It was as mawkish and as sentimentally over the top as I’d expect.

But it was also worse than that. The departing LFC manager wearing a jumper with a heart on the front with ‘Thanks Luv’ printed below it (good bloody grief). While on the back it said ‘I’ll never walk alone again’. I mean, bloody hell. Can anyone imagine Shanks, Bob Paisley or Joe Fagan wearing such a daft garment and taking part in all that touch feely bollocks?

Then there was Klopp’s farewell speech. Why does everything have to be so over the top and a spectacle in the modern game? When Sir Matt Busby left Manchester United he just announced he was going and that was that. Same with Sir Alf Ramsey and Sir Bobby Robson with England. I can see why Liverpool fans love Klopp, he did put them back on top for a while. But all that syrup drenched hanging it out, which of course was lapped up by the fans at Anfield? I’m surprised there wasn’t ticker tape and fireworks as well.

bbc shit

Nominated by : Norman

 
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Nominated by Geordie Twatt.

 
This odious dickhead has sent condolences to Iran in the wake of a helicopter crash which has killed, (hooray), some of their most prominent leaders.

Whilst most of the world is celebrating the demise of the death of President Raisi, (The Butcher of Tehran), and Foreign Minister Abdollahian, et al,
lily livered Michel send a condolence message.

Luckily, the UK can no longer claim to be part of this fuckwittery. It seems the Dutch nationalist, Geert Wilders has distanced himself from the Europrats as well. Good on yer Geert.

spectator

Nominated by Duke of Cuntshire.

Me neither.

So, to put you all in the picture (pun intended) …
“… Renowned Aboriginal artist Vincent Namatjira is famous for a caricature style which challenges power structures and he says his `Australia in Colour` series is no different. We are all equal in Australia. No matter what heritage you are, or where you come from. We are all Australian. I paint the world as I see it.”

BBC News Link.

Unfortunately, Ms Rinehart, Australia’s richest woman, doesn`t share his vision and is demanding that her portrait be taken down. Personally, I think it`s rather flattering likeness.

But you must know me by now, dear cunters – I`m NOT cunting Mr Namatjira.

Oh, no.

I`m cunting the pretentious cunts that allow a jolly black Abo feller, who got a paintbox and a few brushes for Xmas, to hang his daubs in a public space.

If I was his primary school teacher I`d give him a silver star for effort.?

If I was his career’s adviser, I`d guide him gently into the world of petty thievery and small-time burglary as would surely befit his indigenous destiny.

Still, I suppose it pays for the drugs.

Didgeridoo. (Or perhaps didgeridon’t – NA)

Nominated by : Sam Beau

Sounds like some sort of new mental health issue for Gen Z and BBC to fret about, but it’s been around for a while and you see it manifested in all sorts of people behaving like cunts. It’s a deep-seated insecurity about your social status which you sometimes project onto thers. It manifests in a number of ways;

‘Do you know who I am?’, or ‘do you know who my husband is?’ is the classic one.

Then there’s people from across the esocio-economic spectrum who give grief to the shop girl or lad at the drive-thru window. and loudly tell their kids ‘this is what happens when you don’t do well at school’, forgetting that half of the kids in supermarkets and fast food places are part time and likely to be studying when they aren’t working..

The women saying these things haven’t worked since they dropped the sprogs and lived off hubby’s income for years as a ‘full-time mum’ (full time apart from the coffee mornings and lunch with other gin enthusiasts), or the bloke saying it is usually in an unglamourous profession himself, perhaps he is a gopher in a builder’s yard or glorified delivery boy.

There’s the people who blow tens of thousands on three week trips to Lanzarote and a new Discovery to ferry the kids to school, then 3 months late go crying to the grandmother for a ‘loan’ because they’re reduced to living on – shock horror – sausages, mince and beans!

Then you have the cunts who have to be seen going to every local event, be it the Festival of Speed, Glorious Goodwood, or the Shoreham airshow (duck!) or any local music festival/ outdoor gig. They can’t just enjoy it, and make sure there are countless photos of them at events all over Fuckbook and ‘ the ‘gram’, usually looking like a cunt.

You also get the ‘eternal student’, who may not have worked at all for years and claimed loans and benefits, but they have a MA in International Relations three years earlier which they’re looking to supplement with either courses in unrelated fields and that makes them better than somebody earning >£60,000 in a trade: they didn’t go to university.

it doesn’t matter that these peopke are in their thirties and can’t afford to run a car ; therir mummy will run them to the train station.

Finally, It’s the aforementioned cunts in minor traffic altercations who think you should know who they are, or who their husband is.

For me, they open themselves up to further humiliation.

‘Some sort of cunt, i imagine’.

Wiki Link.

Nominated by : Cuntamus Prime