Anti-hunt protesters are Cunts.

Scruffy,hippy types,menopausal lezzas or naive students,in the main. I’ve nothing against the ones who turn up and video proceedings,keeps everyone honest,but I do have a problem with the “rent a mob” bunch who trespass,assault people going about their lawful business and cause danger to riders,members of the public and the horses and hounds.
Whether people like it or not,the hunting that goes on these days is legal. Protesters have a right to protest,but they do not have the right to disrupt. Most of their real problem isn’t the foxes’ welfare,it is a problem with “Snobbery”. They come from their dreadful housing-estates imagining that everyone involved in hunting is some Lord Fauntleroy type. They are wrong. My local Hunt is mainly farmers who,I suspect, know a damn sight more about the countryside,and care a damn sight more about the countryside than these jealous,benefit-claiming dregs.
Townies should stick to their shitty estates and leave the country folk to look after the Estates that matter. Estates where naive,middle-class Wankers or dole-whallahs aren’t wanted or needed.

Fuck Off and mind your own business.

PS…. I’m aware that the odd cat may be killed in the confusion of a hunt,but,tbh., I think that it’s a price worth paying.

Nominated by Dick Fiddler

It seems that there are a lot of people about who are taking the piss. Literally. According to that fount of knowledge ‘The Remoaniad’, five thousand members of the group ‘Urine Therapy’ regularly bathe in, wash with, or drink their own piss.

This gives a whole new meaning to the expression ‘taking the waters’. Unsurprisingly, there’s absolutely no scientific evidence to support this ‘therapy’; it’s quackery pure and simple. I’m just surprised that given the number of mugs about, some enterprising soul hasn’t bottled his own waste and flogged it to punters as ‘Old Mother Hubbard’s Therapeutic Elixir’ or something. Cures worms, verrucas, piles and constipation. Ferment it, and you’ve got this year’s must try drink for wine pseuds to eulogise over; ‘Chateau Neuf de Gypsy’s Kiss’.

Now I’m the first to admit that I’ve necked some rough stuff over the years, assorted beverages that may, in colloquial terms, be likened to drinking piss. But there’s a line drawn in the sand which I reckon isn’t to be crossed. Unless, of course, some odd but brave soul will put his hand up to sampling some of the amber nectar, and is prepared to come on and share his experiences.

After all, it takes all sorts…

Nominated by Ron Knee

Insurance companies

What a bunch of grasping, greedy, unprincipled cunts.

The entire insurance “ industry” is based on the idea of charging huge sums of money to cover your risks and then find some “reason” not to pay out your claim.

The sickening legal requirement for drivers to be insured means that, whether you like it or not, you have to pay these utter cunts large premiums for the privilege of knowing that they will default on their spurious promises.

What a load of wank faced cunts. Where I come from, we call it theft. Motherfucking twats!

Nominated by Who put the cunt in Scunthorpe

I’d like to nominate clueless and compulsive sharers of clickbait and political memes, especially those who read a headline, post it to facebook having not read the article.

I think it speaks volumes about the dopeyness, infantilism and attention-nuking effect social media is instilling in adults, many of the graduates.
The sources are always the same; Huffpost, Mail Online, The Canary, Vox, the Independent… all using headlines designed to scream at the dulled minds of social media users and shared regardless of content or substance.

This only leads to the sharer being mocked as more discerning friends rip the sensationalist rubbish to tatters before their eyes, making them feel foolish.

The sad part is, although these people are your friends, their willingness to share any old half-truth because it makes them feel better about themselves, or hating The Orange One, and having not actually read the article or exercised any skepticism (many dont read books, or are rendered cognitively incapable of digesting ‘long form’ formats) makes you question why you ever decided to befriend the cunt.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

An emergency cunting please for this silly trollop with a little girl voice. A Cambridge Remainer sits in a BBC studio stark bollock naked and invites Jacob Rees-Moog to join her. What a daft arsehole the woman is. Lock her up -preferably in a cell with rapists.

How fucking desperate are the Remainers and their parliamentary faggots getting. They have clearly lost the plot.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs