This is the country that recently shot dead a South Korean who crossed the border and then burned his body as a precaution against coronavirus.

The nutcase with the way-out hairdo who runs the place, Kim Jung On, then had the nerve to tell a rally marking the 75th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party, that he was grateful not a single North Korean had tested positive for the disease.

Well I suppose that´s one way to stop the virus dead in its tracks. No quarantine or self isolation. A few bullets and a gallon or two of paraffin

Guess who sent the Ruth Davidson lookalike a congratulatory message? Yes, our old pal Chinese President Xi Jinping, inventor of the virus, who said he intended to “defend, consolidate and develop” ties with North Korea.

Nominated by: Mr Polly

Emergency cunting for this immensely irritating cunt who acts as if he’s the one elected Prime Minister. And for the BBC for giving this cunt the oxygen of publicity.

Barely been off our screens since that appearance on Question Time last week. Oh wait a minute , guess where the Regional BBC HQ is…. Manchester!!

It is of course entirely coincidental that the Manchester Mayoral Election is in May 2021.

Nominated by: Isaac Hunt

Just had a shower and am now smelling of pink grapefruit because I bought the wrong shower gel. I normally go for the red one but picked up the pink one in front of several others because it looked red!

Radox are fucking cunts.

Nominated by: Dark key cunt 

If you haven´t got one, don´t read on. What happened to the little bundle of fun who once asked me, “Daddy. Are you really the strongest man in the world?” When I modestly assented with a nod, she then made my day by asking, “Can I feel your muscles?” I then flexed my mighty arms, warning her to be careful so she did not get her tiny fingers crushed by the sheer strength of my biceps. Another time on a train, she wrapped her arms around my neck and declared to all the other passengers, “This is MY daddy”.

Those were the highlights of my life and things have gone readily downhill since then. Nowadays, when I visit her, she pushes me out of the way, says I am too feeble to carry my own suitcase and hefts it onto her shoulder like a brickie. She accuses me of dithering if I spend a nanosecond wondering if we go left or right in the street or if I don´t instantly recognize the name of some celeb I´ve never heard of or know how to use the latest app.

My brother has a son and seems to have a different relationship with him. They barely speak but seem to be on the same wavelength. Have I missed out on something here?

Nominated by: Mr Polly 

No, nor me but I have included her brief description below.

Sunny Singh is a writer of fiction and creative non-fiction. She is Professor of Creative Writing and Inclusion in the Arts at London Metropolitan University.

No, not science or engineering. Creative Writing and Inclusion in the Arts. Whatever the fuck that is. However it must be important because the former Battersea Plumbing Polytech employs her.

Why the cunting? See below, and I quote her words:-

‘I get regular invites to debates on various platforms. I always say no. Debate is an imperialist, capitalist, white-supremacist, cis, heteropatriarchal technique that transforms a potential exchange of knowledge into a tool of exclusion and repression.’

From what little sense I get out of that I deduce that there is only one viewpoint, hers and her woke ilk. There is no argument. Especially with so many invented words.
Lucky ex Battersea Plumbing School to have her fulfilling such a vital role.
Not surprised the cunt is in London. Rather surprised that a Sikh can be such a pillock.

Nominated by : Cuntstable Cuntbubble