Deb Haarland and Native Americans

The Senate Wokes up. Deb Haarland, a Native American (or maybe I’m a Dutchman) straight out of Central Casting, is Biden’s new Interior Minister. Bugger me – Scalping and the Blood Eagle (look it up cunts) come to the White House. Will it change politics in America? Smart money has it “No way”. Politics is plenty tough enough on The Hill and The Woke Waryers (yank for warriors) will soon be wasted on dodgy alcohol.

What has happened to the noble savage of yester-year, those brave leaders that pow wowed eye to eye with John Wayne? The feared tribes of the Indian Nation that topped Custer? Now squalid peddlers of booze and drugs (excluding Cher who is allegedly a user of…) and, for their chief earner, gambling and posting out fake prize draws and horoscopes out of the vast Casino sheds built on their tribal lands. They are not subject to US law re taxes you see and have special policing arrangements (what is Cherokee for payola?).

America looks forward to a new dawn, an economy refigured and based on gaming (didn’t Gordon Brown try that one in the ‘90s?) once arrangements have been finalised with the Men of Business in Detroit and Las Vegas. Looking forward to limo-ing on down to see Cher and Tony Bennett playing the Cherokee Sands on The Strip.

Breaking News Mob Boss Tony Gambino has been hospitalised minus his hair and with his ribs ripped out of his chest and a tomahawk between his eyes. “It was a massacre” say police. Smoke was seen on the Hollywood Hills.

https://variety.com/2020/politics/news/kerry-washington-cher-deb-haaland-interior-secretary-1234850645/

https://www.casino.org/blog/10-things-you-should-know-about-native-american-casinos/

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

(Excellent nomination, Sir Limply, as well as providing all the links to back it up – DA)

Sneakers

‘Sneakers’ and the people that buy them.

By golly, the people that queue up just to buy the latest ‘sneakers’ (properly known as running shoes and/or plimsolls) are cunts, are they not?

Shambling dross willing to lavish lots of cash on something worthless – for no other reason than to signal to other shambling dross that they crapped lots of cash on something worthless for no other reason than to signal to other shambling dross.

But of course, I simply fail to recognise the full richness of the complex and beautiful ‘culture’ of said shambling dross, a state of affairs soon and surely to be amended with the inevitable endowment for the Chair for Sneaker Studies at Random Oxbridge Identikit College, with a healthy subsidy from the taxpayer, of course.

Nominated by: Chimp Licker 

Lou Lucas


Every little helps in the West Country for a cunting for this greedy brazen ugly old trout, who will charge a 40% mark up plus a £20 “fee” for stockpiling shopping on your behalf:

https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/13545731/stockpile-tier-4-sell-food-profit/

The old slapper, (42) who describes herself as a “beauty therapist” – presumably decades ago, or else she didn’t take her own advice, has been queuing up at 0400 hours to strip the shelves of Tesco, deserves this cunting more the fact that she excuses her greed and opportunism, by trying to suggest it is some form of public service, for whih she is “risking her life” . Wrong, she is just a money-grubbing old tart, in the pursuit of which she is “risking her life”.

20 years ago, this “beauty therapist” would probably have been offering “massage and modelling” services in her Soho flat – you couldn’t miss it, it was the one with a red light outside.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

George Harrison

Provoked by the Nom about Billy Eilish and her rendition of ‘Something’.

Yes something about ‘Something’
I never liked. Just something.
Something in the way he moves. Or moved. Creepy.
Nor do I like ‘Here Comes The Sun’ either. It’s that religion thing.

‘My Sweet Lord’ struck the wrong chord for me. (By the way did he nick the tune off The Chiffons? Plagiarism by one of the Fab Four?) Well, I thought Lord referred to Jesus. But no it’s Krishna or Hare Rama (whoever he is).

Slight digression. Just watched a netflix six hour series telling the story of The Bhagwan. That cult that set itself up in Oregon. Horrible. Weird as fuck. All the devotees smiling inanely. Like free sex, jumping up and down. All about ‘liberating yourself’.

Yes the connection –George went in for jumping up and down in his ‘Natural Law’ party didn’t he? And the smiling inanely. Like a permanent lightheadedness they have. Like they are brainwashed, their minds captured by something. I have a quote from Chesterton, something like ‘beneath those ancient eastern esoteric religion there is a terrible levity’. Yes a terrible levity.

George had it. There is footage of him playing hide and seek in the grounds of his mansion, weirdly. Just odd.

What was that other thing? Why is it or why was it that hippies then and young people today have the assumption that spirituality is only to be found in the sacred writings of ancient India? What about your own Western tradition? Christianity. Why don’t you explore that?

John, Paul and Ringo had a healthy skepticism when visiting the gurus on their trips to India I think. John certainly wasn’t fooled.

But George stayed with it. And all that effort learning the sitar with Ravi Shanka but did it really add anything to the music of The Beatles?

To be fair to him he did revert to traditional rock and pop in later years.
But kept the stupid spirituality.

I hate that amorphous mysticism of the East where there is no truth. I heard some Hindu guru say ‘we are come comfortable with contradiction’.

I remember once being in an Asian taxi (referring back to Chesterton’s ‘terrible levity’) on the dash beside a Laughing Bhudda a smiling Mickey Mouse.

Back to George.Yes, that was another thing. One of his beliefs was ALL religion is a manifestation of the Divine. And we are to treat ALL religions with the deepest of respect. OK then well why did you finance Life of Brian where the crucified Christ was ridiculed…?

I remember when he died. The press release-‘He was conscious of God when he died’..:mmm…not terrified of or at peace with but conscious of God.
Well, we’ll all be conscious of God when we die. Standing before THE JUDGEMENT SEAT.

Nominated by: Miles Plastic

Brexit Sore Losers (2)

Here we are in the first days of 2021, the first days of our liberation from the EUC, or, to give it its full name, the European Union of Cunts.

I’m savoring the heady air of freedom, for freedom indeed it must be, given the persistent bitching and whining of sore losers, who continue to be as angry as wasps in a jam jar about Brexit.

On the very first day, arch-Remoaning cunt Lord Heseltine (who I believe has done very nicely out of the EU gravy train over the years) couldn’t wait to tell us that he was ‘angry, very angry’, and called for the battle to rejoin the EU to begin. He’s been joined by fellow peer Lord Adonis, who no-one in the UK has ever voted into political office, who bleated ‘let’s make 2021 the year we turn the tide’.

They should team up with Simon Schama, who ‘grieved at midnight for what’s been lost’. Yeah, like endless budget wrangles, bitter infighting over Covid cash relief and vaccine allocations, a huge migrant crisis, strangling bureaucracy and lack of democracy, an ever-growing tide of Euroscepticism… Yes, let’s grieve for what’s been lost.

Then of course we can always savor the bile and rancor coming from north o’ th’ bor-durr. Our old favourite Ian ‘Bloater’ Blackford, a man never to use one word when a hundred will suffice, has been ranting on about ‘disasturr fur Scortlund’. It’s all ‘an unforgiveable act of economic vandalism and gross stupidity’, says the man whose party has been laying waste to Scotland’s services for a decade or more.

Of course Heidbanger-in-Chief Wee Jimmy had to get in on the act too, lamenting ‘leave a light on Brussels, we’ll be back soon’. Great thinking Krankie; get independence from the UK and, er, hand it straight over to Brussels…

Naturally there’s been plenty of sour grapes from our ‘friends and allies’ across the Channel. Short-of-arse Frog with an Oedipus complex Emmanuel Microbe had to get a dig in, claiming that Brexit was about ‘lies and false promises’. Have a concern about your own neck mon ami; Marine is breathing down it.

And inevitably,’Mr Pumpkin Head’ aka Guy Verhofstadt, just had to stick his oar in. ‘Britain is a European country with a European destiny’, puffed the windbag. Well, we are that, but we are NOT an EU country, so fuck off back to your bloated plutocracy in Brussels.

The list of sore losers piping up will continue to grow no doubt, as they drink long and hard from their wine made with the sourest of grapes. Never mind, they can always put on ‘Ode to Joy’ and sing along with the official anthem of The Fourth Reich. You never know; it might even stop the cunts whinging for a bit if they listen to their own broken record playing. Is there perchance a vaccine on the way for Brexit Derangement Syndrome?.

Nominated by: Ron Knee

Plus this from W. C. Boggs

“Rejoiners”:

Let’s hear it for that band of EU loving, Barnier cock-sucking, terrified little pussies and poofters, halfwits, who within hours of leaving the fascist rabble, and encouraged by Lords Heseltine and Adonis – who both have vested interests – are determined to rejoin it. They have issued a certificate of some sort for Quislings who want back in, and the idea is when they have “enough” sheep who sign the fucking thing, they intend contacting the EU to demand they take action. Now the deluded wankers have started a FaeceBook page:

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1766641996918028/

Instead of embracing new exciting opportunities these publicity hungry whores, like Sturgeon, Gaylord Adonis and a gaggle of old wimmin of both sexes (Bendover Bradshaw, AnalEase Dodds, Dawn Butler) are determined to throw in the towel, and hold up the white flag.

In wartime these unpatriotic bastards would have been shot as cowards. On this, the 75th anniversary of the execution of “Lord Haw-Haw”, William Joyce (3/1/1946), cunts like the above mentioned ought to face the same fate. I would happily pull the trigger.

….and this from Captain Quimson

The Remoanervirus

Germany calling, Germany calling, a glorious day in Eurotopia awaits!!!!

A richly deserved cunting if I may for a certain breed of cunt who like a stubborn virus won’t fuck off to their land of origin or choice. These cunts have mostly had their own way for many years, living the fucking high life, unaffected by mass immigration or social deprivation. Their most pressing worry is having to fill out a few extra forms to go on their skiing holiday to the Alps, “darling moi”. They view most of the British electorate as scüümbäggs who should just “fuck orff and die yah”.
They may put on an “estuary” accent like LBC’s very own “plastic Brit” Haw Haw O’Brien, or tar baby Femi, (the latter of whom needs a damn good sjamboking), but the worst of these cunts is the “Auchwitz survivor impersonator” Andreas Vidkun Vichy Adonis, a man who is so unpopular he has to be bequeathed a job.
As you can tell cunters, until a cure for Remoanervirus has been found cuntishness and fuckwittery will run amok, unless of course the dingy demons move to Shoredich, Islington or Surrey. Then it will become an issue of the utmost importance.
What a bunch of cunts!!!!

…and to this, one from Quick Draw McGraw

Dan Snow is deserving of a nomination. In the wake of the UK FINALLY leaving the EU, part of me did hope that the few remainers who were still whingeing about it would admit defeat, shut the fuck up and move on to something else. And that Steve Bray would fuck off back to Wales and get a job. But no, these assholes are nothing if not consistent. And Dan Snow has now decided that it’s his turn to show us what a complete bell end he is, by tweeting about the ‘tragedy’ that is Brexit.

Like a lot of these demented fuckwits, Snow appears to think that it was the EU that has kept the peace in Europe since the second world war, and not NATO or the UN. Funny that, the EU, as it is now, didn’t actually exist until about 1992, after John Major signed the Maastricht Treaty. Prior to that, it was the Common Market/EEC. And even then, it did not exist immediately after the war. Thankfully, dickweeds like this are becoming fewer in number, so I’m afraid we’ll have to suffer them for a while yet.

…and another, this time from Just a bloke

Nish Kumar. What a grade A publicly funded cunt he is. Not content to accept a democratic vote he has been the mouthpiece for the violent left and continues to grace our screens.

” Do me a favour , go home and murder your Brexit voting parents” That was a joke of his a the Lord Taverner’s Charity fund raiser- he had to be escorted off stage as the booing didn’t fit his ego – he tried to stay on.

A cunt who should join BJ’s father by fucking off to the EU.