You are having a laugh.
”Justin Welby: church should have asked more questions about ex-Post Office boss.”
Fuck me, this is the organisation that has covered up child abuse and fuck knows what else getting mealy mouthed over an obnoxious tart who allegedly persecuted postal employees. They will accept anyfucker into the ranks of the deluded as long as they keep their mouth shut.
More virtue signalling from an over privileged useless cunt. Living in a palace.
Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble.
Everything is interrelated, everything plays a part in getting us where they need us to be; sick, compliant, servient, fearfull, weak, powerless, brainwashed, obedient, transhuman slaves.
Viruses, racial conflict, mass shootings, gender psyops, food shortages, vaccines, 5G, geoengineering, all of it is by design in order to get us a step closer to their ultimate goals.
Their agenda is so anti-human, anti-nature and anti-life that in order to get us there, they need to destroy our health, our will, our faith, our power and everything in our lives that has a positive impact: family, spirituality, human connection, unity, creativity and love. They must destroy all the things that make life worth living, because those are the things we will fight for.
That is why they divide us, they make us fight, they distract us, they brainwash us, and they indoctrinate us to think that wrong is right and right is wrong.
They confuse young people about their gender, they convince women killing their unborn child is a right, they call parents terrorists and terrorists democrats, they elevate people whose only achievement is to parade a fake butt, they promote pedophilia, they distribute crack pipes instead of helping addicts into rehab, they send arms to Nazis but won’t let you own a gun to defend yourself, they want you eating insects and won’t let you grow your own food, they stigmatise alternative medicine and promote Big Pharma’s drugs that never cure but make you a customer for life and they make you think we are weak, powerless beings in need of their protection when nothing could be further from the truth.
Nominated by Simmy Javile link by Jeezum Priest.
This is real, this is clown world so get honking guys ‘n gals.
This outfit, that oversees a group of major hospitals, one of which is a children’s hospital has proudly announced male ‘Chest milk’ to be no different to female and perfectly safe for feeding infants. Despite the fact that the drug used to induce lactation in males (yes, you heard that bit right) has not been intended to be used for this purpose by the manufacturers due to the fact that it can cause heart issues in newborns.
Let’s feed it to newborns then.
Despite the fact that a male is not a female and never will be in a natural world with the myriad mental ‘elf isshoos suffered by these mentalist, twisted fucks who insist on pronoun psychosis and flip out if not recognised for what they think they are.
What kind of rainbow fuckery are our health institutions turning to in the name of diversity
The link given here also contains a link to the Telegraph article but that is behind a paywall, nevertheless, enough retardation is evident for cunters to get the sorry gist of the matter.
Read it and weep.
Nominated by: Pooter
And seconded by: Balsamic Dave
There’s an excellent article in the Spectator today about this (albeit again behind a paywall) – pointing out that none of this is actually borne out by science, and, worse, the drug used to induce male lactation, Domperidone, has not been established as safe – and is in fact not licensed in America because it is linked to causing heart problems.
So basically these bastards are putting the rights of a deranged pervert to feed babies potentially life-threatening poison over the right of a baby to a basic guarantee of nutritional safety. Unkle T needs to set the oven to full blast.
And then there’s this from Cuntamus Prime
A cunting for the bungling incompetence of University Hospitals Sussex NHS trust for not keeping their records up to date, with no record of my last visit to a hospital department, no record of any clinical decisions made, no scan results on my file, and an afternoon wasted, a consultant i’d never met embarrassed by not having anything to refer back to. Now a new appointment must be organised and clinical letters found from within the ‘system’, or typed up six months after the event.
However this failure is not a new development, but the latest in a series, as the same trust bungled my biopsy back in September. I’d informed the department i was on medication that might affect the procedure but it never reached the consultant due to carry it out.
Family and their friends have also experienced similar mishaps since Covid. The art of communicating clinically important information seems unimportant to the slobs posing as medical secretaries, receptionists and pen-pushers and paper shufflers whose job it is to keep the ‘system’ updated.
That’s when they aren’t getting those systems confused: two different systems for blood testing in the same trust, for example.
To quote John Hurt in Contact, ‘first rule of government spending; why have just the one when you can have two for twice the price’.
These NHS bureaucrats and apparatchiks are too busy being gobshites on Facecunt, trying to convince themselves that working for the ‘NHS family’ makes them as important as a consultant, liking everything they can related to their Trust on LinkedIn – ‘Losers Reunited -slurping overpriced coffee and ingesting acres of flapjack and chocolate brownie. Four-eyed, moon-faced lanyard wearing sacks of biowaste who should deposit themselves in the nearest yellow wheelie bin and get pushed to the incinerator.
What a load of rancid shit.
So okay, let me reach out to all you fellow cunters. I know that in the grand scheme of things, it’s a trivial cunting at the end of the day. But like, the use of the term ‘bombshell’ boils my piss, and I so mean literally boils my piss dude.
For example, ‘Prince Harry’s “bombshell” memoir. Or Prince Andrew’s ‘bombshell’ interview. Oh hang on; that interview wasn’t a ‘bombshell’, it was a ‘car crash’ (or a ‘dumpster fire’, for the benefit of our American friends).
One of these days you’re going to pick up your copy of ‘The Metro’ to see the headline ‘Knee’s “Bombshell” Fury’ splashed across the front page. Or maybe they’ll go for ‘ Pensioner Grandad Ron’s “Bombshell” Shock’ , to add a bit of personal interest. It’ll be a ‘bombshell’ outrage either way.
Anyhow, I’m really offended, and think that THEY should apologise; step up to the plate, know what I mean? I’m going to get a gin and tonic, see if I can’t chillax a bit.
Nominated by: Ron Knee
Now then chaps a challenging wank bank picture for you this morning. C.A.
Piles. Chalfonts. Farmers. Plymouths. Nurembergs. are cunts.
Around five years ago, I had a nasty bout of gastroenteritis in Eastern Europe. I ended up blowing my back doors out and giving myself a robust case of piles.
It turns out they didn’t drop off, so I’ve ended up with a ringpiece that resembles the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
Anyway, I’ve finally surrendered to years of constant itchy arse, suppositories and weapons-grade Roid Raider cream. Next month, The good ol’ NHS will be cutting the spiteful little cunts off.
However, I’m fucking terrified. I have an embarrassingly low pain threshold, and a pal of mine who had his farmers lopped off said it was like sitting on a hornet’s next for about a month after.
The only benefit I can see here is a liquid diet after the op for a fortnight as I am a bit fat. The GP didn’t find it funny when I suggested a “Farmhouse Cider Cleanse” to really flush my system.
Have any of you fellow cunters suffered with the dreaded Arse Grapes of Wrath or even had them off?
Let me know.
Nominated by Cuntis_cuntis.