James O’Brien (3)

I would like to cunt London’s Biggest Cunt, James O’Brien at LBC radio.

Not content with attacking Brexiteers, his lips are flapping like a pair of pissflaps in the wind as he cries over the  ‘injustice’ of The Donald presidency. Making regular references to The Donald’s perceived sexism, yet he, as a supporter of the peaceful religion, conveniently overlooks their sexism and homophobia. He has also airbrushed over the behaviour of rapugees in Germany and Sweden, citing it as only a handful. Maybe,he is right, if each victim was the size of a grain of sand and the hand belonged to King Kong.

Another of his favourite pastimes, is that of talking down the British economy post referendum, despite the facts disproving his view. Another, is his likening Brexiteers to the electorate who voted for Trump; the usual racist, xenophobic, simpleton type analogies.

He even runs regular diatribes against Jeremy Corbyn. Love him or hate him at least the man has principles. So what exactly are Mr J.O.B’s politics? He hates the Tories, likewise UKIP; yet his preferred party of many moons ago, the LibDumbs, scored a huge own goal with tuition fees, thanks to Smeggy Cleggy. Finally, for him, the Labour Party is unelectable under Jezzah. Well, there is of course ‘a third way’. He is an identikit fit for B.Liar and Co supporters. Although he has not said it out loud, his meejah career, private school educated, Chiswick residing background, marks him as archetypal New Labour. Hence, his desire to see Jezzah given the Spanish Archer.

He really should take a look in the mirror – although he is so fugly – and reflect on his beardy mouthed bullshit. We are fed up being preached to by self-congratulatory champagne pseudo-socialists.

Our twatty friend sums up all that is wrong with today’s pseudo-socialists. They spout their so called liberal view of the world but in reality represent a neo-fascist form of politics. He fawns sycophantically over those callers who agree with him. Meanwhile, cutting airtime, talking over and putting down all those that disagree with him. Some other presenters on LBC may hold similar views but at least have the decency to hear out their callers.

He even has taken to attacking his fellow presenters, Katie Hopkins and Nigel of the Farage. Disgusted at having to share the same studio as them. Perhaps he is worried they will gain listeners at his expense?

In case, anyone from LBC management is reading this and wonders why I listen to his programme, well, these days I only do for few minutes at a time. Not enough to hear the advertisements that pay his wages, so please bear this in mind before considering renewing his contract.

His own TV debut talk show on ITV in 2015 lasted all of 5 minutes for a reason. The reviews were hardly congratulatory. If he carries on like this, his radio days will be numbered too. Although, perhaps he has a great future with the British Bullshit Corporation, at Newsnight, as his heavily biased opinions align so closely with theirs.

Nominated by Mike Oxard.

Body Positive Movement

Any chance of a cunting for the body positive movement or BOPO as its known to idiots who cant handle full words.

Its a campaign to make it acceptable for women (not men, funny that) to be obese land whales and that society should not judge them because they are beautiful etc etc , but fail to mention that it costs around 50 billion a yr to the NHS to sort the blubbering arseholes health problems out , which the campaign does not mention.

I smoke, not heavily, but do enjoy a nice hand made fag and I am lambasted everywhere for not being allowed to smoke indoors anymore, overly taxed for my pleasure and to top it all off the bloody fag packets have no design anymore and are just a blackened lung or a dead baby .

Why do I bring this up? Well the cost that smokers bring to the NHS is only 5 billion, monumentally less then the amount the lard arses cost all of us and not a single word said about it in case of hurting feelings. Fuck off, you pussy minded twats, its not BOPO , its called diabetes,cronic heart congestion, and being glued to a mobility scooter cos your legs cant take your enormous bulk anymore, cunt.

Nominated by The sheriff of Cuntingham

Royal Mail (3)

Since we’re on the subject of shite institutions, I’m nominating the Royal Mail. Like a lot of the country, my part of England endured the kind of downpour that would have worried Noah. We currently have a new postie who, like a number of his predecessors, is a complete fuckwit of a cock womble. Even when it rains, this brain donor carries the post for the next few houses in his hand, instead of his bag like he’s supposed to.

Unlike us non-retards, there are a number of posties who seem oblivious to the fact that letters, which are generally made of paper, do not respond well to getting soaked. Yesterday, I received an A4 sized envelope which contained copies of my pension statements and details, which I’d had to send to the British Legion for a matter they’re helping me with. The envelope was so wet, it had disintegrated before the dumb shit had even brought it anywhere my house.

Consequently, a lot of personal info such as my NI number, bank details, pension details, full name, date of birth and even my Army service number became available to the postie. Now I’m not accusing him of stealing my identity or anything like that. However, it needed to be signed for and nobody was home at the time he tried to deliver it, which means it spent the night at the local sorting office, where EVERY Royal Mail employee who worked there had open access to it.

So this morning, after picking up my soggy mass of papier mache, I made a call to the main office in Manchester and got through to the lovely Charmain, who made it clear that she could not have given less of a fuck. After struggling to keep my calm, and threatening to make a personal appearance, I was put through to a manager, who turned out to be only marginally more intelligent than Charmain. Nice bloke though, I’ll give him that. He wasn’t sure what it was that I wanted apparently, and seemed surprised when I told him that I wanted the offending postie spoken to and reprimanded for not doing his fucking job properly.

He said that he’d look into it, but somehow I’m not convinced that will happen. How is possible that a supposed adult could not summon the wit to put the mail he was responsible for, into his fucking post bag, to stop it getting wet? So, Royal Mail, what a bunch of cunts.

Nominated by Quick Draw McGraw.

Mindfulness or Mind full?

I would like to give Mindfulness a good cunting.

This is a concept that I’ve heard a lot about lately and is popular with employers seeking to dodge their obligations to their employees. It is what used to be called living in the moment,so when things are getting a bit much, you need to contemplate the sun shining through the window,say,or have a mental picture of a lovely place you can go to.

So when my employer treated us to a course to learn about this old wank today, I imagined one cunt of a colleague trapped in a burning lift then another being repeatedly kicked in the bollocks and I must say I did feel a pleasant glow.

Nominated by Mary Hinge.

Chinese Football Fans

Chinese ‘football fans’ are cunts….
Clueless fucking knobheads who don’t know their Accrington Stanleys from their Arsenals, and class ‘supporting’ a team ‘online’ (ie: social cunting media) as being a ‘real fan’…
The sort of clueless pricks who worship the likes of Wayne Rooney, but have to google Roy Keane or Eric Cantona to find out who they actually are, and don’t even know that Matt Busby even existed… This picture says it all… Absolute wankers and anyone who wants to go out with Phil Jones has to be either inbred or a mong… Maybe Morrissey (for all his faults) was right, with his suggestion the Chinese are a subspecies…

Nominated by Norman.