I want to cunt teenagers, especially teenage boys.

I have a teenage son.

I could go into derails as to why he is a cunt, and give examples, but the length of this post would be akin to War And Peace.

In a nutshell, he is an arrogant, bullish, deceitful, manipulative, using disappointment of a mong.

He isn’t even my son, yet I have raised, in what seems like over a decade of my life I won’t get back.

He was a lovely little lad when he was, well, little. He doesn’t go round smashing up bus shelters, partaking of the herb, robbing people, etc. It is how he presents himself, engages with people, and the company he keeps.

He recently came up with his latest strapline, to his mum, whom he can do no wrong.
He said to let him be. I will abide by those words, and the cunt will rue the day he said them.

I have two other children, who are girls. Girls are so much easier to raise than boys.

Teenage boys.
All cunts and I wish them all the day they open their mouth to someone, who will make them end up eating food through a straw

Fucking twatting wastes of sperm, the lot of them.

Nominated by: Andrew Davenport 

My first cunting is CUNTS WITH EU FLAG NUMBER PLATES.

(Welcome aboard, WCM – NA)

We voted to leave in 2016 and you still see these asswipes with the little EU flag on 18,19 and 20 plate cars. Not many where I live but me and Mrs Mcfuck went to Oxford in the summer for the first time as abroad was out and every fucking car had one. Looked it up and yes outside London, Oxford had the biggest remain vote. Are they saying ‘look at us we are still EU’? Well fuck them. I am pretty courteous on the road and usually let people in, but my new rule is EU flag – then fuck you, you cunt – you can sit there forever. Cunts.

Nominated by: wattana cunty mcfuck

The larger than life cunt first really hit the screens with the character of Fancy Smith in Z Cars. Remember that cunters – ’60s ’70s police series in B/W bombing around in Ford Zephyrs? Or at least until the engine mounts rusted through and the motor hit the tarmac. Fords were particularly shite in those days. Happy memories:

https://classic-cars-welcome.co.uk/ford-zephyr-and-zodiac

Re Blessed: Warning to the general public AVOID THIS CUNT. He has a voice like a foghorn, eats garlic and his farts could could launch a spaceship to Mars. Toured the cunt in a musical production of Hard Times, another “Dickens Classic” that dies on its arse. Think the title might have something to do with it? I wanted to call it Louisa and The Paedo. Money Management would not have it changed. Simple truth is Dickens does not attract except at Christmas in shows you can drop a bit of fake snow on stage (ie A Christmas Carol or God Bugger You Tiny Tim).

Amazing thing about Blessed is he has a delightfully sweet light tenor singing voice but the rest is all downhill. No other actor will share a dressing room with him because of the stench and his wierd warm-up routines. Gale strength renditions of his lines, deep breathing and farting and endless anecdotes such as the time he was constipated at 20 000ft on Everest. Plus the feet stink.
Over the top in life and over the top in performance.

Does a lot of voice overs (although the word is the voice on Flash Speed Mop is a cheaper clone), digital games and so on but less derring do such as Everest now he is an old cunt with a bizarre henna coloured beard.

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

Aitch (real name Harrison Armstrong)

You may well ask “Who the f*ck is that?”.
The answer is a 21 year old whïtė hip-hopper / rapper from New Moston proving, if proof were really needed, that Mancs have büggër all taste, class or brains (sorry Norman).
It seems he’s had 3 top 40 entries in the charts, one of which peaked at No 2 (appropriately enough because I’m guessing it actually was sh*t). I bet none of us, except possibly B&WC, have heard of him, could name one of his “hits” or would recognise anything he has ever created as being remotely close to something with musical properties.

https://media.thetab.com/blogs.dir/10/files/2019/10/thumbsup-man-housing-building-clothing-apparel-finger-human-person-940×480.jpeg

Aside from his lack of dress sense, wanka gangsta hands and face you’d never tire of kicking, he’s only gone and won the category of best newcomer at the MOBO jîgâböö awards hence my cnuting him.

How sh*t and shameless do you have to be to allow yourself to be the token hon-key winner at a ceremony celebrating dark-key culture? Cultural appropriation anyone?
Talking of these awards, MOBO founder Kanya King said “Entertainment and activism have always gone hand in hand, and we’re using the power of blâçk culture to empower and uplift people”. The bûggers would be up in arms if something similar about empowerment had been said regarding whîte culture and some of the Last Night of the Proms tunes. Two faced gîts. How do they get away with spouting such sh*t, apart from their blâçk privilege?

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/newsbeat-55244112

And no, for those who read the link and see Steve McQueen as winner of the inspirational award it’s not the one from The Great Escape. It’s the dârk one who directed the film 12 Years a Slãve.

Nominated by: Dickie Dribbler

I want to nominate cancer.

Reading that nomination about Toni Standen and her pretending she had cancer boils my water hotter than a kettle.

https://is-a-cunt.com/2020/12/toni-standen/

Cancer is a can of can’t. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, even people pretending.

My nana, Dog bless her, she died of cancer. She never drank alcohol or smoked (I’m not knocking those that do).

I hate those adverts ‘Let’s tell cancer to fork off. We’re coming for ya! Ya can of can’t!’. It would be good if we could but we can’t. I don’t think that would work.

Cancer treatments.

Dearest admin, I know it’s a short nomination.

Nominated by: Spoonington

(Please respect the nature of the subject matter with your comments please – DA)