BBC [69] – The Tim Westwood Years


Nomination: The BBC (again, sorry).

They knew.

The fucking BBC knew…

The Times Link.

Just like they knew about Savile. And just like they knew about all the other sex cases working for them. Bet they know about all the sex cases still working for them.

I have never knowingly seen or heard Tim Westwood on the television or radio although I have read the opinions of other contributors to the award-winning website ISAC. Anyone who likes ‘rap’ and ‘hip-hop’ was probably a cunt before he started helping himself to underage black girls.

The thing that really bugs me about the BBC, Hollywood tosspots, Twittermongs and the Establishment in general is their smug sense of their own superiority and moral rectitude. But time and time again these utter bastards have been exposed as covering up, or actively participating in, the worse behaviour imaginable.

Time to consign the entire organisation to Unkle Terry’s oven and then napalm the oven. We can buy Terry a new oven from the vast pension pot of the scumcunts who work at the fucking Beeb.

I don’t like them.

Nominated by: Emperor of East Anglia

Posted in BBC

Supermarket Shoppers (3)

I propose the death penalty for selfish cunts who putting supermarket baskets in the stack without unfolding the fucking handles.

Included in the prospective long death row are the brain-dead morons who put their baskets on top without moving the lower one’s handles and generally not unfolding their handles, so the whole fucking lot tips over, because no cunt has unfolded said handles.

This is further compounded by singularly selfish wankstains who are too fucking lazy who leave an item of shopping they decided they didn’t want, in said basket.

Lastly (for now) are those unspeakable fucksticks, who just dump their baskets, full or empty, absolutely anywhere, for us to trip over.and break our fucking necks.

There is a rich being toine on the subjects of utter, utter CUNTS, at supermarkets, sadly mainly the thick-as-pigshit customers, the worst being some bloated female asteroid, snot-hanger-nose-ring, covered in 5 acres of tattoos, greasy blonde or coloured hair, wearing a tight, tee-shirt that would cover an aircraft hangar but the rolls of underlying adipose tissue makes it look like a Michelin man, tracksuit trousers that struggle to contain an arse the size of Yorkshire with a set of thoughts that could crush your skull like a walnut.

Oh yes, and ALWAYS with a couple of sproggs in tow clearly growing prototypes for the asteroid of Ceres called a mother, stuffing their faces with unpaid for food, “coz they’re hungry”,

Fucking hell, I’m having trouble not writing even more… However, today I’ll settle for the death-penalty, no appeal, for the supermarket basket cunts.

That is my Fatwa for the day, delivered from the pulpit of the Al-Aqsaminster Kharpet mosque (Quito) Inc.

Nominated by: Sheikh_Anvakh

Rugby Football Union (RFU) & Luther Burrell


Here we go again.

”RFU will open investigation into racism at Newcastle Falcons after Luther Burrell claims”

Another ex player, and the ‘ex’ is significant, suddenly claims racism in his sport.

”Burrell, who won 15 caps for England between 2014 and 2016, gave an interview to The Mail on Sunday last month in which he claimed that racism was “rife” in rugby union and that he had been called a “n—–” and a “slave” by teammates.”

Funny how none of this was an issue 8 years ago. Is it compo setting in? Revenge for being dropped?
Fuck me when I played colour was the least of your problems. Abuse was constant and god help you if you were ginger.
He should look warily at the oily little parking stanley who tried to destroy Yorkshire cricket and see what a glittering career he now has.

Guardian Link.

Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Professional Critics

What makes the opinion of a professional critic any more valid than that of an ordinary punter?

Everyone is entitled to an opinion (although in this day and age it has to be the “right” opinion). Therefore if Mr and Mrs Mop went to the local cinema, watched the 9 hour epic “Lord of the Arseholes” and was then asked for their opinion, is a “It was utter shite” just as valid as that of some high-brow cunt (that Mark Kermode twat springs to mind) who gets paid big bucks and is fawned over by similar luvvies the world over just to say the exact opposite but written in a far more hoity-toity, arty-farty way!

Back in the 70s I used to watch the BBC’s “Film 75” (or whatever year the show was relevant too), with that snug git, Barry “And why not!” Norman. Back then as a kid I thought his opinion was the be-all-and-end-all purely because he’s on the idiot box and therefore must know what he’s talking about.

But then over the intervening decades you find other po-faced, snug-cunt critics covering different cultural arenas such as the arts (Melvin Bragg), the theatre (Quentin Letts), music (John Amis, Simon Reynolds), house and garden (Laurence Roderick Bowen), motors (Clarkson) and of course food (Ramsey and A.A. Gill) to name but a few. But in essence they’re all just giving opinions that are no more valid than that of Joe Public.

Must be a nice “job” though. Watching films (in the posh areas of cinemas and not mixing it with the riff-raff and their bloody phones); or at some exclusive celeb-only restaurant stuffing your face on expensive nosh and complaining if the fork isn’t quite 5mm away from the plate; or driving around in top-of-the-range cars and having a whinge that the AC button is a bit too small to press.

But these cunts also expect VIP treatment, a few backhanders for favourable reviews (allegedly) and the expectation of keeping the items they’ve reviewed for free!

Of course with the advent of social media we now have a new breed of critic, the Influencer, mostly found on Instagram. These guys are mostly ordinary people who have somehow garnered a huge following of “fans”.

What they do is “review” or endorse a product on their social media page. The product could be as basic as a kitchen toaster right up to a 10 day stay in a posh hotel. If they have a significant following (say running into the 100s of 1000s or more) then they do wield a lot of influence, especially for hotels and the like, many of whom run the risk of a bad review (genuine or otherwise) if they don’t play ball with the whims off the Influencer.

Not only do these lucky cunts get to keep the product but also receive a small commission. But in essence they’re no different to professional critics – getting paid (handsomely on occasion) just for an opinion.

Well here’s my opinion: you’re all a bunch of cunts!
1 star out of 10. Fuck off!

Nominated by: Technocunt

 

Transformer Activists vs Sharron Davies


How the fuck can we let this happen?

”Former Olympian Sharron Davies has revealed she is close to bankruptcy following her comments about the participation of transgender athletes in women’s sport.
The British swimmer has been vocal about being against trans athletes competing against cisgendered women in the past, stating they have an unfair advantage.
Her stance has resulted in heavy backlash and she is now struggling to find work after her agents dropped her and charities have refused to work with her.”

A tiny minority of deviant nutters seem to hold sway over mainstream opinion. She has stated the bleeding obvious yet the craven cunts that represent her have caved in. As fucking usual. These cunts wont be happy until they have destroyed women’s sport. Unfortunately she doesnt have the resources of JK Rowling to tell the cunts to fuck off.

We should be fucking ashamed.

MSN Link.

Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble