An emergency cunting is needed for Deanne Carson AKA “A Consent Culture Practitioner”. Who the fuck is that, I hear you say. The level of cuntitude with this one, has reached new levels. She fits the bill of a classic unicorn saddling stereotype in the premium selection. She wants all parents “to ask their baby’s consent, before their nappy is changed”. What in the blue fuck? The lunacy with this one is pixiefuck mental in the high end section.

I quote: “Deanne Carson said in an ABC News segment that families could set up “a culture of consent” in the home by asking newborns: “I’m going to change your nappy now, is that OK?”

The CEO of youth relationship service Body Safety Australia added: “Of course, a baby’s not going to respond, ‘Yes, Mom, that’s awesome, I’d love to have my nappy changed,’ but if you leave a space and wait for body language and wait to make eye contact, then you’re letting that child know that their response matters.”

The segment was highlighted on Sky News Australia’s “Outsiders” show, with Rowan Dean introducing the clip with a dig at the rival channel. “This is just superb and it was on YOUR ABC earlier this evening, which you paid for this leftie lunacy, have a look,” he said.
“There we go, Ross, consent for changing nappies,” he told co-host Ross Cameron. “I’m sure that that would, I think that might get a bit, er, anyway we won’t go there.”

To sum up, we have another SJW rainbow-haired weirdo, who has carved out a successful spacehopper career for herself, and no doubt attracted a devoted band of hipster progressive moondusters, who would drop off the edge of a cliff like lemmings if she told them to. Jesus and Mary…what the fuck?

Nominated by TwatVarnish

Unisex Toilets are a crappy idea, aren’t they?

On a visit to my ultra-modern library to acquire books, I required a dump rather badly, a Forest Gump of rather large proportions.
I hurried over, tortoise head almost touching cloth and winking but saw the words ‘Unisex Toilets’ on the door. On entering two girls, mid-chatter and trowelling on the latest orange facial pancake mix, suddenly ceased their discourse. I’m not sure who felt more awkward. At least I didn’t interrupt a girlie cry. I subsequently manoeuvred with haste to one of the cubicles and, despite their presence and sotto dialogue, dropped off a Magnanimous load of nîglèts complete with soundtrack.

Why must we suffer these monstrous ideas? Is this another wretched Yank import like Black Friday, Trick or Treat, and childish spelling? Everybody seems nervous and furtive in there so is it a method to control people? Is it all just a ploy to save money?

When I’ve been on the lash I urinate like an aggressive racehorse and crack sounds from my arse like I’ve stepped on a duck. One hopes this gender-releasing cack isn’t the future for pub toilets. Yegad. Blokes’ and ladies’ toilet etiquette are about as compatible as the Flabbotasaurus Rex and a brown rice diet.

I must admit that now when Nature calls in the library, be it lemonade or chocolate, I go in the disabled trap. I like privacy. Frankly, Unisex Toilets, if you’ll pardon the pun, are shit.

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous

Street Speak. Apparently Rod Liddle has annoyed the Black Communidy by expressing a known fact about this element of our society. Naturally, there is a tsunami of outrage, but my cunting does not refer to Rod and his column. As I type, I’m listening to Radio 4’s Broadcasting House and some “offended” black teenagers have been invited to speak. What is worthy of a cunting is how unintelligible these cunts are, each one speaking in that street slang.

When the “Windrush Generation” arrived, they were keen to integrate. They took care to speak good English and did shit jobs without complaint. The future generations have somehow devolved into an unintelligible, feckless species; their inability to speak good English another reason why they are unemployable and separate from mainstream society.

To remove bias from this cunting, whiggers who adopt this way of speaking are cunts. And white millennial cunts who, like, you know, have adopted their own annoying version of the Queen’s Engliiiiiiiiiiiish????

Nominated by Sgt Maj Cunt

A nomination for Kumbaya Liberals

The sort of sanctimonious cunts who take to flakebook to virtue signal, lecture and hand-wring over waycism in the UK.

The sort of mindless who spends a wad to attend ‘glasto’ dance with their tits out and talk about how we shouldn’t judge and share their dippy hippy view of one world one love, maaan’, just because a Radio One DJ pushes it, and chanting ‘diversity is our strength. Gender is fluid’.

The type of dipshit who posts ‘#pray forlove’ after a terrorist incident yet never asks why it’s happening because their fear of waycism is greater than any desire for truth.

Finally, the utter morons who refuse to believe ‘evil’ exists in the third world, go to North Africa or allow male refugees into their flat in Austria or Sweden, then get raped and beheaded.

Yes, they’ve been let down by a multiculti Marxist education system, but that damage can be repaired by paying attention and exercising some scepticism, not nodding at fashionable noises, parroting the BBC, voting for the Greens and free money, demanding we disarm, have open borders then all head to Marrakesh in daisy dukes and a Hello Kitty top, doe-eyed and being ‘like, totally non judgmental and non-racist’.

The Stockholm syndrome of young European liberals is not just putting their lives at risk, but ours as their ignorance leads to voting in policies that will lead to the collapse of our society.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime