Polishing a Turd

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Thus the cynical sell-out continues. Blighty’s democratically expressed wish at the Referendum orf the People is flushed doine the khazi. Big Business Rules and Boris Johnson will shortly vanish orf orn holiday again. As slimy as castor oil the Gove Turd turns inside oit and sneaks up its own arse where, as reported, it makes emollient noises. Carry on Cunts. Yours Truly warned several years ago that Johnson is a con artist. An old boy orf the Brussels college that produces all the EU apparatchiks, he has always been in the field as a ringer. Back him and lose your shirt.

The Remainers have fought this particular battle by also masquerading as the opposition and so controlling both sides orf the argument. It follows that when the Leave Brigade should make a principled stand for the democratic will orf the people they instead, as always intended, capitulate. Blighty done up like a kipper comes to mind.

Yours Truly has always wondered at the apparent incompetence displayed by May and familiars but wonders no longer. There were no tough negotiations with Brussels, Brussels bluff was never called, only appeasement and capitulation and a masochistic eagerness to swallow every demand and no preparations in hand to leave. The reason being that the cunts never had any intention orf leaving the EU.

We have been comprehensively screwed me dears so what to do? We have no true democratic representation inside parliament. We are disenfranchised. Beware. That is how revolutions start. There are some old cunts doine me neck orf the woods that are giving a spot of TLC to their trusty twelve bores ready for the Trump visit. They can’t wait to bring doine that stupid fucking baby balloon.

Nominated by Sir Limply Stoke

They even tried to throw the General Election, hoping to pass the poison chalice to Catweasel & Co. Plan being they expected Labour to make the inevitable pigfucker’s ear of Brino, Tories would then ride to the rescue, pick up the pieces and hey presto, normal service is resumed…

Nominated by Ruff Tuff Creampuff

Civil servants

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A cunting for civil servants. Not the run of the mill fuckers but the Teflon coated high flyers of Whitehall. Cunts to a man or woman and mostly incompetent and certainly remoaning.

The departments they run are ineffective and reactionary for the most part. Home Office being a prime example. Useless for generations. But do these mandarins get sacked or demoted when they fuck up, as you or I would be? Do they fuck. They serve their time.They get a knighthood, huge pension and sit on boards of companies. And all this for going to the ‘right school’ and the right ‘club’ and their insufferable snobbery.

Clear the fuckers out. Spread the departments throughout the UK. Give them performance targets to achieve or they are out. See how long it takes for them to actually perform. The cunts.

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Petrol stations with supermarkets

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I put forward for a cunting petrol stations with supermarkets. What a fecking pain in the stones they are. I just been to fuel up the mog a job that has had me near apoplectic with rage not only do you have to put up with silly modern cunts that don’t know their arse from their elbow and make filling up a major operation, now you have selfish spunkers doing their fucking shopping whilst leaving their car on the pump meaning I have to wait for 15mins as the cunts are deciding what’s for dinner tonight, then when they do get back to motor they minge about in the cab with absolutely no idea theres other people waiting. I’ve just had to bang on window to get a soppy boy with his wrist full of bits string and bangles to get off Facebook and move, cunt!

Post to faeces book was probably ” just brought fuel lol”.

God I hate everybody modern roll on an outbreak of bubonic plague.

Nominated by Civvydog

John Rentoul

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This Blair fan boy, who still thinks Blair is the greatest gift to mankind has needed a first rate cunting for years since he assumed the “Political Editorship” of the if-ti-wasn’t-so-funny- you-would-piss yourself-laughing Sunday *newspaper* The Independent on Sunday, which now only exists on line and in champagne socialists wet dreams.

For years this cunt, who is also a lecturer in politics at a London university (though how being so nakedly biased he can do that job any better than journalism, god knows) has been churning out peevish, hectoring anti-anyone – except Miranda/Mandelson/Campbell bullshit, often with a football connotation. Like the North East New Labour fairies, pretending an interest in football was perhaps a way of disguising their homoerotic worshipping of Blair. He ought to remember there is more to football than sniffing Harry Kane’s jockstrap.

Rentoul defended everything Blair – Iraq, Dr Kelly’s dubious suicide, the arselicking to big money – and still does. Click for his latest whinge

Theresa May Not might not be the greatest but Blair isn’t coming back but must at least be slightly better than Catweazle & co.

I hope now the IOS is just a website and has no physical hard copy he is not paid for his fuckwittery.

Nominated by W.C.Boggs

“Generation Y”

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“Generation Y”

Also known as “Millenials”, they have adopted this term to avoid being tarred with the “Snowflake Cunt” brush that over 90% of them rightly have. I am in the midst of a company seminar where old cunts like me (42) are being re-educated to the needs of these soppy cunts as they are the future.

Apparently “Generation Y don’t like hierarchy”. “Generation Y will move employer several times in their career”. “Generation Y feel they are not included”

So in simple terms; These soppy cunts have such a sense of entitlement that if they are not CEO of a multinational within three years, they’ll spit dummy out and fuck off. Fine-go on you cunts.

Nominated by Cupid McStunt