A severe cunting and a blast with a hose, with a good dousing of industrial soap, for cunts that refuse to bathe.

You go to your local store to see the same cunt waddling by who wears the same clothes every day reeking of stale BO and the scent of his/her unwashed balls/snatch sending the dogs nearby into a frenzy.

The closer the proximity to these filthy cunts, the fucking worse it is. I have to share an elevator at work with a sweating fat bastard whose peculiar odor haunts the elevator long after he leaves. He knows he’s a filthy fuck, everyone knows. You only have to look at the sweat pouring out of his shirt for everyone to know. People have suggested he get his act together, get washed and groomed. People like myself have even told him to his face he smells of shit and the unrepentant cunt squeals to HR about being discriminated at work. Now we have some fruitcake lecturing us to be kind and understanding to everyone at work.

It boils my piss. I’d drown them all by the lake but that would only kill the local wildlife.

Nominated by Cuntflappage

Jacinda Ardern
Didn’t know anything about her until the Christchurch shootings. However now we know what a kneejerk, liberal fuckwit she is.
I don’t underestimate the horror of what went on but for fuck sake the outpourings from this woman are in a different league.
Here is today’s output following the earlier wailing, including wearing a headscarf and refusing to name the moron who did it:

‘New Zealand Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern has called for a global fight to root out racist right-wing ideology following last week’s deadly attack on two mosques in Christchurch.’

Where is this simpleton when UK and Europe are attacked? Where is she when mosques and markets are attacked in Pakistan, Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan? When planes are downed? When people are murdered or enslaved? Does she really want to make NZ the go-to destination for these fuckers?
The people of NZ deserve better.

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble

THE INDEPENDENT GROUP

I respectfully wish to nominate this worthless body of cunts who are taking £78,000 each of our money for being even more useless than the LibDems. Chucka Umunna and his bunch of ex-Blair babes, obese old-men-going-nowhere, and three ugly flannel bloomered Conservative tarts, has only been in existence for a month, but they have already run out of steam.

It is noticeable that even that heap of mincing, EU fawning, fruit flavoured shit, Nick Boles, who has jumped on the “Independent” bandwagon, will not join them – perhaps the wisest decision of his fifth rate career.

They have proposed one motion in the House of Commons for which they garnered 85 votes, and I am sure even the deluded baldy man Umunna realises he has made a massive fuck-up now that ageing comic Tom Watson and his outsize glasses have started his “movement” which all the Blairite arse-lickers and Mangledbum have signed up to.

I propose we give all the wimmin, especially the Soubry tart a great big badge saying “I was fucked independently by Chuka”, give the men a good slapping and make them face their electorate by forcing “Independent” ex Labour/Conservative MPs to fight for their own seats. If they lose as I expect 90% of them would, it will be time for them to go out and look for proper work.

This equally applies to that jailbird bint from Peterborough. There ought not to be this get out of jail free card whereby an MP who has thrown the toys out of their pram can just go on living on our charity. Fuck the lot of them.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Phone Scammers.
Indian phone scammers are the pits. I’ve had three on the line in one morning, named ‘Oliver’, ‘John’ and ‘Richard’; beautiful British names for twats with such pronounced Indian accents.
‘Oliver’ wanted to assist me (for a fee, natch) to eradicate a virus that had invaded my computer. Now if I would log on, he would guide me step by step… ‘John’ was from ‘Internal (sic) Revenue’, and was keen to assist me in resolving a tax issue. If I would just log on…
I’m surprised that anyone still falls for this b/s, but they do say that there’s one born every minute. Usually I enjoy a bit of harmless entertainment at their expense by pretending to be deaf and senile. But when ‘Richard’ came on, I began to think that life was too short, and tried to keep it brief. Sadly ‘Richard’ was a persistent shit, and things ended up going something like this;

Bring bring…
Me; ‘Hello’.
‘Richard’; ‘Good day, Mr Knee. I hope you are well today’.
Me; ‘I’m not interested in buying anything, thankyou. Goodbye’. Click.
Bring bring…
‘Richard’; Aah, Mr Knee, I am not salesman. I am Microsoft Assistance. I am advising you that your computer is registering error messages on a remote server…’
Me; My computer’s fine, thankyou. Goodbye’. Click.
Bring bring… (wtf?)
‘Richard’;(tersely) Why are you not talking with me? What is your problem?’.
Me; (sigh) ‘Look pal, you’re the one with the problem, as you don’t appear to understand me. So I’ll keep it simple. FUCK. OFF.’. Slam.
Bring bring… (Christ on a bike)
‘Richard’; (angrily) ‘You cannot be talking to me like that! (blah blah) I want an apology!’.
Me; (contritely) ‘Erm… ahem… yes you’re right. I haven’t felt myself today *cough* and I’m a bit uptight. Will you accept my apology?’.
‘Richard’; (testily) ‘Yes yes alright. Now your comp…’
Me; ‘I’m so glad, Richard, or Rashit, or Rancid, or whatever. NOW will you fuck off?’. Slam.
Bring bring… (goes to answering machine)
(!!!!!) Bring bring…

That’s right, rat. Waste your time trying to call me again. While you’re doing that, you’re not robbing some guileless sap elsewhere. You’re all utterly without scruples; cunts who disgrace your families and who deserve to rot slowly from the inside. I’ll happily piss all over whatever’s left.

Nominated by Ron Knee