As I was queuing at the never ending sets of traffic lights on the North Circular yesterday, it was a pleasure to see at each stop an ‘apparently’ crippled beggar of virtually unknown origin; North Africa/Sub-Saharan Africa/Asia, I don’t fucking know, but their respective roles in life appeared to be dragging themselves along the space between the carriageways, carrying a polystyrene cup seeking free money – of course without exception they appeared to have an NHS crutch – only one mind you, as in reality, they’re probably fitter than me and of course they need one hand free to collect, as they were actually receiving regular donations in each queue.
Now maybe I’ve missed a fucking trick here, but since when did that become a career and how the fuck did the useless, pointless, parasitic, sponging cunts arrive on these shores and still more astonishingly be allowed to land and stay in the first place, to establish their daily grind as an acceptable profession in the good old Dis-United Kingdom of Shite?
Where do they fucking live and why are they allowed to stay here…what the fuck is going on – who is aiding these human vermin?
If I did even remotely the same thing, I’d have my fucking collar felt within hours, to be taken away to god knows what, but they appear to operate with complete impunity.
Hey – it could be worse though, at least they didn’t try to clean my fucking windscreen…that may be progress of sorts.
CUNTS!
Nominated by Andrew Mason



