Ahoy cunters. Recognise yourselves here. ?

Character: Howard Beale, the “magisterial, dignified” anchorman of UBS TV. He’s also going mad.

Gender: Male

Age Range: 40’s | 50’s | 60’s

Summary: The play version of Howard Beale’s famous “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!” speech.

HOWARD: I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job, the dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter, punks are running wild in the streets, and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do and there’s no end to it. We know the air’s unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat and we sit and watch our teevees while some local newscaster tells us today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We all know things are bad. Worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything’s going crazy. So we don’t go out any more. We sit in the house and slowly the world we live in gets smaller and all we ask is, please, at least leave us alone in our own living rooms. Let me have my toaster and TV and my hairdryer and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything, just leave us alone. Well, I’m not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad. (He gets up from his desk and walks to the front of the set.)

I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot. I don’t want you to write to your congressmen. Because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the defense budget and the Russians and crime in the street. All I know is, first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say: ‘I’m a human being, goddammit. My life has value.’ So I want you to get up right now. I want you to get out of your chairs and go to the window. Right now. I want you to go to the window, open it and stick your head out and yell. I want you to yell, ’I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this any more.’

Get up from your chairs. Go to the window. Open it. Stick out your head and yell. And keep yelling. First you’ve got to get mad. When you’re mad enough we’ll figure out what to do. Stick your head out and yell, ’I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more.’ ‘I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more.’ ‘I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more.’

That’s it. I’ve had it with the foreclosures and the oil crisis and the unemployment and the corruption of finance and the inertia of politics and the right to be alive and the right to be angry. I want to hear the little man and woman — I want to hear you now — go to your windows — yell out so they can hear you — yell and don’t stop yelling — so the whole world can hear you — above the chaos and degradation the apathy and white noise.

They’re yelling in Chicago. Yell, yell, and then we’ll work out what to do about terrorism and the oil crisis. Stick your head out of the window and shout it with me: ’I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more. I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna take this any more. I’M MAD AS HELL AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANY MORE.’.

Nominated by: the cunt of montybisto

(Also from the great film, “Network” – DA)

The illegal immigrant parasites who are currently infesting Penally camp in Pembrokeshire. Apparently unhappy with their (in my opinion) overly generous accommodation at an MOD transit camp in Wales, these cheeky fuckers have decided to protest about the distinct lack of a four star hotel. They’ve taken to standing outside the camp with badly spelled slogans written on pieces of cardboard, to bemoan their current living conditions. One of them had written “I am not in British Arm”. Nice try, Sabu, but you forgot to add the Y at the end.

It boils to my piss to volcanic temperatures to see these entitled parasites doing such a thing. They’re ALREADY living in better conditions than they did in Calais. They have a roof over their heads, three meals a day, medical care, clothing. All of which is being paid for by us, the taxpayer. They’re getting everything they need to live, but giving nothing back, except ingratitude. I’ve been to Penally camp. It’s basic, but like I said, it’s a damn site better than Calais.

Considering these freeloading parasites came here uninvited and unwanted, they have nothing to complain about. And there’s something else missing here, all the pious, self-righteous lefties, who have previously been so keen for the government to let the entire world settle here, have been conspicuous by their silence. Only a few weeks ago, Lineker claimed he was taking in a parasite, yet even now, nobody has seen them, and the only ‘proof’ has been a letter of thanks, allegedly written by said parasite, which, suspiciously, contained criticism of the Tory government.

Between them, jug ears, JK Rowling, Emma Thompson and all the other pro-parasite morons could easily pay for the entire camp at Calais to be brought to the UK and housed indefinitely. But none of them have said a fucking word. As far as I’m concerned, the Penally parasites have NO right to complain. Having come here illegally, they are criminals. They should be in prison. They’re uninvited, unwanted and there is a noticeable lack of females, children and elderly people. And now they have the fucking nerve to whinge about their accommodation. Here’s an idea, if you don’t like it, fuck off back to Calais.

Nominated by: Quick Draw McGraw

Head of the Catholic Church in England and Wales Vincent Nichols is a cunt, for not resigning after a report into the churches child abuse allegations, he put the church above the victims.

One of the fathers got 21 years, after getting away with his abuse since the 1980’s, so Vincent Nichols has got an unbelievable nerve to deny he knew anything, this is too serious to make light of.

Nominated by: cunt finder junior

Big fat cunting for this once great charity, set up by, you guessed it, a white philanthropist Dr Thomas Barnardo. Remember a few years ago when it pronounced that UKIP members were unfit to be adoptive parents? Well I fucking well do!

Now it has bought out this – “If you’re a parent or carer, grandparent or guardian, we’re produced a helpful guide to speaking to children about the subject of ‘white privilege’.”

Cunters can check it out here in all its depraved detail here: https://www.barnardos.org.uk/blog/white-privilege-guide-for-parents

Christ on his proverbial bike, indoctrinating poor little orphans about their privilege has got to be a new level of mental sickness.These fucking Barnado’s cunts need to have their closest relatives die and then be preached at not to be so selfish. Or perhaps they just need introducing to Unkle Terry’s oven asap.

First alerted to this horror via this https://www.spectator.co.uk/article/barnardo-s-and-the-myth-of-white-privilege-

Nominated by: Twenty Thousand Cunts Under the Sea

My lovely market town has been carved up with these ridiculous cycle lanes which have halved the traffic capacity and clogged the place up. Every time I’ve had to endure driving by these things, there are no cyclists in them!! They’ve even had the nerve to put signs in the lanes stating they are ‘Covid-19 Pop Up Cycle Lanes’. What kind of horrific nomenclature is that?

I have no idea how police or ambulances are supposed to get through one lane of traffic. Vehicles can’t get by the poles and there is a massive central reservation made of concrete. Are the emergency services to get on their bikes to attend to crime and people in medical emergency? Do they envisage paramedics cycling on customised cycles with a trailer carrying a stretcher and drip? Firemen cycling furiously along with a hose in their panniers? Nor do I understand how taxis are supposed to drop off a disabled passenger. I expect these lanes are in Bournemouth and Worthing – places full of old people that can just about walk never mind cycle!

Now I see in the Daily Fail that the govt are spunking yet more money on this.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8945201/Government-grants-175MILLION-fund-new-cycle-lanes-despite-congestion-clogging-cities.html

Nominated by: Cuntologist 

…and supported by: DCI Gene Cunt

Covid Cycle Lanes and Road Narrowing For Social Distancing.

I’d like to heartily endorse Cuntologists cunting, above and, tack onto it, if I may? He asks how an ambulance manages?

Well, a few weeks ago we got sent to a 16 day old baby, breathing difficulties. Arrive on scene and are confronted with a cyanosed baby, breathing at 72 breaths per minute, low SATS, tracheal tug and recession.

We’re on scene less than five minutes, and half that was getting into and out of the truck. Pre-alert Childrens ED and blue-light for all I’m worth. Get near the hospital and these cunting lanes are on the main fucking road leading to it.

Exactly as Cuntologist describes. We’re fucking stranded until the traffic lights change. I am nearly in tears with frustration, sat next to an empty fucking ‘cycle cunting lane’.

Previously, we had a clear run as traffic could move left and right, allowing us to go through. Not any more. The child arrived alive, no thanks to the motherfuckers on the council for authorising this shitfest. I have no idea what happened to her after.

A very valid cunting.