Apparently, Gordon Brown now considers himself to be an ‘ex-politician’.
So why are you still drawing an MP’s salary, Gordon?
Is it because you’re a greedy cunt?
Nominated by: Dioclese
Foodbank users
Michael Gove thinks that people use foodbanks because they can’t handle their own finances. What a cunt. He genuinely thinks people do that?
No, Mr Gove. People use foodbanks because they’re free handouts and it’s cheaper than spending their dole and benefit money down at Tesco.
Fuck ’em. Let ’em starve.
Bring back the workhouse. Those were the days!
Nominated by: Dioclese
Ralph Miliband
Sorry, Ed, but there’s no doubt about it.
Your Dad WAS a cunt.
Nominated by: Danb
Stalinist unions
Bugger me butler. Back in the seventies again driving me mustard yellow Maxi without a seat belt. Suddenly up pop the old commie cunt undead. Old commie cunts never die – they just smell that way. The Unite Stalinist stooges twitch in to life again to march to another epic fuckup. Grangemouth. You taste death just by saying it, like Paschendale or Stalingrad.
Whilst in the depths classic commie corruption knots and genders. These cunts spend their lives cheating, lieing and conniving in solidarity with the working class while covertly promoting their own expenses, pensions, wives and boyfriends at the expense of the poor punters that pay their dues.
So what about Unite, the union that has released this Cold War virus?
Led by Red Len McCuntsky of Liverpool Militant Tendency fame. Used its block vote to elect Ed Minicunt for the grateful sons of toil. Embroiled in vote rigging allegations in favour of McCuntsky’s close friend Carrie Murphy over the parliamentary seat of Falkirk near Grangemouth. In the mix a cunt name of Jimmy Dean (thought he died in a car crash in Hollywood). This Rebel Without a Cock was head union apparatchic at the Grangemouth plant (resigned) and is chairman of Falkirk Labour Party. Sweetness and light.
Corrupt commie cunts.
Nominated by : Sir Limply Stoke
Charles Philip Arthur George Windsor
C’mon you lot, show some respect. The Prince of Cunts becomes an old age pensioner and there’s not a peep from you. Let me remind you that this man is THE cuntologists’ wet dream, and the debt we owe him can never be repaid.
Son of a Greek immigrant, Charlie is too thick to know he’s thick and yet he has elevated cuntitude to an art form. He has trumped his father’s one brain cell by having none. He has developed his speech impediment so well that only his tomato plants can understand a word he says (which is a blessing). He would have us all back as mediaeval peasants living wattle and daub hovels and on a diet of free-range turnips. He even genuinely thinks that his ginger son is the product of his own loins, when the young cunt is the spit of his real father. But, finally, would anyone but a 24 carat, cunt want to crawl over the drop-dead gorgeous Diana to poke horse-faced Camilla? I rest my case.
The cunt reckons that being the king over us plebs is like being in prison. Well, Charlie, why don’t you fuck off to a real prison? Instead of raking in £19 million a year from taxpayers and assorted peasants, you would only cost £40,000; a saving of £18,960,000 a fucking year.
Nominated by: Bolton Boy