Strong Independent Women

Strong, Independent Women.

I know we’ve touched on this modern day Emperor’s Clothes with recent excellent nominations on ‘Killing Eve’ and ‘Women’s Football’, but I think a more direct cunting on this whole phenomenon is worth exploring.

Championing the power of women is merely one of the many aspects of the leftist pandering zeitgeist, and this particular bullshit concept is being spoonfed to each of us by the fucking ladle. The medium of both TV and film is being systematically hijacked to indoctrinate us all that women are strong, women are doing it for themselves, women are powerful, women don’t need men and women can handily outwit/outhit/outlast any man who dares to cross them.

I recently had the misfortune to see the trailer for the upcoming new shitshow ‘Batwoman’, also known regionally as ‘Batma’am’ or simply ‘Batcunt’. They’ve cast a classic soycunt, avec short hair and lesbian backstory, who in the trailer, utters the truly fucking laughable line “I’m not about to let a man take credit for a woman’s work’. Right. Just let that one, in context, sink in.

On a more real-world level, I have worked with countless women in my job. And it is incredible how many of them are clueless, technically inept, overcompensating loudmouths who truly believe that they can hide their blatant deficiencies behind alternating boorish management speak and meek victimhood, until they are rescued from the deep end by the life-line of maternity leave.

Sister fucking dearest was exactly one of these ‘strong, independent women’; right up until she married a successful dentist and never went back to work after giving birth. Such fucking courage and empowerment!

Where’s the strong, independent woman when the waiter leans in with the post-dinner cheque?

Where are the strong, independent women when they need a seat on public transport after a few weeks of pregnancy?

Where are the strong, independent women when they fly into an hysterical, apoplectic shit-fit because someone says a hurty word at them?

And just where are all the strong, independent women when it comes to equal bin-collecting, coal-mining and hod-carrying opportunities?

This is more than just a source of irritation. It is an extension of third-wave feminism writ large – thanks to the current victimhood witch trials. It is also damaging to society on all fronts. Roles suited to males being shifted towards women because talk of this imaginary ‘strength’ has been repeated often enough that it is being believed. I have lost count of all the reports and videos I have seen of female police officers being severely overpowered and utterly ineffective during demonstrations or acts of crime.

God fucking knows how wars will turn out, having both women, bumsteads and trannies on the fucking frontline.

Cunts. Absolute fucking shitcunts, one and all.

Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back

London Pride

Now I realize that I’m immediately going to be branded homophobic for this nomination, but let me say straight away that that’s bollocks. I’m not afraid of people of a different sexual persuasion, I’m just sick and tired of having it rammed down my throat.

Being ‘gay’ – whatever the fuck that actually means – is the new hip and happening thung to be. If you’re not gay, then you’re not part of the 21st century scene. You’re somehow backward and retarded.

Well fuck that. I’m normal. If you’re gay then good luck to you but for fuck sake just get on with it and shut the fuck up.

Alternatively hold a straight pride day for all us homophobic cunts…

Nominated by Dioclese

Film Credits

Film Credits
A megadump of hippo manure for those never-ending credits at the end of films nowadays. Best grip, dubbing mixer, whatever the hell they are, plus hair stylists, assistant hair stylists, caterers, drivers, electricians, dialect coaches etc. All followed by every copyright detail for any piece of music that has appeared. These lists can go on for 20 minutes. The credits for “Iron Man 3” included more than 3,700 names plus 24 special-effects companies.

I recently saw quite a good film called “Arctic” which had three actors – one of whom was dead and the other so injured she could only groan. They were stuck in the middle of nowhere and the main actor literally did not utter a sentence – just the occasional curse or cry of pain and despair as he waited to be rescued. The only other “voice” was a polar bear that made a few growls. Yet the list of credits went on and on as if the film had has a cast of thousands.

What´s the point? Is it vanity so these nonentities get a thrill out of seeing their names up there? Is it a way for the producers to skimp on paying them by offering them free advertising in the hope they will pick up clients?

Nominated by Mr Polly

Clapham Gatecrasher

A drive-by cunting to the Kenyan skydiver who inconsiderately put a hole in the garden of a house in Clapham, South London, narrowly missing the homeowner who was sunbathing at the time after falling from the undercarriage of an airliner.

Listen son, in this country if you want to enter illegally you come over in a dinghy from France paying Kurdish people smugglers 10,000 euros, in the back of lorry via the Channel Tunnel on a ferry or just overstay your visa.

I’m just waiting for David Lammy to claim this one too, “I had a friend on a Kenyan Airways flight…..”.

Nominated by Liberal Liquidator

Stella Creasy

An appeal on behalf of Stella Creasey, Labour MP for Walthamstowe.

‘Women are forced to choose between “being an MP and being a mum” because of Parliament’s rules, a pregnant Labour MP has said.
Walthamstow MP Stella Creasy said that Ipsa – the body which regulates MPs’ pay – told her it does not recognise when members go on maternity leave.’

This poor woman has to scrape by on full salary of £79,500 plus expenses for just about everyfuckingthing. Where is the justice in this day and age?

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Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble