Bourrel, a 27 year old Canadian, is mother to a 4 year old daughter. Except, the cnut states that now she isn’t.

Bourrel claims that since the age of 2 the child has wanted to transition to a boy so that she could “look like daddy” (preferable I suppose to taking after her heffalump mother – see pictures within link). Therefore she is now bringing her daughter up as a male following a gender reveal at a pride parade in Vancouver. As good a way as any to get her fat face in the paper I suppose.

Who amongst us has any memories of what we were thinking at the age of 2 never mind knowing the difference between the sexes? I suspect more milk is required with the morning rusks would be the limit of my thoughts (or perhaps damn, I’ve sh!t myself again and am in for another good hiding off whichever of my big sisters was tasked with the clean up job).

Methinks the mother probably wanted a son and is simply pushing her daughter to be something that she isn’t. As if that isn’t enough the child’s father, granny and preschool appear to be in on the charade.

I know that Canada is renowned for being “progressive” but for me this takes things too far. The kid is simply a tomboy, nothing more than that. Don’t tell her she’s a boy when she isn’t. Left to her own devices she may well turn into a girly girl when the raging hormones of puberty come a calling whereas The Lord alone knows what damage mentally the mothers trendy idiocy will bring.

Daily Mail News Link

Nominated by: Dickie Dribbler

A “Whoops-duckie-aren’t-I-important- shovel-the-makeup-on-dear cunting please for TV and radio’s favourite Old Mother Shipton of doom, Martin Lewis.

We all know life is tough and getting tougher, but do we really need his outpourings of sweaty doom-mongering every day:

BBC News Link

I am sure the media are combining to frighten people into THINKING bills will be much higher than they turn out to be, by picking a figure out of the air, just as they did with Covid death figures, to scare people shitless.

Like most people, I am concerned, so much so that I am thinking of making the spouse go out to work (does anyone need a barrage balloon in the South East?), but old poofy Martin huffing and puffing will do nothing good, except boost his own feelings of self-aggrandisement, and omniscience.

Interestingly his anti-government rhetoric seems to have had no effect on Rachel Reeves, Motormouth Rayner, or Dame Kweer – but perhaps he is still lying in High Gaitskill’s coffin.

Nominated by : W.C. Boggs

No, I’m not talking about the Cuntstable’s private hardcore CofE porn stash. Instead I am talking about some rather disgusting habits and personal hygiene issues I have witnessed in the public domain over the last few days and weeks.

Yesterday, for example, I had to rough it on a bus due to a train cancellation. The bus was packed with a right assortment of old and young, locals and tourists, quiet people and gobby cunts. Some of them blatantly ignored the “no eating” signs plastered all over the interior of the bus, while others tried to sneak smoking a spliff behind a magazine, stinking the place out something quite sickly.

But worst of all involved a girl, probably in her late teens, sitting directly in front of me, listening to music on her tinny headphones and gawping at her phone while digging for gold up her left nostril.

Her index finger was buried up to the first joint as it rooted around looking for whatever it was that was bothering her. And because I was sitting behind her and to the left, I had a “good/bad” view of what as going on right up to the point of her removing said digit adorned with a glistening ball of slimy snot. Which she then wiped on something or other below my line of vision. But she wasn’t finished there because up went the finger again looking for dessert. And sure enough it retrieved a few snotty morsels, which again was wiped away (probably on the bus seat)

Another issue I have about travelling on public transport is how some people have never heard of personal hygiene and body odour. Standing in a cramped carriage on a train journey to Carlisle last month meant having to whiff the greasy unwashed dandruff-ridden hair of some young emo cunt, who again was staring at his phone. And then there was some fat Humpty-Dumpty-wannabe standing roughly 10ft further up the aisle, but I could smell his vile BO from that distance! I really can’t describe the aroma but it was like someone opening a festering wheelie bin that hadn’t been emptied in weeks!

Then there’s the silent hit-and-run phantom farter! Moves into position on the seat next to you, jiggles his/her arse a bit to one side, drops a depth charge and then fucks off, leaving the collateral damage behind so that the victims point accusing fingers (and noses) at you!

The (in)famous idiom “The Great Unwashed” has never been so apt when it comes to encountering some right disgusting cunts in the public domain!

Nominated by: Technocunt

and supported by: arfurbrain

Good nom Techno. I’m afraid the problem is that some people literally know no better.

I spent my working life on the road and I couldn’t begin to count the times I have followed vehicles where empty packets, fast food cartons and even glass bottles have been casually thrown overboard.

Sometimes it’s struck me that this behaviour is going on in cars way out of my price range.

How often when walking round the shops have you seen adults give their brats sweets and then watch unmoved, as the brats unwrap the sweets and toss the wrapper aside?

As for the personal hygiene thing, maybe there was some small excuse when the tin bath hung on the coal house door and Saturday evenings main task was heating enough water for a bath but I’m sure very few live in such conditions nowadays and the number of people who smell like a blocked drain far exceeds that.

The third Thursday in August, and, on cue, the BBC and print media, celebrate the GCSE Results by showing numerous pictures of jubilant girls, often POCs, but not this year (that’s waaycist!), screeching, screaming and hugging each other.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/live/education-62550119

It is a sexist cliche’ – boys also pass exams – even white ones – yet you rarely see or hear of them, unless they are terribly posh lads with names like Quentin or Tristram, on their way to Oxbridge.

My son, years ago, went to an all-boys school, and no local newspaper, let alone a national, and certainly not BBC cameras were there to record exam results day.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

Serena Williams – Game, Set and Cunt.

Serena Williams; trailblazer, role model, social justice activist, sometime tennis player and mother has decided to finally hang up her jockstrap and retire after the U.S Open later this month. But like Clare Balding caught in the ladies locker room, she ain’t going quietly. In self-aggrandizing essay written in Vogue, Williams explains her decision.

“Believe me, I never wanted to have to choose between tennis and a family. I don’t think its fair. If I were a guy (ahem), I wouldn’t be writing this because I’d be out there playing and winning while my wife was doing the physical labour of expanding our family”

Vogue Link.

Yes, that old cunt, biology. Its funny because I thought ‘women’ and ‘motherhood’ were social constructs designed to oppress women according to the Left, except it seems when there is some self-pitying victimhood to shoehorn in.

Being a former world No1, being fawned over by an arse kissing sycophantic media for twenty years and constant demands for adulation now reduced to being beaten week in week out by young women half your age can’t be good for her monstrous ego and narcissism.

We shouldn’t be surprised, she has been a total piss boiling diva since day one, black empowered wimminz fighting for recognition in a white dominated sport, fighting the patriarchy for equal prize money for doing half the work and recently the fact she is a ‘working’ mother. With a $100m in prize money and 23 slams she and any other female player for that matter would still lose in straight sets to any journeyman male tennis player in the top 100.

I suppose retirement won’t mean she will fuck off from our TV screens, I fully expect to see her at next years Wimbledon in one of their diverse studio panels fighting for attention amongst the rest of the box tickers.

In a packed field of runners and riders, she really is a sports cunt of our times.

Nominated by: Liberal Liquidator