A cunting for those who stand outside clapping on command through peer pressure.

Some people can appreciate the NHS without clapping like a spastic, signalling their virtue like some attention-seeking cunt.

I don’t mind modifying my behaviour for common sense purposes, but that is pathetic.

Worse than the Ice Bucket Challenge. Worse than Pavlov’s dogs.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

Whilst the time set aside to applaud the NHS is all very nice, I cannot help but think it is also bollocks in extremis.

Years and years…decades in fact of the NHS being slated, complained about, front line staff being chastised as inefficient and uncaring in a system that is, quite frankly, unworkable (Flo Nightingale would struggle with the fucker) Now, however, Joe Public have suddenly realised that the NHS are worthy of praise in the midst of a pandemic. I actually find it quite ridiculous, as well as deeply hypocritical.

They could have been praising them up until now. Why does it take a global crisis for people to suddenly see the NHS and its staff’s worth? Why the sudden applause? Because they are dealing with sick people? Newsflash: they have always done that. Because they are overrun and over-worked with the sheer number of sick people they are treating and trying to save? They have always done that too. Because they are working in tenuous conditions with limited means, limited staff and limited downtime? Yes, that’s right. they have always done that too.

But let’s now applaud them…..the staff who won’t even be listening to your pathetic clapping as they are too busy trying to save lives and keeping everything crossed that they will not become sick too.

Insanity.

Sorry if I cannot get enthused about this ‘recognition’ of the NHS. It all seems a bit after the fact to me.

Nominated by Nurse Cunty

Mawkish, sentimental, virtue-signalling bollocks. Do we have to keep demonstrating to health sector workers that we don’t despise them? And, of course, it costs nothing which, in my view, makes it worth nothing.

We all appreciate what health workers do, but here’s a thought – how about showing some solidarity with all the hospitality, retail and personal service sector workers who have lost, or are under threat of losing, their livelihoods? I don’t think any doctors or nurses will be losing their jobs over this. I do accept that one or two may lose their lives, like the 76 year old GP in Southend in today’s news, and that they put themselves in danger for our good, but this is part of what they do, as it is with the police, rescue services and military.

We’ll probably be expected to do this regularly in future now, like the obligatory two minutes silences for any newsworthy deaths. I hate attempts to emotionally cajole me into doing something I wouldn’t do of my own volition – Movember, Stoptober, dry Jan, children in need, sports relief, even new year’s resolutions. All a load of old wank.

Nominated by Harry Axwound

Just shut the Fuck Up,you self-important Sack of Shite.

Screaming hysterically over the answer any “Guest” tries to give,the Pound-Shop John Bull is an expert on every subject known to Man….of course, if hindsight is a gift,Morgan truly is one of The Blessed. He always knows/knew best and woe-betide any expert or professional who attempts to get a word in before Gobshite Piers puts them right with his view. Wonder if his hindsight extends to his decision to print faked photos or tap phones? Probably not,his pompous,opinionated,bombastic Windbag type are quick to forget/ignore anything that might actually expose them as lying,egotistical cowards.

Crawl back under your stone Cunt, before someone splatters you like the slime-oozing slug you really are…and take your “celebrity mates” with you.

PS….I won’t wish that Piers gets Coronavirus…there’s a chance the Wanker may recover from Coronavirus and that would never do.

Nominated by

I really loathe and detest small talk. It’s one of those awkward social twonks you have to deal with on a regular basis, and it really is hard work at times.

Last night I ordered a taxi, and had to spend a good 20 minutes trying to strike up a conversation with the driver (who was British for a change) in order to avoid equally awkward silences. So you strike up a conversation with the usual inane questions:-

“Busy tonight?”
“Do you enjoy this lark?”
“Any cunts you’ve had to deal with?”

Another scenario is small talk in the lift/elevator. Other than saying “4 please” that’s about as far as I want to go with talking to other cunts in the lift, especially cunts I don’t know. So we all stand there looking at the floor lights above the door, all of us wishing for our floor number to glow and the doors to open so we can get the fuck out!

Or you need a plumber, a spark or some other handyman (oops, I mean “handyperson”), to come round and fix something. Again more with the small talk “Would you like a cup of tea?” “How are you getting on?” “Had a busy day?”

Or queuing at bus stops. Not so much the big queues, but if there’s 2 or 3 of you, and the bus is running late and the small talk kicks in.

“The bus is late isn’t it”?
“Bus service is getting worse!”
“It’s the government’s fault”
“The weather’s bad isn’t it?” (as we get blown around in a force 10 gale with the rain lashing at our faces)

Then there’s the social occasions like weddings and birthdays, and the pain of more small talk spread over hours and hours of utter bollocks with people you don’t really know.

Or you enter an office early in the morning, and you go into the office kitchen, and there’s some cunt there making a coffee. You don’t know this person, but you’re not sure whether to be polite and strike up a conversation or just to shut the fuck up and ignore him. But you feel inclined to say at least “Good morning!” which puts the ball in his court, until he replies in kind. And then you’re kind of fucked as to what to say next!

It also reminds me of those 1st dates when I was in my naive yoof. You’d meet up with your girl inside a pub or eatery, you’re then shown a table, the waiter takes your order, and then you’re both sitting there face to face (this was in the days way before the distraction of mobile phones), and you’re desperately trying to think of something profound in order to impress your girl, but your brain lets you down yet again. So you end up saying something shite like “Do you come here often?”

These days I feel far more inclined to say how I truly feel, but politeness always holds me back.

Nominated by Technocunt

A ‘Why-am-I-treated-so-bad?’, ‘ole man river’ cunting please, for the poor, downtrodden ‘people-of-colour’ (forthwith known as POCs) who suffer terribly at university:

https://metro.co.uk/2020/03/16/still-much-racism-universities-12294077/

How do we know this? Well, Mizz Bakar tells us so in her article…and how does she know? Well, her friends have told her so.

This article is just page filling bollocks. Most (all?) universities these days bend over backward to please and appease the POCs, no-platforming anyone who might upset their tender sensibilities, multi-language signs, prayer rooms etc, etc. IF some ARE given the cold shoulder, it doesn’t seem to occur to them it might have something to do with their bombastic, loud-mouthed antics, attitudes and constant protesting. I live not far from one of these London “universities” (in truth probably just an up-it’s-own-arse Sixth form college), which includes many POCs – in fact they might well be in the majority – and they look (and sound) far from downtrodden.

Perhaps they just enjoy being victims? Mammy!

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Ellinor Grimmark and Linda Steen are cunts, aren’t they?

Who are these yeasty Scandoes and why do they look both barely-calm and barely-evolved? Well, they’re midwife nurses who, after their refusal to carry out abortions on religious reasons, were rightly sacked. Swedish legislation requires midwives to perform abortions.

They claimed that their freedom of conscience had been violated and that that they had suffered discrimination as, despite being educated to be midwives, the two God-botherers have been turned down for midwifery jobs. They argued in several Swedish courts but lost their dispute.

In the long-running case Sweden’s discrimination ombudsman also ruled against them. Even the ECHR (cunts themselves) declined to take up the Devil-dodgers’ case.

Although midwives aren’t obliged to do the same in the UK, it still raises the question: Is it right for nursing employees to refuse to offer care? D O D G Y

This reminds me of when some rágheads working in M&S refused to stock shelves with alcohol bottles for fear of offending Alläh! If you can’t do your job because of a wacky religious belief, find another job.

Better still, if you know in advance that the job might violate your belief in bearded men living in the sky/an 8th century goat shepherd god/space aliens/bedsheet-wearing bald, Krishna-nutters/purple-robed, papist pædós/Judaic Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Ganesh the blue elephant or any other variety of cloud fairy….don’t fucking apply.

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous