I am conscious that I might end up cunting myself here if I’m not careful.

By the way I dedicate this Nom (paraphrasing the words to the Willie Nelson song) to all the bores I have ever known before.

You see cunters I would always end up in the kitchen at parties WITH THE BORE. A soft touch. But in some ways I was fascinated. Trying to analyse it the first thing I would identify about them is that they DON’T LISTEN. That is the determining characteristic of the Bore-they are not listening, their only interest is in what they are saying. Now because they are not listening this allows them to abruptly change the subject. Or just to leave some anecdote or story in the air. The Bore has moved on is the paradox here. HE IS BORED.

The Bore. Let’s look at what great writers have said. James Joyce ‘I have never met a bore’. I suppose in his forensic desire to get to the heart of some character he would find something that was interesting in anybody. Similarly Chesterton said we must try to see a bore’s ‘interesting points’. He gave the example of one counting all the blades of grass on a garden lawn. What a yawn reader. But yes, maybe, he wanted to more ‘fully explore’ the. garden lawn. Waugh? ‘He couldn’t go on being Hardcastle, day and night, always, could he?’ Sebastian asks Charles in Brideshead. And that is actually a very profound question. My friend Dave comes to mind. As he walks out of the pub I look after him and think ‘He couldn’t go on being Dave, day and night, always, could he?’ But I know he must do.

Switching it as is my wont as a putative bore but really we could change the name of this site from ‘Is a Cunt’ to ‘Is a Bore’. That’s what we’re cunting everday-the utter PREDICTABILITY of cunts. In the morning when I click on ISAC with many Noms of people you have only to look at the picture TO KNOW (before they even open their mouths as it were) what’s coming. That is the boredom of today. The utter predictability of everyting.

You know cunters Waugh (in the 50s) said-‘I see boredom everywhere’ about the coming decades. And what did Hazlitt say? ‘Most men are fools’ . Most men are bores today and women too.
I need to finish up I’m becoming as bore. Yes, what about the world beyond? Yes, at the Beatific Vision the bore who never stops talking, doesn’t listen. In the presence of the power and the glory the bore still telling the same story. Forever. Oh, hell.

Nominated by Miles Plastic

If farting in a public toilet doesn’t make the grade for ISAC, then farting in public should be considered.

At a previous workplace, some dirty fucker had the habit of letting one go then doing a disappearing act. His anal utterances were of the ‘silent but violent’ variety, they didn’t just hum, they sang soprano. He would then come back into the office after about five minutes, thinking that no one knew it was him – dirty cunt.

On another occasion, I was in an airport departure lounge, when some bloke walked past at speed and emitted a thunderous BRRRAAAAP!!!! Imagine my horror when I saw that same cunt boarding my plane.

Nominated by Mystic Maven

Gina Miller….

Yes, a-fucking-gain – admin

A banjo and banana cunting please, for that rubber-lipped champion of democracy – the flat-chested cunt, Miller, who seems to have progressed from meddling tart to totally bonkers whore with delusions of grandeur. She now believes, apparently, that Boris’s manifesto is “aimed” at her:

https://www.independent.co.uk/voices/boris-johnson-general-election-brexit-courts-legal-gina-miller-a9218256.html

Get over yourself, you shit stained scrubber.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

BBC News – Harper Denton death: Father Kevin Eves jailed for baby’s murder

Crying my eyeballs out as I write this.

What a smug looking cunt. Lets wait and see what happens to the cunt once IT is under lock and key. Fucking hard man beating an 8 week old to death. “His desperate attempts to revive her”
Did the stupid cow of a mother really not know what was going on?

What a strange world we live in and before some cunt says that I am griefjacking think long and hard about the awful low life standards that appear to be acceptable in our modern world.
So glad that I am heading towards the twilight.

Nominated by Billy Cunter

6th Nov.2019, 03.40.
Ah bliss. I’m snuggled up next to the wife, in la la land. The phone rings.
Oh shit. Who phones at this time if it isn’t something you don’t want to hear?

‘Help, Dad!’ says my daughter. ‘I’ve got two children doing projectile vomiting here!’.
Our daughter’s on her own, our son-in-law being away at a conference. We get out of the house and down to my daughter’s as fast as we can, to find that our dear granddaughters are indeed indulging in some Olympic standard puking. ‘It’s that bastard Norovirus’ says our daughter. ‘It’s going around the school like wildfire’.

So we spend the next several hours doing our best to help our dear grandchildren through the worst, hoping like fuck that we don’t get it ourselves. To add insult to injury, it’s the little un’s fifth birthday, which she’s spent either boaking into a bowl or lying in an exhausted sleep on the settee. The notion that the wee soul might enjoy her day has obviously spoiled some Vast Eternal Plan.

Thankfully by the time we left, the kids were feeling better, happy with the promise of a bonus day off school tomorrow. The wife and I are going to grab a bite and get some much needed kip, fingers crossed that we can give this bug the swerve, because it’s a very nasty little cunt indeed.

Nominated by Ron Knee