A Tena-lady, piss stained bloomers cunting for fading MP Amber Rudd, who has done a Beckett by positioning herself as a “caretaker prime minister” if the mincing cunts at Westminster manage to overthrow Boris:

https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/10014789/amber-rudd-caretaker-pm-boris/

This disingenuous old traitor hangs on in her constituency by the skin of her teeth, so I suppose she feels she will have achieved something in her lack-lustre career to spend her last weeks in parliament resting her shitty arse in the PM position.

Labour are delighted about Miss Dudd – as well they might be – she is as determined to stay in the EU as Dame Keir and no doubt he will be licking her pissflaps along with Hilary.

They will conveniently forget Rudd has failed in every job she has ever taken on.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

An inaugural cunting for what is sure to be the most annoying 9 year-old since Macaulay Culkin or Harry and Wills.

The boy and his fat tongued, lisping father – who after spending all his book advances buying his mother more Botox and torching all the franchise money of stupid people that paid him to put Jamie’s on their door – are now doing a cooking show on YouTube.

Have not seen a family more desperate for media attention since the Irwins.

I would Love to see those Sheriffs come in and clear the cunts kitchen out to pay his debts, live on YouTube.

I am certain in time Buddy will have so many nominations he will make the wall.

Nominated by King Cunt

A finger-wagging, side-of-the-nose touching cunting for Armchair ‘Experts’, please.

You know the type: watched a few war films, played ‘Tour Of Duty-Cunt Ops’, suddenly an expert on all subjects warfare. BA pilots strike, they’re experts on flying ‘cos they’ve never crashed their PC’s flight simulator. Grenfell fire? If they’d been there, everyone would have got out alive and they’d have put the fire out with a CO2 extinguisher. Nursing? Anyone could do that. Ambulance pulls up, they crawl out of the wood-work. Found on newspaper forums and ‘phone-in shows fucking EVERYWHERE. The Daily Mail breeds the cunts. One or two, possibly one, using different logins, even frequent this fine site, (you know who you are, you cunt), until Admin catches up with them.

Best case I’ve had recently was an ‘expert’ at a sudden death we went to. Obviously deceased, hypostasis, pupils fixed and dilated; in pops the neighbour and comes out with “I’ve been a first aider for years, why aren’t you starting resuscitation?” We’re a paramedic crew, for fucks sake!!! We were (almost) lost for words, as he was shown the door.

Funny how all ‘Experts’ don’t do the job they’re ‘experts’ at, isn’t it? Cunts to a man/woman.

Nominated by DCI Gene Cunt

A nomination for Benjamin Butterworth.

A tiresome, soyboy twat who has written for the Grauniad and the ‘Independent’ – this alone makes him worthy of a cunting, but the actual subject of this nomination is his appearance on breakfast TV, where he was given a good roasting by Piers Morgan. Apparently, some ‘expert’ in a BBC video has produced a list of 100 different gender identities, which this twat Butterworth is endorsing, even though he doesn’t even know what most of them are, as Piers pointed out. See the exchange here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDT-Yj5n6zE

There are two possible identities for Butterworth, Cunt, or CIS Cunt, either one will do.

Nominated by Mystic Maven

Hold the front page and read all abaht it please, for pretty but batty journalist, Charlotte, who has suddenly remembered 20 years after the event, and on the first day of the Conservative Conference, that Boris allegedly had a fuddle-duddle under the table with her one day in 1999.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-49877508

Of course, Justine Greening, the lovely lezzie (well she is prettier than Angela Eagle) and Amber Dudd – two wimmin soon to leave Westminster – are outraged, along with Steptoe’s sisterhood.

I have no idea why her memory went into limbo for 20 years…could it be that Ms. Edwardes is another desperate Remoaner? Did Dame Keir or Gaylord Adonis – or even Granny Grieve (perish the thought) put the wench up to it?

I have one piece of advice for Ms. Edwards: hush, hush sweet Charlotte, or shut the fuck up.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs