David Lammy is still a bit of a cunt, isn’t he?

➖ Has he made another humiliating clanger like his famous Mastermind gaffe? No.
➖ Has he been wittering on about fabricated close, personal friends whom he knew in the Grenfell roast? No.
➖ Well, has he been insisting we have another referendum because he didn’t like the outcome? Not especially.
➖ All police are fascists? No.
➖ Brexiteers are ignorant? Nope.
➖ A million Indians died in the first World War? Still no.
➖ Improved river access for homo squirrels? No.
➖ The Beatles, Shakespeare, Charlie Dickens, Boadicea, Jane Austen, and Henry V were all black? No, not yet yet.

Then why oh why is he being nominated? ➖ Because David Lammy is a cunt.

Let’s face it, with the queue for nominations being as lengthy as it is, this joker with his rice-pudding intellect and child-like view on life will have said or done something mind-numbingly fatuous by the New Year, the daft cunt.

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous

Something that gets me looking for a baseball bat is loud cunts on their phones on public transport. Usually a curry muncher or Peter Polskis wife. Fucking ranting without taking a breath. I start to shake with rage as all the remouners and PC cunts would have me strung up for being a raculist if I exercised my right of telling them to shut the fuck up. Fucking any buses going through lewishamstan are the worst. They are due a cunting in my book.

Nominated by Cuntancurous

Remember clearly some years ago a young man on our train from London Liverpool Street to Norwich playing loudly each of his quirky ringtones on his mobile phone.

After about 30 tunes, the passenger next to me stood up and kindly asked him to stop. He ignored him, and continued, still at full volume. The people in the carriage waited to see what would develop.

Within a couple of minutes another passenger (a large man) got up from his seat and walked over to the guy with the phone. Standing next to him very politely but with anger told the man with the mobile phone to turn it off or he would take it away from him.

I rather suspect he was deadly serious. So did the young man with the phone who promptly turned the phone off.

In Japan it is considered a violation of good etiquette to answer a cell phone in certain public places. On trains it is rude to answer or talk on mobile phones, with many people keep their phone in ‘manner mode’ (silent mode) in order to not bother others and to avoid embarrassment on trains.

Nominated by Willie Stroker

Used to commute to London back in the old days. Phones weren’t to numerous then, but one cunt used to get on every morning and spout his instructions to his PA and staff all the way to work. (We all sat in the same seats every day in those days!)

The old boy opposite him had enough one morning. He carefully folded his copy of the Times, got up and opened the window. He grabbed the phone from the cunt’s hand and threw it out the window, closed it, sat down again, unfolded his paper and went back to his crossword.

Not a fucking word was said. The cunt just sat there with his mouth open.

Sadly, these days he’d probably have been knifed…

Nominated by Dioclese

You could spend all week cunting BBC speak, but there is one word in particular, as one of our esteemed cunters puts it, that really boils my piss. That is the poofy non-gender specific sibilant pansy word “sibling”.

I have a brother. We might not be as close as Ant and Dec or Even William and Harry (if they are), but he is my brother. Likewise Mrs Boggs has a sister – not exactly like a pair of the Brontes or Elsie & Doris Walters, but they are sisters not *siblings”.

It is such a fucking irritating word, specially when mouthed by BBC ladies who sound like Victorian poets, or one of their brown hatters. The type of cunts who are forever using words like “unacceptable” and “not appropriate”. Yet another snowflake word

Ban the word.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Based on the above cunting…I think cyclists without helmets deserve their very own cunting.
As a driver, if I get caught without my seatbelt on, I get a 30 quid fine or whatever it is these days, plus 3 points. Yet a cyclist can use the road, without a fucking helmet on with absolutely NO repercussions. I mean how fucking backwards is that? Even the most innocuous of falls from a bike can cause severe head trauma if fate wishes it so….and I would argue that the risk to a person on a bike with no protection being struck by a car at 20mph for example is certainly no less than that of someone in a car. Yet more evidence of the overwhelming fuckwittery that goes on in the minds of our ‘betters.’
When you can’t differentiate between the clear and obvious dangers of two stratospherically alternate levels of risk….no wonder the cunts in charge can’t run a bath never mind this country.
And not only that, most cyclists look like bell ends regardless, so adding a helmet into the mix isn’t going to do more damage to their image.
Fucking arseholes one and all

Nominated by The Ghost of Glauber Berti

And yes, that is Pigfucker in the picture. 

JO BRAND

An outsize bloomers, with generous gusset and Tena-lady of industrial proportions protection please for *former psychiatric nurse* and now raddled elderly alleged *comedian* who is about as funny as bowel cancer, Jo Brand, who feels that we should have a fucking second referendum, just because SHE *wants it*

https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/1058783/Brexit-news-Second-EU-referendum-Jo-Brand-BBC-Question-Time

How typical of these up their own arse very minor “celebrities”, especially one as coarse as her, a lefty, rough as a badgers arse, that we should indulge their stupid whims.

No doubt the elderly hag, nearing the end of her piss-poor “career”, said that to encourage another cheap round of applause from a BBC audience who are almost as deranged as she is, but why is it that this ugly old lezzie lookie-likey, is allowed to appear on TV, even after the watershed, without wearing a burqa?. She looks as if she encounters soap and water twice a year at the maximum, a dirty smelly old cunt who probably smells like a tin of opened dog food that has been left at the back of the fridge since the start of the year, and whose face looks like piss flaps wearing glasses. I can’t believe even a sex mad rapist who had been locked up without female company for 30 years could contemplate fucking this old cunt. Imagine having to remove the drawers with three week old skid marks on them. Her arse is probably hairier than a Shoreditch hipsters beard.

Because Brand wants a 2nd referendum, as does the revolting Gina Miller that is two good reasons to make sure their ambitions are as frustrated as their unused and unusable sex organs. An over randy Rottweiler is probably their only hope of a fuck, then only if their minges are smeared with Pedigree Chum.

Only the BBC would be daft enough to waste money employing this repulsive looking piss artist.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs (apologies for originally forgetting WCB – I was in a rush when I did this one).