Lord Peter Hain (5)

The oleaginous ex-Labour gobshite minister Peter Hain, who reeks of self-importance as much as Anal-Ease Dodds reeks of stale piss, apparently finds it “unacceptable” that whinging nancy boy racer Lewis Hamilton has not yet been given a knighthood:

https://www.aol.co.uk/sport/2020/10/26/lord-hain-says-lewis-hamilton-being-overlooked-for-knighthood-is/

Who gives a fuck what the little motherfucker thinks about anything, but clearly he is self important enough to imagine we do give a fuck. Go and dig up a cricket pitch, cunt.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

Sasha Rakoff

Sasha Rakoff and ‘Not Buying It.

A quick ‘don’t you look at my minge!’ cunting for Dr Sasha Rakoff & her ‘Not Buying It’ pressure group.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/stories-48629890

This outfit of misandrists are opposed to women doing any kind of sexwork and actively obstruct women who choose to. In order to get Spearmint Rhino clubs closed, they took covert mobilephone footage inside the establishments, which supposedly recorded activities that go against the licensing rules for lap-dancing clubs, in order to prevent the license being renewed.

Not unnaturally, the girls that were videoed didn’t like it and went to court to try to prevent it being used; a case that they ultimately lost.

Personally, having never been in one, I couldn’t give a shit one way or another about lap-dancing clubs, but I’m sick to death of interfering busy-body organisations thinking they know what’s best for the general populace and sticking their bloody oar in. Dr Rakoff may not want to get her thruppennies and hanging bacon out for the lads, but she and her rabid bunch of manhaters are not womankind in its entirety, nor do they speak for it.

In the video she says that ‘we get accused of being sexually repressed…’. Really?? Now there’s a fucking surprise! Looking at her, far be it from me to suggest that a good wash, owning a comb, putting on a bit of lippy and brushing up on the art of fellatio might quell some of those accusations.

They talk about stopping prostitution on their webpages too, which is a bit of a joke really because it ain’t called The World’s Oldest Profession for nothing. Paid sex will still be happening long after the delightful Sasha’s dried-up, fetid clunge has rotted away with the rest of her. So do us all a favour love, give it a rest and stick the kettle on, will you.

Nominated by: The Stained Gusset

Bishop of Paisley


An emergency cunting (and not a Wise man in sight) for this Jock prat, who follows so many others in making an arse of himself to rush into the BBC ocean of Covid-fuckery.

Thinking back to the First World War and the Xmas Day football match where our lads and the Hunn joined together in a truce, this daft looking old cunt wants the same thing in 2020:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-54682086

Don’t worry, he doesn’t want to see Frau Adolf Merkel in her micro-shorts dribbling, the old idiot wants a “truce” with the virus.

Does he really think that a virus can discriminate to that level? did he just want to see his name in print, or did he overdo it on the communion wine today?

What a wanker!

Nominated by: w

Portrait Artist of the Year


Never ever thought I’d cunt this because I love art and virtually any program about art. But I’d like you to consider a DaVici sized cunting for this seasons “Portrait Artist of the Year”.

The reasons are many fold but on tvOS particular occasion the cunting is specifically for the choice of artists and subjects.

Today we have a range of races and ages all painting three different people. But one in particular boils my piss.

Ladies and gentlemen (and any other LGBTQRSTU’s) I give you today’s model. Known as “The Vivienne”. This beast is described as “winner of RuPaul’s Drag Race” (surely worth a cunting in itself) and is a bloke dressed up as a woman. Essentially a drag queen.

If I ever entered this program the last thing I’d want to paint is an oversized drag queen in full garb.

Ffs it’s woke gone mad.

Nominated by: Middle England

Mark Drakeford (2)

A super duper mega two fisted cunting nomination for the chinless gormless dear leader of the Democratic People’s Republic of Wales Mark Drakeford. Not only is this spunk bubble a nonce-siring, jizz gargling old senile fart whose got to his position through the back door by sucking as much red cock as humanely possible, content with wasting taxpayers money on nationalising services, even though his party cannot be trusted given their record in Wales with the beloved holier than thou NHS and raising taxes on people’s grog, but has used his powers (which, by the way have not been democratically handed to him by the people) to point score against Boris, doing different just to undermine the prime minister, letting the power turn his pinko brain to slush and getting drunk off the Ego boost from it!

For this hard left authoritarian clown (no one’s laughing though) wants to send Wales back to the dark ages with a punitive lockdown, with no science to back up his thinking, with ridiculous restrictions that curb people’s liberties for ‘the greater good’ (where have we heard this kind of dogma before kids?) And shut down the entire economy bar essential goods – going to the lengths of forcing supermarkets to ban sales of items such as clothes, yet sell fags and booze and scratchcards, in a move that will cost the Welsh economy £500 million pounds (and that’s if it’s not inevitably extended by him and his cabal of power crazed Marxists) and no doubt lead to hundreds, if not thousands of decent hard working people who are working their bollocks off to make ends meet losing their jobs or their businesses and benefits no-one with the punitive rules, apart from the government’s idealogy of envy and greed forcing more people to be reliant on the state and for the state to gain even more power and right to scare-monger, control and bully the people of this nation.

Give it a few years and these bunch of clowns will be demanding independence (no doubt crying the nasty English plundered all its resources, even though England basically funds the entire UK and enforcing that Gobbledy-gook they spout on pobol y Cwm on a population that almost exclusively speaks English, apart from half a dozen druids in Fishguard and some old lady in Rhyl), calling to reopen the mines to fund it (good luck doing that in today’s health and safety world, where it pays to go on the dole, getting Geraint from the Rhondda away from his state funded semi detached, his 42 inch plasma with sky games, his baccy and beers and the food bank feeding him so he can spend his loot on the latest games console and down the mine, and good luck trying to sell that, or what’s left of it in an increasingly post industrial world) and increasingly turning Wales into even more of a third rate backwater state than it actually is!

The worst thing is though…. The Welsh are actually thick enough to buy this anti-english, anti-tory hate rhetoric (even though socialism in Wales has a rich history of success, right? Education, living, health and economic standards are through the roof of course) to vote these jokers back in because ‘we’re not Tory scum, and they’ll pay our benefits!’

Nominated by: The Cuntinuity Candidate