A nomination for the barbaric savage who launched an attack on an NHS worker in Londonistab, details here:
Now waiting for Ashley Banjo to arrange a dance sequence depicting it.
Nominated by: mystic maven
(Amazingly the BBC also reported this, and actually described the attacker as a “tall black man”. The journalist was probably sacked soon after – DA)
Oh dear, how sad. It looks as though journalist and ‘commentator’ little Benjamin Butterworth has wet his bed again.
So who’s upset the wee leftie lamb this time? Why it’s poor old JK Rowling, who’s had the unbelievable temerity to include a character in her new ‘Strike’ novel who assumes the persona of a woman in order to commit murder.
Appearing on ‘Good Morning Britain’, the whey-faced wanker bleated ‘a lot of people, myself included, are incredibly worried about how this smears transexual people’. When host Susanna Reid pointed out to Blabbermouth (who, naturally, hadn’t read the book) that the character in question isn’t actually transexual, he mithered on about how there could be ‘confusion in people’s minds’, and how this will still be seen ‘as a way to debase (transexuals)’.
Christ on a bike, you little prick. Anyone would think that such a plot device has never been used in fiction before. Have you never seen ‘Psycho’? Or perhaps you think that the mere idea is bigoted, on the grounds that a transexual couldn’t possibly also be a criminal?
Anyway, the notion that this could somehow be used a means to ‘debase’ transexuals is really stretching things to the extreme; it’s yet more ‘woke’ whining by a paid-up member of the perpetually offended brigade. The reality is likely to be that the vast majority of people, if they even bother to consider the matter, simply won’t give a flying fuck.
You’re as limp as a week old lettuce. Stop simpering and let people enjoy a good read without getting on their case. And get a fucking life while you’re about it, you twat.
Nominated by: Ron Knee
Lets have a whoops a daisy, suits you sir, Antipodean cunting.
‘A book shop has announced they will no longer stock JK Rowling novels and will “phase out” the copies of Harry Potter they currently have in store.
Rabble Books and Games in Maylands, Australia, (fuck knows) shared their bold decision in a post on social media on Tuesday.
They explained that this move was intended to help them become a “safer space” for the community.’
Bold decision. Not selling fucking knocked out fairy tales will certainly make things safer for the trannies. How dare the author have views that threaten the safety of the Les Dawson look a like community. Perhaps they should burn the books . ‘Phasing out’ these literary masterpieces sounds a little like profiteering from fascist oppression.
Where is sir Les Patterson when his country needs him?
Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble
A Hi Honey, I’m home! , with full Hollywood choir cunting for this daft looking tart, who appears to suffer from adenoids, judging by her mouth and general expression, wife of ageing Hollywood actor George Clooney (whose aunt was Rosemary Clooney who sang about shrimp boats in the 1950s).
The silly bitch is a human rights lawyer, who has obviously been asleep for the past fortnight, (unless she has had to wait for George to get it up to bugger her all week) since only today she has resigned from her terribly important job for the British government(???) because she is mortified about us possibly breaking international law if the EU fuck about with us again, which they have been doing unceasingly for the past 47 years:
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-54210658
It might have looked more sincere if the arsewipe had done it when the other sanctimonious great and good did it last week. As John Osborne said in Look Back In Anger “there are no great good causes left…. it’s like falling in front of a bus”
Nominated by: W. C. Boggs
..and backed up by Sir Limply Stoke
Amal Clooney has had a hissy fit and resigned as special envoy on media freedom for the UK government: “It has now become untenable for me, as Special Envoy, to urge other states to respect and enforce international obligations while the UK declares that it does not intend to do so itself.”
Whoops dearie. Incidentally most of the response from the Twitterati persuasion is of the “good riddance” variety. Arse orf Amal. What a great example of media freedom.
The faux ooman rights lawyer exists in her own bubble of self congratulation and celeb lubrication. Alongside her talentless Irish American husband George and his shite coffee she jets across the world collecting and presenting Snowflake stars for isshooos such as the Elgin Marbles, Irish Freedom, that whiffy wanker Assange and his treatment in Blighty plus any other anti British caper available.Is she best friends with Jetta Bumberg? Oh yes – until her agents tells her she is being upstaged darling.
Only good news is she is now trapped in a shagless marriage with George whose main claim to fame is to be the wooden prematurely grey haired nephew of old horse faced minor ‘50s musical star Rosemary Clooney. Oh and to be fair he is occasionally to be seen in slaughtered remakes of once classic Hollywood fillums.
I decided to have a stroll this evening to work off a good dinner and some beer.I set aaahhht (©B&WC 2020) in quite high spirits.
As soon as I stepped out I noticed my cunty neighbour’s bin was still blocking my drive (work at home forever types) so I had to shift it out of the way then when I get to the bottom of my street.
I saw a black family stood around admiring the new life sized back seat window sticker of the pope waving his blessings adorning their blacked out 4×4.
50 yards down I took a cut into one of two fields near me and took a sigh of relief. Then along comes two chavvy bints gassing yet glued to their phones with a Dachshund who makes a bee line straight for me.
With all animals I find usually find getting down close to their level helps with excitement or aggression. Once I heard the shrieking from the twats calling it back I had second thoughts and ended up getting nipped on the ankle.
“Soz Mista!” and they were off. Deciding to head straight home the next step was back round the loop and the Asian invasion had started. The second field adjacent to the first was now filled with Turbanators practising everything from stick combat to attempted footy. Not a white lad to be seen.
A solid hundred meters of parked up BMW X5&6’s, those shit Range Rovers that look half compacted and the obligatory yacht like Benz, turning the road into a one lane street with all the obligatory backlog of traffic.
I was whistling like a kettle when I got back. What’s the fucking point.
Nominated by: Ernst Stavro Cuntfeld