I took it upon myself to find out where it was. A day spent doing this.

Anyway it happened again and again until it dawned on me he’s not lost his coat at all or had it nicked he’s just lost all his money at the bookies again. When I addressed him finally he looked straight ahead and just didn’t say anything.

There was a news piece a few years ago about some fella who had got all his friends to invest in something. Turned out there was nothing. It was a complete fantasy. One of those conned caught up with him and on camera confronted him with all his questions. Just silence, no response. Like my friend.

I don’t know if was had up for fraud or anything. I think he might just have got away with it, simply moved on.

My friend never has to move on. He has his martyr-like ex- wife to support him.

Just keep silent and everything will be alright.

Nominated by: Miles Plastic

The Crown Prince of Nauseating songs. All hail.

On warm summer days the wife and I spend a lot of time loafing about in the garden, drinking wine and listening to oldies on some ‘classics’ radio channel. Generally you’ll hear good stuff, running the gamut from ABBA, the Beatles and the Bee Gees, all the way through to the Zombies.

Unfortunately from time to time, they’ll destroy the mood by playing some muck that’s so cheesy that it can induce feelings ranging from slight biliousness to a head-spinning, migraine style nausea, making you want to vomit in the nearest flowerbed.
There we were yesterday, basking in the sun like a couple of lizards and enjoying hearing some good tunes again, when on comes THIS abomination;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oSjhuIb6Us

Christ on a bike. Who actually went out and bought this, then listened to it without feeling queasy?

Naturally this set us off down memory lane, and before too long we had a list of nauseating songs which for my money, should be flushed down the nearest khazi.
“JJ Barrie, ‘No Charge’ is a cert”, said the wife gleefully. “Clive Dunn, ‘Grandad’. Neil Reid, ‘Mother of Mine’…”.

It didn’t take me long to come up with Billie Piper, ‘Because We Want To’, and ‘Honey’, by Bobby Goldsboro. “What about ‘Hello, This Is Joannie’, by Paul What’s-his-name, and ‘Save Your Love’, by Renée and Renato”?, chipped in the missus again.

Well, this little game kept us amused for quite a while, and made me think that I’d like to start up a K-tel type label (“Shithouse Records”, I think I’d call it) to launch a series of releases for the enjoyment of cunters everywhere. I’d follow “Now That’s What I Call Nauseating” with “NTWIC Irritating” and “NTWIC Boring”.

But let’s stay with the nausea theme for now. Come on you cunters out there in IsAcunt. What songs cause you queasily to reach for the sickbag? I’ll see your ‘Uptown Uptempo Woman’, and raise you a ‘Candle In The Wind’ *warble warble* “goodbah England’s rose…”. Thanks for that one Fat Reg. Now do one, there’s a good chap.

Nominated by: Ron Knee

Won The Apprentice, got knocked up and left the job immediately.

A few days ago I cunted the news (and whining minorities), as sly news and the beebistan were spouting a load of woke shite….
At the end I said, and I quote; “that’s the last time I watch the fucking news”.

Well. I lied.

When I heard GB news was launching I thought “yippee” and tuned in.

For the first couple of days it was good. Didn’t watch it much as I’m a busy man, but Andrew Neil seemed good and I didn’t see any race or gender bollocks.

Just as I thought though, it was too good to be true….

Just turned on and it’s Michelle Dewbury talking to Yasmine Ali Bah Bah Brown (that Groaniad cretin) banging on about the benefits of poovery. They discussed about how much they both love the noofters and something about effnic pooves…. (I’ve zoned out by this point, fantasising about busting a cricket bat over both their skulls).

Next it’s about armed forces week. Some retired/retarded ex army bloke banging on about diversity, recruiting more wimminz and more minorities ….. blah blah fucking diversity gays wimminz blah blah blah….

…. that’s the last time I watch the fucking news.
I mean it this time.

…except Andrew Neil.

https://www.gbnews.uk/

Nominated by: DeploytheSausage.

After all the nominations from yesterday, we’re adding an extra Brucie bonus post today and tomorrow. Enjoy! – DA