Chelsea Tractors

I do believe Chelsea Tractors, specifically in the guise of pick-up trucks, are well overdue a platinum-Grade cunting.

Primary specimens “VW Amarok” and “Toyota Hilux”.

Invariably these oversized road menaces are pristine clean, never having been within a hundred miles of a builder’s merchants for which they were primarily intended. Indeed the 30 year old, backwards-wearing baseball cap cunt near me and his kids (Benedict and Maisie of course) take great pride in polishing theirs to within an inch of its life every fucking weekend whilst chewing up the pavement / grass verges in their “fuck you” approach to parking it.

Needless to say these selfish cunts and their ilk come barrelling down narrow country lanes, expecting every other fucker to reverse to let them pass, use 1.5 supermarket car park spaces thus requiring a can opener to get in/out of your own vehicle should you have the misfortune to get them park next to you. Then there’s the fucking superior “down their noses from altitude look” when waiting next to you at the red lights or selfish loud banging of doors when returning home at 2am.

Of course as with so much this is down to that fucking third rate Canadian parvenu and his 0.25% interest rates making these things so affordable when they shouldn’t be.

Quite often too Tractors are the preferred mode of transport for Eastern European drug dealers ( blacked out windows; crap but loud rap music etc etc) with no discernible means of earning an honest crust. This itself should of course trigger some sort of enquiry from Plod as to how the cunts manage to afford the lifestyle but it’ll be a combo of illegality and defrauding the poor old taxpayer and they’d rather stitch me up for doing 35mph instead of 30mph instead.

The use of these Tonka Toy Pickup Trucks , SUVs , 4×4’s to drop off precious darlings to school, blocking narrow roads in sheer ignorance of other drivers or pedestrians and invariably piloted by yummy mummies scarcely able to touch the pedals beggars belief.

I never ever allow the following out of a junction

1. All the above types of vehicle
2. Sportscars
3. Foreign Plated cars
4. Anyone who’s ever been cunted on ISAC (sadly that means Parking Stanleys etc – you know who I mean and it’s a comprehensive list!)

So…..here’s a plague on these oversized cunts and the cunts who drive them!!

Nominated by Isaac Hunt

An overdue cunting for cunts who drive their chavmobiles with those huge fat loud exhaust pipes. It might make you think that you are king of the road, but you are just a cunt, and your poxy little chavved up Corsa won’t even have the power to pull the skin off a rice pudding. So, here’s wishing that you quickly end up wrapped around the nearest lampost. Oh yeah, and before you have your fatal collision, turn off your poxy fog lamps too.

Nominated by Mystic Maven

Billy Connolly [3]

This cunt once said in an interview that when people write about him, they always include the word ‘Scottish’, and that he should have the word ‘Scottish’ tattooed across his forehead.

No, Billy – the word that should be tattooed across your forehead is ‘Cunt’ – ideally in reverse so that you can see what you are every day in the fucking mirror.

You unfunny cunt.

Nominated by Burns Ward Arsonist

Zombie Pedestrians

A Government transport advisor has come up with a suggestion to protect those selfish lemming-like cunts who wander our streets, eyes glued to their handsets, updating Facecunt or looking at a YouTube video of a cow pat that vaguely resembles John Prescott.

Text walking lanes, painted white arrows and strips of red lights on kerbs to warn the gormless fuckwits to stop and look before crossing, “a strong case for redesigning infrastructure over relying on other methods of changing behaviour”.

So remember that next time your local council cut funding for social care, the bin collections go monthly and they start whinging about austerity, personally I think it could be a winner provided these ‘text walking lanes’ merge into one continue on to Beachy Head.

Nominated by Liberal Liquidator

Tom Baldwin

TOM BALDWIN & PANSY LABOUR REMAINERS:

The BBC is raising my blood pressure this morning with the news that this self regarding Twitter fucker (“writer, Labour adviser, now back on the inside” – inside of what? – Mangledbum’s arsehole?). Scribbler is a more honest term than writer.

Baldwin with the body of a man of 52 and the mindset of a 12 year old is seeking to encourage Corbyn and Dame Keir Starmer to change Labour’s mind (what mind?) over their Brexit strategy and to support a “people’s vote” (stupid bleeder doesn’t seem to know we had that in June 2016) on Brexkt.

Baldwin was the chief adviser to the woeful Edward Miliband, and we can only wonder if Labour are so fucking stupid they will take advice from the man who made Miliband deliver his own tombstone in Hastings (remember the seven or was it eight commandments?).

Of course we all know Dame Keir (stick a hat with cherries on top of it on him and he would look for all the world like a Victorian virgin who had stepped out without her corsets and seen a mouse) is itching for another referendum but is too fucking gutless to admit it, and self interest will doubtless tempt Labour’s union paymasters to kowtow, even though pansy Labour and the unions hate each other with a passion. That they are prepared to entertain the ideas of Baldwin, a man with all the charm of a phimosis ridden foreskin, shows their intellectual poverty.

The only good thing that might come of this is that the terminally stupid Dominic Grieve (who looks like one of the Pope’s naughty priests) and Anna Loudcunt Soubry and Tory poofta-toff Alan Duncan might shut the fuck up and stop encouraging this dismissal of democracy. I doubt it will stop Ken Clarke and Lord Heseltine who desperately needs EU money to keep his vanity arboreum going.

How the fuck can anyone take Labour seriously – Corbyn wants the keys to No 10 so he can turn the back garden into a dung stenched allotment, but Chukaduckie and the right on backbenchers have other ideas. Fuck a second referendum, lets have a full on civil war amongst the Labour fuckwits.

Perhaps Baldwin and his fancy friends are hoping to cure Junker of his alcoholism so that his brewers droop gets cured so he can give them the good fucking they crave and deserve. I fear that is too late. They will just have to be content with sucking Barniers rancid dick that probably reeks of Stilton.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Period Poverty

Period Poverty? When the fuck did this happen?

A hashtag creation by do-holders designed to whip the feminists and food-bank volunteer wankers into a frenzy of inequality outrage. I’ve just checked a supermarket website and you can buy a packet of 14 jam rags for 66p. Any cunt can scrape that together from down the back of the couch. If not, you need to get your priorities in order. Periods are a natural bodily function, but so is having a shit. Is the government going to start going round the doors giving everyone free bog roll? The Scottish Government has decided to spend £5+ million providing free sanny products to schools and colleges. It’s a good job they have all that spare money just lying about, eh?

Bet the cunts that will inevitably stuff their bags full with all the lovely freebies have plenty money to spend on a metric tonne of make-up so they can look like a vacuous slag on Instagram.

Nominated by Shite &Onions