Now I may be accused of being cynical but I’m just wondering if Mo is trying to head something off by announcing that he was trafficked to the UK as a kid.

Apparently Mo is not his real name and the woman he came here with is not his mother . He hasn’t seen his family since then.

This all may well be true. However, Mo is a cheeky little tinker and despite being an also ran in his event until he was by its standards, an OAP and overwhelmingly statistically unlikely to improve, managed to become literally unbeatable for about a decade.

All of this happened at the same time as going to train with a coach known to dope athletes .

Mo is also deaf in that he doesn’t hear the doorbell when drug testers come and has a poor memory, conveniently forgetting about carnitine injections when asked and then remembering them about 10 minutes later.

Even the drug testers wrote on his file that he was “likely doping” but hey do the Mobot and everyone will like you.

You utterly fake cunt.

I’d imagine today’s attempt at a sob story is to stop Priti Patel sending him to Rwanda as part of her bid for the Tory leadership.

Perhaps Mo needs to answer this question?

What do people traffickers get out of trafficking an 8 year old on his own when said 8 year old is then not put to work etc etc

Seems a shit business model to me and I’d imagine chunks of the truth have been left out. Just another illegal, who should not really be here.

Cunt

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Nominated by: Cunt of the Litter

Lord Scunthorpe isn’t too pleased with Mo either…

Mo Farah, real name Hussein Abdi Kanin.

I always knew from the beginning that there was something dodgy about this cunt. With that set of Oral something luminescent teeth.

Trafficked her to work as a “servant,” he states. His dad died, but then he didn’t!? Now because he’s a ‘sir,’ & he’s a sports legend, he ain’t going to be deported.

He must have originally came over from “war torn Calais,” I guess, some years back. If that had been me, I would have kept quiet, & just ‘shut the fuck up!’

But not Mohammed Fuckwit! Another cunt to add to our “British Sports People,” because we obviously can’t make our own, any more.

Fuglyucker isn’t much of a fan either…

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So welcome to our latest illegal immigrant Mo fucking Farrah, so this fucker has kept shtum all these years about being an illegal immigrant, he has benefitted from pretending to be British long enough to make a career out of running even managing to represent the UK and dodge allegedly allot the doping tests that should have been carried out on him.

So if he isn’t British does he give back the winnings and medals, does the UK get accused of cheating, can we just magic in an athlete from anywhere when we want to win, isn’t this lying Pepperammi looking mother fucker a Sir as well, does he give back the knighthood.

Anyone would think he, s been saving these nuggets of information so he can sell books about his struggles when he retires….. Oh well dip me in chocolate, he has retired and is about to release a book and hopefully make a few million out of that, is he then going to fuck off back to Isshittistan? , is he fuck, will he get deported? Will he fuck, will he pay back any money from false winnings? fuck no.

So welcome to our new lying, cheating cunt, whatever your real name is, you are just in time to run for priminister after the other lying, cheating cunt fucks off…..

With added support from Cuntfinder General

May I add this link, to Fuglyucker’s fine nomination:

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Farah-a cheat and a liar?

Why are we all expected to own a mobile phone these days? More and more companies are refusing to accept landline numbers when they take your details. The first time it happened to me was when I visited a coronavirus test centre. Their system couldn’t take my phone number because it wasn’t a mobile.

The latest company to do this is Ebay. I found I couldn’t sign in and had no idea why. After days of trying to talk to their ‘chat’ people and getting nowhere, I was eventually informed that members now needed to have a mobile number in order to receive texts about security alerts. What security alerts? I asked. And why couldn’t they send me an email? I didn’t get an answer.

I’ve been a member for eleven years and suddenly they cut me off without warning. I’m not going to go out and buy another phone just so that I can sell items on Ebay. I’ve had the same number for twenty years, and an answering machine, and I’ve no use for a mobile phone. I don’t feel the need to keep one glued to my ear because I feel lonely when I walk down the street.

Someone needs to start a ‘Save The Landline’ campaign before it’s too late.

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Nominated by: Allan

Doomed. Doomed I tell thee.
We are all going to die on Monday. Don’t say you haven’t been warned. Every media outlet the same. Doomed.

Stay indoors. In a bath of iced water. Breathe through a tube. If you have an outside toilet (in say, New Mills) wear a hijab when going for a crap. Old cunters say goodbye to your loved ones now before it’s too late.

Swim to work. Drink 20L of water an hour. Doomed.

(How the fuck we managed in Seffrica, fuck knows.)

You have been warned. Everyfuckingwhere.

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Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble

(I suppose it will be blamed on CC even though it is the middle of Summer! – Day Admin)

And then there’s this from Bertram Cuntatious DCO

I’d like an emergency cunting for the current weather.

A projected 40C in Doncaster is too fucking much. I’m off for a week on holiday and am stuck in the fucking house Monday and Tuesday as I’ll render down if I go out in that.

Can’t walk anywhere, can’t go for a nice ride on the Vespa, can’t sit in the garden, can’t even fucking breathe properly. Fuck off and give me some northern rain yer cunt.

Boris remorse is a cunt.

People were calling for his head and basically crucified him and now I’m hearing “bring back Boris” and he “wasn’t that bad”

Look, he was a lying fat cunt who couldn’t tell the truth if it did a dance in front of him. He used this inability to tell the truth to protect crooks and thieves and make some of the worst decisions I have ever seen.

He’s fiddled around the edges while inflation has shot up, he became obsessed with being some kind of dollar store Churchill by poncing around in the fucking Ukraine while we pay £4.50 for a pack of coconut macaroons.

His wife is a horse faced power hungry trollop who dictated policy on all things woke and green by tugging on his cock.

He watched while billions were handed to crooks during the scamdemic and he delivered the worst Brexit possible.

All in all, fuck off Boris….you won the election by campaigning on the right but in power you “governed” on the left if you did anything at all that is.

Rishi, Keir and all the other nobodies can eat shit and die too…cunts.

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Nominated by: Spanky Mc Spank

Every respect and sympathy for the late Deborah James and family but she has proved that grinning like a ninny does not save you from cancer.

There is nothing sexy about cancer. Also alliteration eg Shite Sister, Poo Pussy, Crap Cutie, Arse Angel etc does not achieve remission. Ringing a fucking bell to celebrate a remission from cancer only makes the other punters in the cancer ward feel worse.

Doctors turning up in clown costume is a dead giveaway that some poor punter on the ward will soon be be brown bread.

Terminal Cancer Ward sponsored by bakers LLP? The Hovis Ward. Laugh off the suffering? Never say die attitude? Bugger that. In my humble opinion misery and morphine is the way to go washed down by a decent Single Malt or three (on the NHS).

Back in the 70s checked in to hospital for an operation on me rampant piles. My quack had trained at the old Westminster Hospital (a then prestigious hospital that did both NHS and private work) and judged it appropriate to my status and dignity so he referred me there.

The hospital was also a specialist cancer treatment centre and while there I met various cancer patients who were paying for treatment to jump waiting lists and have the wonder surgeon of their choice. Not cheap but they got a private room but had to slum it with the rest of us to watch telly in the lounge, use the library, have a shower or use a flush khazi.

Anyway to cut a long story this chap, very well spoken executive type and quite out of his depth was admitted overnight for mouth cancer treatment. Quite embarrassed to be thought queue jumping – his Company Insurance was paying for it – so naturally took him under my wing a bit. But bugger me what a carry on – he got wheeled off for radiation treatment twice a day with some kind of Hannibal Lector device stuck in his mouth to wedge it open and was fed through tubes. On top of that had chemo pumped into his veins through a catheter.

Did my best to keep his spirits up but it was clear he was a goner. Told him straight, no point in beating about the bush. The crude radiation treatment (remember this was the ‘70s and it is not much better now) turned his mouth and chin boiled lobster red while the chemo turned the rest of his body zombie grey. In addition he could not hold any food down and existed on liquids.

Recommended him to jack it in and spend the insurance money on a nice booze cruise and some oral with a fat skank. Live longer with some pleasure. He had come in not looking too bad but three days of nuclear physics and toxic chemicals did for him.

By the time he left the poor cunt’s teeth were getting ready to drop out and I heard later that he had more sessions of treatment at the Westminster and died there in his private room hopped up on morphine after about three months.

We hear that Bowel Babe’s story has panicked the Great British Public into seeking bowel checks (a camera up the arse) on the already overburdened NHS. Have seen many acquaintances and relations mown down by the Grim Reaper as one of the penalties of a long life and my advice to cunters is to Cunt It Out.

Only the good die young. Go kicking and screaming and plant your boot in the gonads of the Grim Reaper when fetched for your journey into that dark night.

Welcome to God Doctor and the superiority of Cancer Surgeons. Know them well. My Nazi side of the family have been in that line of work for generations, some doing general surgery, some doing more lucrative face and boob jobs. Even they are scared of the Cancer Surgeon.

Takes a certain type of demonic Nazi narcissist to do it. Nazis and “Their life in your hands surgery.” What a combo. Only bitterness makes you better. Find your own Dr Harold Shipman. Think about that line. You know it makes sense.

To quote that pansy piss artist Dylan Thomas:

“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light”.

And remember – give Dr Reaper a sharp kick in the bollocks on your way out.

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Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke