Time was when the world was the baldy man’s oyster – when he was an ultra Blairite issuing his blood-curdling announcements, and he minced on the world stage like a colossus. Since then, the hob-nobbing round the Blair’s back passage has come to an end, and poor Liam is so poor he can no longer afford razor blades, but a Blairite is nothing if not adaptable, and tired of poverty Liam now sees himself as the Mayor for the Midlands, and he is pulling out all the stops. Sadly since the power years the fuckwit seems to have gone blind as he wants to make the Midlands a sanctuary for asylum seeking “refugees”. What a cunt!:

https://labourlist.org/2019/10/lets-make-the-west-midlands-a-region-of-sanctuary-for-refugees/

Every cloud has a silver lining – perhaps Hammy Lammy will end up there with the arse hanging out of his trousers.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Kellogg’s deserve a monumental cunting!

https://www.newsbusters.org/blogs/culture/alexa-moutevelis-coombs/2019/10/18/start-your-day-maximum-gay-kelloggs-launches-lgbt

Can you believe they have released an LGBT cereal? As if these cunts aren’t pandered too enough already by the BBC and the Facebook/Twitter generation. These fuckers are just mentally ill. Do you really think you are gender neutral? Binary? Identify as a man in a woman’s body?

What’s next? A person born a female but identifies as a man but is a homosexual and only sleeps with men who will fuck her arse and stay away from the pussy?

Old sheila is on the home stretch – maybe ten years till I pop my clogs and I cannot wait. I am so fucking sick of what society has become. A populous addicted to phones with ruthless, narcissistic tendencies who think the world revolves around them because they have four Twitter followers and a post on Instagram that got twelve likes.

Nominated by sheilas shitty knickers

A Whoops-duckie-show-me-the-way-to-go-home cunting please for this pair of Remaniacs, who it seems, now they sense success, intend to “come out” and take over the leadership of the main Remain groups (from Mr. Rudd the man with friends in high places, no less):

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/politics/2019/10/20/peoples-vote-hit-internal-power-struggle-leaked-emails-reveal/

No doubt Dame Keir is taking his instructions from the poof and the piss artist. which emboldened the wimpy wanker to announce yesterday he would push for a “second referendum” (no mention of people’s vote or “confirmatory” vote this time – just shows how brave you can be when Mandy has your back). It looks as if the bastard DUP might even support Steptoe, and this all depends on whether Berc – ow ALLOWS a meaningful vote. What a heap of shit Westminster holds – more than the sewers that flow under the house,

I just hope that we go for an election rather than this democracy denying move. What with Steptoe and his amateur Marxists and trainee misandrists, and the resurgence of the pansy Blairites and their fancy ways, I really think they have done for themselves. I can only assume the inclusion of Mangledbum’s name will make Labour leavers even more defiant. Dame Keir needs a wake-up call that not everyone lives in Islington.

What of Alcoholic Ali and Mandy if their attempts fail?. Perhaps Campbell will drink himself to death, and Mandy will mince round Hampstead Heath to hawk his battered old ringpiece to the rent boys

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

I recently spent a few happy days in Spain with old friends. The bad news is that they live about an hour from Alicante, so I had to fly on what my Scottish missus refers to as ‘The Benidorm Jimmy Bus’.

My misgivings took tangible form from the moment I went into Wetherspoon’s in search of a pre-flight breakfast. A group of around sixteen females, in various stages of obesity and decrepitude, wearing ‘head boppers’ and dayglow t-shirts emblazoned with the legend ‘Bren’s Hens: Benidorm 2019’, were already well oiled and raucous.

On board, I was settling into my aisle seat as this pie-eyed assortment shrieked and swayed its way into the cabin. To my chagrin the seating allocation meant that I found myself virtually surrounded by them. It was going to be a long three hours. Things weren’t too bad initially. As we took off there was a ragged chorus of ‘here we go’ from The Hens, and some clapping and ribald comments, but at least they were confined to their seats. Unfortunately once the seat belt signs went off, they quickly spilled out into the aisle and started to play musical seats. The noise level climbed and the language became riper. Clearly they weren’t about to follow the captain’s invitation to ‘sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight’. Requests from attendants for restraint fell largely on deaf ears.
Then the drinks trolley appeared. Needless to say, the attendants saw fit to ignore the warning signs and doled out further refreshments to this unruly bunch; there’s profit in it for the airline of course. Things started to get really raucous when the inevitable inflatable dick made its appearance, to a bawling accompaniment of ‘ee ay addio he’s going to breach her piece’ and ‘Bren wants knob’.

Parents with kids started to object, further requests for calm were met with hoots and cat-calls, and what up until then had generally been a fairly good natured atmosphere became distinctly heated. After one of the idiots lobbed a plastic bottle across the aisle, the first officer appeared and told them in no uncertain terms that further nonsense would result in the captain radioing for police to meet the aircraft on landing. A cringing apology from Bren herself notwithstanding, the first officer’s final threat was the imposition of a ban on the group’s return flight.

Mercifully things did calm down after this ticking off, although there was a lot of complaining of the ‘it was only a bit of fucking fun’ kind, and more ribald chanting as we landed. I was glad to get off. It could have been worse; it wasn’t a case of some nutter trying to force a door mid air, or start a punch up, but one can only wonder what possesses people to indulge in the kind of arsehole behaviour on planes that makes things unpleasant for everybody.

Alcohol plays its part of course, but the wife (who studied psychology) maintains that there’s a kind of psychosis at work that affects some people in the confined space of an aircraft, and jokes that she’s going to work it up as a PhD thesis. Me, well I’m not sure that I hold with that interpretation. I reckon that this was more a case of a group of self-entitled airheads being dead set on showing what a great time they were having by acting the cunt and making a fucking nuisance of themselves in the process.

Tossers.

Nominated by Ron Knee

So, after the recemt parliamentary debacle, Ms Swinson (or as I prefer to refer to her, ‘that stupid deluded cunt’) “can’t wait” to take Boris on in an election… Well, Good fucking Luck with that one, love. Go with it and let the proletariat decide, we’re quite keen to show what we think of non-democratic cunts like yourself, by voting you into fucking obscurity, removing that tidy little income (well, not so fucking little actually) that you receive by not representing the people.

You, as a typical LibDem, non-representative cunt, are supported by daft old wimmen, testicle-neutral semi-men & think you have a mandate.

Seriously, give us a chance and we’ll show you what we think about your anti-Brexit stance, you cunt.

Nominated by The Stained Gusset

Today the cunt that is Swinson said this:

She adds: “It seems that Jeremy Corbyn has thrown Mr Johnson another lifeline this morning, as six white men met to discuss pushing through a Brexit deal which will wreck our country.

The hypocrisy of identity politics in all it’s naked glory.

If it has been six BAME women she would of said fuck all. Even if it was six women, Jo would of said nothing.

Her agenda is blatant and it’s unacceptable.

People in possession of intellect and not driven by a discriminatory agenda can see this is the absolute antipathy of anything resembling a genuine wish for equality.

Are you saying that women would of done differently, that would mean women are inherently different to men, it’s a strange road you travel Jo.

I cannot believe you have been elected on your own merit, you have none.

What a cunt.

Nominated by Sixdog Vomit