Dear Fellow Cunters, I invite you to compare and contrast the following:

Sometimes I wonder how I spend
The lonely night
Dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie

And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
And now my consolation
Is in the stardust…

(“Stardust” Carmichael & Parish)

and

Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These bitches they hate and you can’t miss what you never had
Hey, hey

Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin’ (juice)
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah)
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’

(“Lemonade” by Internet Money, collective)

We may wonder why the world is being fucked over by every kind of cunt imaginable, In my opinion the “Music Business” can take a large share of the blame. An industry that once promoted some of the most wonderful and accessible poetry about the human condition and music that lifted the spirits of generations, has transformed into a gravy train for cunts that have dedicated themselves to eulogising sexual assault, drug taking and general criminality.

The yoof are too busy aping these morons to realise they are the being royally fucked over by monsters for whom the Internet Money collective and their fellow artistes are simply useful idiots. To the “Music Business” – go fuck yourselves you turd peddling cunts.

Nominated by: Twenty Thousand Cunts Under the Sea

A ‘slam the door after the horse has bolted’ cunting for the Schengen Agreement, wherein over twenty EU nations abolished passport and all other types of border control at their mutual borders.

After the most recent terrorist attacks in France and Austria, Emmanuel ‘Little Napoleon’ Macron has called for ‘a deep overhaul’ of the EU’s ‘open border’ area, to prevent illegal immigration, people trafficking, and to clamp down on terrorism. This comes after concerns that perpetrators of the atrocities were allowed to travel freely between Schengen area states. Microbe also called for ‘a proper border force’ to police the zone’s external boundaries.

Border force? Border farce more like.

Well, I suppose the good news is that the euro might be starting to drop at last. The bad news? Schengen was always a hopelessly naive notion, a disaster waiting to happen. Microbe can gob off now, but it’s all far too little, far too late. Half a century of woolly-headed immigration policies have seen to that. Schengen is now the very thick icing on the cake. The enemy is no longer without, but within.

Naturally enough it ain’t the likes of ‘Little Napoleon’ and ‘Fuhrer Mutti’, deep behind their layers of security, who have to pay the price. Nope, it’s Joe, Jacques and Johann Citizen who get shot, stabbed and blown up as they try to go about their normal, everyday business.

Schengen. Just another load of EU cuntery that’s blown up in our faces. Thanks a million. ‘The terrorist is everywhere’ burbles Macron. All together now folks; ‘NO FUCKING SHIT SHERLOCK!’.

Nominated by: Ron Knee

I may have spelled his surname wrong, but I don’t care. No stranger to this hallowed site, I find that I have cause to once again nominate this utter cunt wipe. This time, for launching a twitter rant against the BBC, asking why BBC presenters are wearing poppies, and spouting the usual far left lie that poppies are worn as a glorification of war. We all know the REAL reason that poppies are worn, so I won’t go into it again. Needless to say though, I am fucking sick and tired of lefty cunts using the freedom provided by the fallen, to push their twisted, anti-British agenda every November.

And like the true fuckwit he is, Femi asked why the BBC never promoted the LBGTQSDDOCEDSHENFYFGSZGDSDB community or minority groups, when the cunt knows full well that the BBC regularly flies the rainbow flag and displays the symbols of other minority groups. If you have to lie in order to push your agenda, then the agenda itself is a lie. If you don’t want to wear a red poppy, or want to a white poppy, that’s entirely up to you. The people who died for our freedom, gave us the right to choose. But DO NOT misrepresent the reason that normal people wear the red poppy.

So, fuck off, Femi. Fuck all the way off. You disingenuous cunt.

Nominated by: Quick Draw McGraw

Been missing the assassination wave that swept the Good Ol’ US of A in the 60s and 70s. Following the recent political shite fest have every expectation of an uptick in gun sales to Lone Nuts (that delicious phrase). Oh yes, looking forward to the late nite news flash and these days, all in 4K and glorious color.

It completely changed the Democratic and Black Rights landscape after the Kennedys got popped alongside Martin Luther K, Malcolm X, Medgar Evers and on the Right George Wallace (wheel-chaired) and George Rockwell (leader of the Yank Nazi Party). Time to dip our peckers into nice moist deep throat conspiracy theories with the other Good ‘Ol Boys – if there’s any room left in there. All orchestrated by Good ‘Ol Boy shagger J Edgar Hoover and his COINTELPRO organisation (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/COINTELPRO )

Exciting times for those of us that lived through them and picked up a pox or two. Commies, Conspiracies and Cunts (Title of me memoirs – look out for it in the charity shops). Naturally as an old hippie Yours Truly can only advocate Non Violence at all times. Were the Russkies in there and at it? Certainly they were bank rolling all sorts of front organisations and getting ripped off royally by them so some things never change. I merely make the observation that history proves that a bullet at the right time and in the right place can change the world. Class discuss.

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke 

(Obviously we at Admin Towers don’t condone such actions as to want to see Biden offed with a bullet to the .. errr brain! – DA)

So I´m a good Catholic and I listen to this parable at mass about three or four times a year and then sleep through the priest´s sermon justifying it. But I´ve never got it.

This useless prick of a son buggers off and spends years abroad, getting pissed and screwing foreign bints until he runs out of money and then decides to crawl back home with no shame.

Meanwhile, his goody-goody brother is looking after the family farm, doing everything his dad tells me etc. What happens when doddery old dad sees the return of the ungrateful shite who abnegated any kind of responsibility and turned his back on the family? The old fart jumps up and down for joy, tells his servants to slaughter the fatted calf, get the best wine out of the cellar and let´s party.

A few hours later Mr. Responsible winds his weary way back home after 14 hours in the field and wonders what´s going on when he comes upon a disco with nymphos dancing in diaphanous gowns, grinding their hips and pouting their ruby lips. (Well that part is omitted in the Bible.)

Dad tells him his brother has returned and everyone should rejoice. “But Dad, he was a wanker who never did any work, stole from you, disappeared and now he´s back you´re celebrating. What about me? I stayed on, did everything you told and worked my arse off. What do I have to celebrate?”

The point of the parable is that there is greater rejoicing in Heaven for a sinner who repents than for dumbos who behave themselves. A lesson for our times.

Nominated by: Mr Polly

(Presumably us sinners won’t have our heads chopped off for taking the piss out of the Catholic Church? – DA)