is a cunt.
It has been my misfortune to visit this shithole more than once in the past six months and I am here now, stuck in a hotel. And no, I am not a “refugee”, I am here for work (non-prostitution work).
Some idiot in a London pub once told me that Manchester is “a bit like the north’s answer to London.” Well, London is shite these days and this provincial dump has only copied the worst aspects, adding them to its pre-existing shortcomings.
Mick Hucknall, Gary Neville, and the father from that documentary known as “Shameless” seem to be the three main types amongst the males. Or a charming mixture of the three. That’s the original natives anyway, rather than the sub-human mutants who increasingly dominate the greater metropolitan area. A proportion of whom carry out the familiar form of genocidal sexploitation against the female locals in the likes of Rochdale and Oldham. Rotten boroughs, rotten City.
The city’s road system is a joke, and its airport is a disaster. Worst in the UK for the tenth year in a row apparently; I have found out why for myself. A poorly signed maze of decrepitude and financial exploitation. There aren’t even any chairs to sit on. It ruins your holiday before you’ve even boarded the plane and you can look forward to returning to it in a week or two’s time for more misery. The terminals are stuffy and full of stupid, loud mouthed yobs. Speaking of which, has anybody been convicted and imprisoned yet for that infamous incident last year? … which was followed by anti-police demonstrations amongst the local community and then further protests by far-left filth in the city centre?
The craze for bland, Nowheresville tower blocks continues unabated. The civic leaders seem to imagine that this cock waving idiocy puts them on the map. It doesn’t. It’s just the same insecure and inane pattern on show in craphole cities the world over. Speaking of insecurity, why is it that the mancs are so obsessed with scousers? I went to a Utd game, and they were singing “we hate scousers! we hate scousers!” They weren’t even playing a Merseyside team. I always hated them myself, but having been to Liverpool a bit over recent years have come to envy them a little. There is still a strong sense of place, and you’re very much in England when you’re there, even if it is a bit Irish and sea faring at the same time. They seem pretty friendly and relaxed, and funnily enough, the people don’t ever mention mancs or care about them. Oh, and you’re way more likely to be robbed in Manchester, despite the hub cap jokes.
Back to Gunchester. You go to Picadilly Gardens and it is full of feral youths and dangerous scum from the third world, whilst the queers are bumming each other senseless along the city centre’s canals, sharing monkey pox and AIDS. C(anal) Street indeed, or Sodom and Gomorrah?
Sure, there are some gentrified areas but who cares? They are full of morons as well. The same mindless, deluded wankers swanning about with starbucks and cocktails, having their tepid slop takeaways delivered by masked murderers on ebikes, and driving around in leased status symbols. Like the poncy, commercialised football “clubs” really. The play-things of billionaire, foreign arseholes… are there even any mancs in these teams? The only thing in common with the local population is how ugly the players seem to be. What’s the point of it all? Hand over your credit card, take the knee and keep your mouth shut, peasant.
A beacon of globalist shite and depravity in Northern England, representing all that is crap about modern life in the West, and especially Britain. There are towns and cities in this country, such as Birmingham, that need to have atom bombs dropped on them, they are so far gone. Cuntchester is fast approaching that status.
Nominated by Cotswolds Cnut, Seconded and link provided by Norman.
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