So The Prince of Darkness manifests itself again at this Christmastide, the time of Good Cheer or Winter Solstice if you are of that older and profoundly Pagan persuasion. Necromancer on high of Blairite New Labour, truly it is said of the ignoble Lord that the Undead never die, they only smell that way. Take up your garlands of garlic, sprinkle salt in every corner of your rooms, cross your fingers against the Daemons and be ready to smite them when they do be preoccupied in acts of buggery as is their wont.

Against all common sense Starmer (as is his wont) has appointed this perfidious jasper to the most important diplomatic post in the World, that of Ambassador to the USA where of late things have not be going too well Special Relationship wise. Mainly due to a string of knocking comments made by Arch Europhile Mandy and his cronies against the man who never forgives or forgets a grudge and EU hater, President Elect Trump. It would take a judgement of Solomon for Trump to overlook the active campaigning by seconded Labour activists against him widely across America – and Trump ain’t no Solomon. Happily the Democrats seemingly took their advice and Biden/Harris were roundly defeated.

Time for a grovelling reset and what our American friends call a lube job (Mandy’s speciality) do you think? Well no, respected steady pair of hands and practised smoother of Trump feathers Ambassador Karen Pierce is given the heave ho and replaced by Mandy without it seems running the appointment past the old America hands at the Foreign Office and last but not least the Yanks themselves.

Lord Mandy is fanatically pro EU, pro China and a mate of late US embarrassment Jeffrey Epstein. Not exactly hand in hand with the Donald then.

“Chris La Civita, who was a co-campaign manager for Trump’s presidential election bid, criticised the British government’s decision saying it was replacing a “professional universally respected ambo [ambassador] with an absolute moron”. (BBC News)

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Nominated by Sir Limply Stoke.

I’m nominating a peaceful by the name of Khalid Baqa for a proper halal cunting.

This arsehole, a convicted terrorist, has taken offence to the name of a pub called The Saracen’s Head Inn. His complaint is “While walking through the area I was shocked and deeply offended by what I saw. I saw pub signage depicting a brown-skinned bearded Arab/Turk male with a turban and captioned The Saracen’s Head.”. He goes on “This instilled worry and fear in me since it was clearly xenophobic, racist and inciting violence to certain people.” Well this sounds exactly like the religion of peace, so what is this hypocrite’s problem?

If this cunt doesn’t like Western culture and values, he can fuck off to one of the Third World Islamic shitholes where he can crouch down with his nose an inch away from another Parking Stanley’s smelly feet during prayers at one of the local terrorist clubs.

Taking a look at the picture in the Telegraph article, I have to ask: why do so many of these terrorist types have beards the colour of an exploding backpack?

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Nominated by Hard Brexit Cunt.

South Yorkshire Police are more than likely cunts for a number of reasons but this youtube video got my attention

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What would appear to happen in video if homeowners narrative is correct is a gang of police turn up at a house, end up speaking to owner who is on holiday through doorbell who tells them the person they are looking for is not his son as they claimed nor is it the correct address. The gang of police then decide to cover their faces and smash their way in anyway then refuse to pay damages.

I would predict this is not the end of this for the homeowner as they make kebab and piggy based comments in the video so rather than getting long drawn out compensation they are more likely to get done for hurty words.

Nominated by the Cunt of Peeblesshire.

Yet again the Kenneth Williams of politics, motherfucker Wesley Streeting is trying to anoint himself the new Prime Minister – God help us all. The limp-wristed, gurning, mincing fruit flavoured heap of mother love can see that Daddy Keir is failing badly, and he just can’t resist sticking his powdered nose into everything. The latest piece of Wes wisdom is that we should have gone to war over Syria in 2013 – 2 years before the little poofter was even an M.P. This is priceless – the armchair General holding forth, when we all know he has spent his whole life in soft jobs, never getting his delicate little hands dirty, his limp little wrists armed only with a lightweight pen. . If he wants to hold forth on matters military it might be better if he had seen service himself, like Dan Jarvis. As it is, it seems the little queen spends most of his spare time propping up bars and spreading himself like Kerrygold on hot toast.

It seems – as if we couldn’t guess – that he is a great favourite of two of New Labour’s oldest queens. Anthony and Mandy.

Is it too late for Wessy to do his bit? – join up, perhaps with the Queens Regiment and take the colours (brown and yellow in his case)

As it is, however we face the ghastly prospect of Kweer being followed by even more kweer. – a limp-wristed war minded little bender.

We have, for far too long, tried to involve ourselves in other people’s fights. Stick your nose into a brannigan and you’ll get it punched. Enough already. Most armchair Generals are just good for a laugh, but as far as I know this is the first time the general was made up to the nines and wearing lipstick.

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Nominated by W C Boggs.