Something of an overdue cunting methinks for media darling and The Royal Family’s newest recruit, Meghan Markle.

Every time I see this sickly-sweet shitcunt smiling, hugging and faking her way through interview after interview, I am reminded of one Barrack Obama. No, not because of the obvious, but because of that whole carefully cultivated media image and the blatant schmoozing going on to further her fucking profile.

Clarifications – I am no royalist. I do not pine like some Daily Mail housewife for the memory of Diana, The People’s Cunt. I do not give a continental fuck who Harry is with. I do not care whether she ruins the monarchy or anything along those lines.

What I do care about is seeing this inane, vapid, professional ‘media personality’ getting endless coverage every time I try to watch the news or read any news website. Worse still is this utterly fucking bonkers, PC driven concept that just because she’s mixed race, the world will be all fucking right. Shove it up your bollocks, for Christ’s sakes.

Here’s what little I know – this cunt’s own birth family is in turmoil and she’s a divorcee; not exactly cunt-worthy facts in isolation but so much then for being the domestic saviour who will transform the Royal Family for the better. She has been exposed as some kind of anonymous blogger who charted her exploits in climbing the greasy pole of Hollywood and effectively stopped at nothing to ‘make it’; hence the strong suspicion that this fucker’s veneer is Magnet-kitchen shallow. She is already settling in on #metoo and equality bandwagons and doesn’t mind being the champion for the inane fuckers praising her, just for being the boning target of an over-indulged ginger cunt.

Always hard to know whether the true cunt in these cases is indeed the subject, the media or the lunatics who see someone of mixed race doing anything outside of crime as some kind of fucking diversity champion. But please get this fucking cunt off the news pages and the TV screens. Just disappear into the fucking background like Countess Wessex.

Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back

So, the odd ‘bugger’ is OK, ‘fuck’ in an EXTREME circumstance, but ‘CUNT’ – oh no, apparently a slightly different word for a twat, vaj or muff is just too fucking much to cope with.

What’s wrong with these people? Presumably they are the type that are OK to sit and watch all the nightmarish realities that the TV wangs on about, they are happy to continue existing as a duplicitous blob – gradually consuming the worlds resources whilst giving less than fucking nothing back…but the WORD cunt….well fuck me that is just OFF FUCKING LIMITS.

I’m also guessing that this type acknowledges that bad shit goes on, or indeed that they are doing it, but “oooh, I don’t want to see that” – code for “I’m too fucking lazy and ignorant to do anything, now leave me alone to my third McD’s of the day you poo poo bum.” Hypocritical, head-burying fucktards without an ounce of understanding as to the finer points of the English language and who will never truly know the pleasure of heartfeltly stating, directly at someone, that they are a fucking cunt cunt. Derek and Clive style. Cunts!

Nominated by IHateYou

Anti-cunt cunts who treat the word ‘cunt’ as off-limits are indeeds cunts.

I was once caught in a cuntfire on public transport. Your classic, bovver-booted shitcunt feminist-looking stool sample entered the same tube carriage as your humble narrator during one glorious morning commute, and insisted on holding onto the bar that I had leaned a large item of luggage against. As the train jarred and jolted, said luggage would logically grind her cunt-smeared hand. I wouldn’t fucking mind but it wasn’t exactly a heaving carriage and the cunt clearly could have moved somewhere more spacious. But no. Not this cunt.

I started to get abuse from this fucker which included ‘prick’, ‘arsehole’ and ‘fucking idiot’. After swallowing much of this, to which may I add fellow tube passengers were loving and mirthfully eavesdropping, such unwarranted public abuse I could take no more. I looked it full square in the face and said “you cunt”. What an uproarious reaction. Instant social death. Mutterings included “there’s no need for that”. “bloody hell”. “my god”. But at least it shut the fucker up and made her move away.

Thank god this was all before the phonecam Stasi generation. I would have otherwise been made infamous as the viral ‘Cunt-calling cunt cunt’. I mean, that would be true, but I wouldn’t have wanted my then-employers to know, as they were definitely anti-cunt-calling.

Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back

So many cunts, so little time. But perhaps ISAC can find space for these utter cunts and all they represent.

This URL is sufficient to convey the true horror of making a shower of hungry illegals sufficiently mobile to plunder the surrounding cuntryside of anything not red-hot or wheelclamped, while bringing motor traffic to a complete halt due to their attempts to ride on the wrong side of the road en route to cleaning out the nearest fishing lake. My predictive powers fail at this point: the potential for unforeseen consequences is infinite.

In my line I am extremely likely to meet some quinoa-farting sandalled virtue-signalling flake who will tell me how he/she/it/ has given an ‘asylum seeker’ a new life by providing it with the means to get to the DSS. I shall be carrying an iron bar at all times from now on. The conversation will not be a long one.

Sentimental and thick-to-the-core CUNTS.

Nominated by Komodo