The Narrative of Dressing up Terrorism Figures

”Police are arresting twice as many white terror suspects as those of Asian ethnicity in Britain as the number of far-right investigations grow, new figures show”

And:-

”The number of white people arrested also rose in the year to 101 people – twice the number of Asian suspects (49) arrested.”

This according to the Independent.

So where are the atrocities? The dead and the maimed?
Could it be that daft fuckers dressing up as the SS in the woods are an easy target compared to arresting the 1000s of Asian cunts who do mean to kill and maim? Are these cunts justifying their existence while they practice the usual excuses for the next Muslim attack.
If we were comparing like with like then there should have been twice as many ‘white’ terrorist outrages as Muslim.
Can anyone smell horseshit?

Independent News Link

Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Weary Acceptance

(Warning: Moose Alert – Day Admin)
(Jeepers creepers! Is that a photo from that Avatar movie from a few years back? – NA)

Whilst watching the idiot box with the beautiful and fragrant Mrs Cunter the other night, this pile of shite came on once again.

YouTube Link

For those not wanting to view the link it is the perfume advert where a dozen or so of the most horrendous women you could ever imagine tell you that they are ‘perfect’.

I asked Mrs Cunter how the advert made her feel.

I said, “You can make the effort to keep in shape and you always have done. You have always looked after your hair and your teeth and been careful about what you eat, so how do you feel about these fuck ugly women telling the world that they are perfect?”

She thought about it for a while and said that she couldn’t give a fuck.

Weary acceptance.

When I was a young man I was actively involved in sport at a national level.
Not just a six pack, I had an eight pack, was devilishly good looking and had absolutely no problem with pulling the fittest girls.

I was a fanny rat, a minge hound if you will.

If I were to have seen a group of ugly, overweight, balding men with rotten teeth who thought that they were perfect, I would have made it quite clear that no they are fucking not.

But now we seem to have accepted the wierd as normal.

We accept The Gays holding hands and kissing in the streets.
We accept their obscene ‘Pride’ marches.

We accept the lunatic men who put on a frock and a wig.
The new acceptance is to call them ‘she’ and ‘her’, even when it is abundantly clear that they are not female.

We now allow this shit to escalate and unless we abandon our weary acceptance who knows where it will stop.

There is a nutter who lives somewhere near the parade of bars and restaurants close to where I live.

He is one of the most unconvincing transsexuals that you would ever see.

We watch him trying to walk in his huge, high heeled shoes, wearing his mini skirt and crop top along with his badly fitting, cheap wig.

He is English.

He will settle himself into a corner of a bar terrace and spend an hour or so trying unsuccessfully to look demure whilst sipping a glass of wine.
He will then lurch off in the direction that he came.

The bar owners and waiting staff have wearily accepted this nut case.

But on one occasion it was raining and there was a kid’s birthday party going on.
Everyone, including the nutter were inside the bar.
The bar owner told the wierdo that he had to leave.
He told him that he was upsetting the children.

There was no acceptance from the bar owner.
It was a leave, or I will throw you out.

That made me question myself.

Being one of the few people that use the bars and who speaks English, I should have confronted this lunatic years ago.
It should have been me that should have told him that he looked and acted ridiculously and was not welcome.

But I was victim to weary acceptance too.

Nominated by: The Artful Cunter

Carol Singers (Allegedly)


Well it didn’t take long did it!

As soon as November becomes December and all of a sudden there’s a knock on the door and a couple of lines of “Away in a Manger”, followed by the doorbell ringing, and then 2 lines of “Silent Night” and another knock on the door.

Inevitably we didn’t bother answering, although I did fear the so-called singers might turn from carol singers to trick-or-treaters and key the car!

Anyway they fucked off, only to return the following night, and then again tonight they were back with exactly the same routine.

Neighbours had the same issues. And it turns out these cunts are actually “Travellers” who dropped by in downtown Ravenglass. Them and about 6 caravans pitched in a farmer’s field doing what “Travellers” do!

One suspects these singers were “probably” scoping homes while pretending to sing, and if the house was empty they would “probably” break in and help themselves to some Christmas festivities!

We don’t normally get carol singers up these parts anyway, other than those organised by the local village church. But I recall when I lived in Brum that we’d get cunts doing the same routine as these “Travellers” and expecting a fiver for their 30 second efforts!

What they really need is not so much a Silent Night, but a swift loud kick in the knackers!

Merry Christmas (assuming I’m still allowed to say that!)

Nominated by: Technocunt

History Perverted Again

I posted a moan recently about woke historical revision – based on a film about Mary Queen of Scots surrounded by duskies and bumboys – but I have been equally annoyed by a Netflix series called “The Last Czars” in which the characters talk as if the Russian Revolution happened last week instead of over a century ago.

The script was obviously written by a software and OKed on a zoom session by people who don´t think authentic dialogue is important even in a historical film.

The Czarina moans about “lies and spin” in the newspapers over her relationship with the randy mad monk Rasputin.

Prince Yussupov, who was behind Rasputin´s murder, is portrayed as a precious, cravat-wearing nancy boy and when an Orthodox bishop warns Rasputin that they need to be “on the same page” Rasputin responds by saying, “Hear me with some fucking respect. Get the fuck off me” and then nuts him.

Rasputin, who appears to have shagged every woman in Siberia and the rest of Russia, talks with a Coronation Street accent saying things like “Let God´s luv enter ye” before deflowering a virgin.

Other Shakespearian lines include, “You need to treat the Czar as your divine leader, not as your cash register.”

The film is a semi-documentary punctuated by academic ”experts” who look as if they should still be in short trousers and gym slips.

Give me “Doctor Zhivago”, “Lara´s Theme” and Julie Christie in her pristine beauty any day although I would rather she had not shared her dacha and duvet with Osama Bin Sharif.

Netflix Link

Nominated by: Mr Polly

Resilience, or lack of it

As if there were ever any doubt that this country is running permanently ‘hot’ here’s a few examples of how the incredible lack of spare capacity, or even good old fashioned ‘contingency planning’ has nearly brought us to the glorified status of Zimbabwe.

1. Storm Arwen.
It beggars belief that there are citizens STILL without an electricity supply, two weeks – TWO WEEKS- after the event. As ever the army were mobilised far too late. See also 2. below

2. Petrol shortages
It’s all gone quiet again now but how the fuck did the mere rumour of fuel shortages cause such unnecessary disarray?

3. Carbon Dioxide
St Greta constantly berates the planet for frying in the stuff, but it turns out the country’s entire food processing industry relies upon just 2-3 Fertiliser factories Oop North…… who produce CO2 as a biproduct. They threaten to shut due to high energy costs, result, chaos.

4. Heating gas
Apparently the whole U.K. only has capacity to store less than a weeks LPG compared to 50-60 days common on the continent. WTF?!!

This isn’t Covid or Brexit. The simple lack of foresight and basic contingency planning beggars belief. Does anybody running this shitshow even know where the next one will come from? Here’s one for 2030….. insufficient power cable capacity to cope with the shift to electric cars etc.

Nominated by: Isaac Hunt