I think it fair to say that Marxism lost the economic argument decades ago. It lost its glister for all those disillusioned millions waiting in a mile long queue for a loaf of sawdust bread or a shabby pair of cardboard shoes.

Still, this minor setback wasn’t going to discourage our rabid class warriors, and they’re now drip-feeding their poison into the body politic by a different means. The old ‘class warfare’ conflict between economic groups has taken on a broader range, and ‘Cultural Marxism’ is really making its presence felt. Now, it transpires that just about everybody is putting somebody else down through group oppression; men oppress women, whites oppress blacks, hetros oppress gays, wimminz oppress transgenders etc ad nauseum. You know the drill. Nobody is an individual anymore, that definition of your identity doesn’t count. It’s all about being defined according to group identity, and hey presto, you too can become part of a poor, victimised minority and shriek about getting your own safe space! ‘Identity politics’ is the new black (no pun intended).

Naturally the proponents of Cultural Marxism assert that really, it’s simply all about tolerance and justice, respect for the rights of others, just common decency. But woe betide anyone that dares express a view that doesn’t rigidly conform to the Holy Writ as dictated by the Thought Police.

Deviation from the word calls for you to be vilified and ostracised, shouted down as a ‘fascist’, ‘bigot’, and ‘racist’. There’s no platform for you, you fucking Nazi, you’re cancelled. That goes double for white, hetro male Nazis.

I regard Cultural Marxism as the political and social equivalent of Covid-19. Its adherents recognise that they can’t carry their argument through the ballot box. Instead they have sought to spread their ideas insidiously, seeking to replace objective analysis with doctrine and to curtail free speech with an increasing use of their own programming ‘Newspeak’. Ergo, you control the agenda.

Academia and the media in particular appear to have been targeted. Also,my own take is that extremist groups such as the SWP, Class War and Antifa are looking to infiltrate and hijack the likes of BLM and the environmental movement to use them as vehicles to push their own loony tunes ‘smash the system’ agenda. Increasingly, they’re taking to the streets to impose their will through intimidation and violence, yet the ultimate irony will no doubt be an attempt to claim that they’re actually ‘victims’ of some ‘far right conspiracy’ themselves.

I don’t think it an exaggeration to say that these relentlessly vicious authoritarian cunts have declared war on the likes of you and I. Their group identity is a pack of ravenous wolves, and right now they sense an opportunity. They have the scent of blood in their nostrils and it’s ours, so we’d better wake up to the fact, but fast. As Trotsky once said, ‘you may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you’.

Nominated by: Ron Knee

I’d like to nominate would be do-gooder protesters .

They seem to have this annoying habit of getting right up your nose don’t they ? They feel they hold the moral high ground on just about anything and woe betide anyone that disagrees with them or has the audacity to see things differently .

There’s nothing wrong in my book holding an organised march or a protest if it’s pertinent to who or what you are , but lefty cunts that are just there for the sake of it really fuck me off .

Nominated by: murray greig

A quick, 11 second pitstop cunting for Lewis Hamilton.

He is on the front page of the Times today:-

‘Why am I not British enough?’ The subtext being – because I is black.

Perhaps being a millionaire tax exile in Monaco might have something to do with it. And of course jumping on the Bullshit Lives Matter bandwagon. From a distance. And being an all round cunt.

Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble

And seconded with this:

Lewis Hamilton – yet again!

A high-speed, round and round in circles borefest of a cunting for Lewis Hamilton. I can’t believe it is only a few short days since this tool’s last cunting, but he is the give who just keeps on giving. His latest wheeze is that he has announced plans to set up a commission in his name to increase diversity in motorsport.

The world champion said he wants the Hamilton Commission to make “real, tangible and measurable change”. Oh dear – what a fucking wanker. However, I wasn’t able to submit this cunting until I had stopped laughing about this statement:

“Hamilton, 35, said his commission would explore how motorsport can be used “to engage more young people from black backgrounds with science, technology, engineering and maths (STEM) subjects”.”

Yes, those giant brained dark keys who are so good at science and even more useless at fucking driving.

Nominated by: Lord Cuntingford

I hope the mods will indulge in this nom which is not exactly a cunting – almost the opposite – as I want to share a halcyon day in my life with my fellow ISACers. If not, then let me cunt myself for being a sentimental old fart. (Happy to oblige. Makes a nice change to be honest – admin)

Many years ago I lived in East Anglia and, despite being a Scot, I fell in love with the region, particularly Norfolk and Suffolk. In geographical terms, it was only an hour or so by train to Londonstan but remote and magical – in those days anyway.

I used to go walking and birdwatching in Breckland and the Fens. Late one cold, wintry – but dry – afternoon I came upon a canal with a barge moored on it. As I got closer, I saw a good looking lass on board.

There was no-one else around, just the occasional heron flapping across the fen or a hen harrier swooping low as it tried to flush out prey. A landscape and moment of priceless beauty. The girl and I got talking and she invited me on board for a coffee. We spent almost two hours chatting and she told me how she had ended up living alone in this bleak countryside.

For some idiotic reason – perhaps loyalty to my then girlfriend – I did not ask for her phone number and never saw her again. I now imagine her eternally floating around the fens, heartbroken that our two souls never entwined, and see her like the PreRaphaelite painting of Ophelia by Millais or The Lady of Shalott by Waterhouse.

I don´t know if barges have names like ships but “Halcyon” was written on the side. It was certainly a halcyon day for me, one I still remember over 30 years later.

Nominated by: Mr Polly

Paris Jackson is a chip off the old block, isn’t she.

A new film called “Habit” will feature 22-year-old Paris Jackson, the daughter of the late “king of pop”, Michael Jackson, playing Jesus. Jackson, a bisexual in real life, will be playing the son of God as a lesbian who indulges in carnality with another woman.
Thank goodness MJ isn’t alive to see this depravity. How could he have envisioned that his daughter, lovingly conceived in a test tube, would be so off the wall. It’s more mud thrown at his legacy after the latest allegations of chíld-fucking.

To quote the king of pap: “You need some lovin’ (P.Y.C) Pretty Young Cunt.”
Don’t they realise that baby Jeebus was a white, blond surfer lookalikey with a Yank accent?

Shamon.

Nominated by: Captain Magnanimous