The corporate cunts who run banks and airlines had a brainwave twenty or so years ago. Why not send all our unimportant jobs to India. All the sorts of jobs that young Henry and Jemima would never do. Customer service shit had already had that treatment so why not send the geek cunt jobs over there too? Nobody ever sees the speccy cunts here anyway and they never go outside in daylight so why not replace them with some Ginesh cunts instead? “Cost savings” and huge bonuses all round.
Except the chinless wonders hadn’t quite fathomed that all our large companies have decrepit old computer systems that even the spazzies and speccies over here struggle to understand. So how they expected Ginesh and Hardita fresh out of the University of Umapunapradesh to fare better is beyond me? But who cares eh cunts? They’re just cheaper. But actually, and here’s the best part, they’re not! Everything takes longer and/or goes wrong. Who knew?
Anyway, the fuck-ups are kept quiet for a while but then eventually you get one enormous catastrophic failure and the cunt at the top can’t hide that. But not to worry. He’s already got a job somewhere else on the directors’ merrygoround that is only open to the guilded few.
CUNTS!!!
Nominated by CuntishTown


