Isn’t it marvellous how many celebrity parents facilitate an easy route for their children, by giving them roles in their films? It’s also not just luvvies. Others live off the reflected glory of their siblings, parents, even offspring. Welcome to the shitty world of nepotism.
Would Michael Douglas really have lasted if it weren’t for dad, Kirk? Would Lily Allen have irritated the nation if Keith had syphoned it into a nearby sock? Would Nicholas Soames or Hilary Benn, both bereft of any skill, honour, or intelligence, have managed to become MPs without their famous family links?
Talentless dickworm Will Smith “cast” his confused son in one of his shitty films. Kiefer “not as good as Donald” Sutherland’s talent has been stretched to breaking. These bastards have no shame. They say talent skips a generation. What say you, Rafe Spall? At least Mark Thatcher got lost abroad, the daft gimp. Even greedy, old spiv Stanley fucking Johnson has been filling his boots with his reflected fame. No shame whatsoever.
Oh, and Rory Kinnear, you can piss off as well.
Who knows which dreadful cunts are readying to foist their offspring onto us? Gwyneth Paltrow’s (herself a nepotistic slug) weirdos? The Beckham brood? Junior Rees-Mogg? Either of the Obama princesses. Psh.
Lily Allen, Sofia Coppola, all of the Kennedys, that horrible Clinton bitch, all slugs, all cunts, all stinking of the fetid odour of nepotism.
Nominated by Captain Magnanimous




