We head North of the Border where the jocks are strapping and the women toothless, to a group of leftie loonies called “This Is Rigged” complain about the cost of living, and rising prices, by wasting food, by pouring it on a bust of Queen Victoria, before scrawling an obscenity on the bust:
No doubt the stupid fuckers will be voting for Labour, even though Kweer is really Tory Lite.
We are not amused.
Nominated by W.C.Boggs.
Google the Met Office for a weather forecast and what comes up? ‘Weather & Climate Change’ of course, so you know exactly where these cunts are coming from. For years now they’ve been selectively reporting data to ‘prove’ the Climate Crisis (eg from airport runways), whilst ignoring data that disproves it.
But lo and behold, it transpires that even their carefully chosen figures are a load of bollocks. These clowns report rises in temperature of hundredths of a degree when 78% of their weather stations give temperatures with a margin of error of at least 2C. A third are only accurate to plus or minus 5 degrees, for fucks sake. This gives them ‘junk’ or ‘near junk’ status according to the World Meteorological Office. In short, most of the Met Office’s temperature reports are completely unreliable.
Rather than fixing this lamentable state of affairs they continue to use worthless data to push their climate dogma. I suppose it rather explains why the useless cunts can’t even predict tomorrow’s weather with any degree of accuracy.
Nominated by: Geordie Twatt
Inspired by this pearler or should that be curler, it got me thinking about the lack of shame and the unapologetic couldn’t give a fuck attitude of some people in the country. Like most things over recent decades, standards have fallen.
I’m not going to sugarcoat it and say Britain has always been polite and well-mannered etc but at least the country had standards and societal norms that the vast majority of people understood and adhered to.
Its more so the little things that you notice. Slobby cunts dropping their kids off to school in their onesies, eating smelly food on public transport, talking on the phone loudly, dropping litter, pushing in front of a queue, bikes on pavements…honestly I could probably write a fucking book.
The point is this behaviour has become tolerated and normalised with no hint of shame or guilt often seen as some kind of badge of honour to be celebrated on Tik Twat by the likes of the ghetto walrus above.
Maybe she was dialling the speaking plop.
Nominated: Liberal Liquidator
(We do have a scheduled nom regarding modern society in general. But can we focus on this nom with regards the scumbags, losers and chavs here. Thanks – Day Admin)
The giving out of awards to people, businesses and services for just doing what the are suppose to be doing.
The link in this nom is a prime example of the school sports day concept whereby everyone gets a medal for just taking part so they don’t feel a bit upset or inadequate. This has now manifested itself into the workplace, presumably because those kids who all got medals at school are now running stuff in the real world.
Now forgive me, but surely isn’t the most BASIC standard of service you should expect from the medical profession is “high-quality care” I mean, no one looks at Trustpilot before going into hospital for an operation and thinks ‘hmmm, my hospitals only rated a 3 star, but I will take a chance and rate it myself should I actually survive this operation’ and then in doing so, placing a review stating ‘well, I didn’t expect it looking at the previous reviews, but I ended up with some high quality care’
No one says ‘I’m going to this hospital because I really want some really shit, low standard of care‘ of course not, but in this country now, you get awards for doing what you should be doing, and those that aren’t providing high quality care aren’t investigated as to why not.
Bollocks
Nominated by: Chuff Chugger
We’ve all come across them, in fact they’ve been given names.
Karen’s or Kevin’s.
They go out of their way to be offended.
Starbucks: You didn’t spell my name correctly. Skreeee!
That’s my seat ( in the pub)
I NEED a mother and toddler place, because I don’t want my car scratched!
I’m a single Mum, so I need your seat ( on the bus, no child, elderly or handicapped seat).
I could go on, countless examples. A couple of these happened to me, but an ‘ accidental rap on the ankle with my lead weighted, anti-twat/thug walking stick.
Nominated by Jeezum Priest.