Jonathan Powell

(Buy One Cunt Get Another Cunt Free – Day Admin)

A special new year gift of a pair of trousers with a hole in each knee, please, for Blairite arse-licker Jonathan Powell, the frizzy haired old queen who used to be the press front man for the Duchess of Sedgefield.

Now that we have “Sir Anthony” so many of his old muckers have crawled back, blinking in the limelight and Powell is not to be outdone.

He feels that Brexit has endangered the so-called “Northern Ireland Peace Accord”. Needless to say 2 newspapers have taken up the old maid’s “fears” one is the Independent – the rich man’s Daily Mirror and the other, of course, and inevitably, is Lord Adonis’s favourite lavatory paper, The Guardian. I give you the latter, because at least they don’t claim to be “independent”:

Guardian News Link

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

Pineapples

Cunts who buy Pineapples.

I don’t mind a little bit of pineapple in tinned fruit cocktail but some Cunts apparently eat it with gammon…how fucking revolting, an egg is the only thing that goes with gammon certainly not fruit…nobody would have beef and strawberry or chicken and raspberry, so why the fuck have gammon and pineapple?…

As for the drug addict/ Council Estate types who spend their benefits on a “pizza “with pineapple..well,nthey should be sterilised and confined to their dreadful bedsits before being gassed by Rentokill.

Anyone who buys a whole pineapple is probably a rampaging Gay who stuffs it up his arse before getting in his pink hairdresser’s jeep and driving too quickly repeatedly over speed-bumps while listening to the music of The Communards.

Nominated by: Dick Foxchaser-Fiddler

(Clearly you’re suffering from PTSD – Pineapple Traumatic Stress Disorder – Day Admin)

Lord Ahmed of Rotherham (2) – Convicted Peado

Lord Ahmed ( Lord my arse, kid dy fiddle ing scum ). Some time ago I alluded that this Cunt was involved in the P. Aki grooming s scandal in Rotherham.

Well according to the link he is now officially a kid sex offender. Labour peer of the realm, makes me sick Cunt.

Pander to evil and it will take you over. He’s liebour are cunts the political establishment are cunts South Yorkshire police are useless cunts. Boy I could go on and on.

Ahmed you are a fucking CUNT

BBC News Link

Nominated by: Everyonesacunt

and supported by John morlar

“Ex Lord” Ahmed has been found guilty of historical kiddy fiddling from the 70’s.

Ann Cryer labour MP for Kiethly for many years raised the issue of par ki’s abusing white children with drugs and sexual exploitation, she was ignored by all the labour/ Tory twats on power, mustn’t upset the ethnics. Wacist…!

She was in fact told to shut the fuck up…The scale of this ethnic rape-abuse of white British children by sex starved Asians has never and will never be properly investigated.

There will be a token gesture with a few of them going to clink and that will be the end of it.. GB is now well and truly FUCKED. I hope the liberal lefty twats can keep their offspring safe, one day the ethnics will come for THEM….☠️

Guardian News Link

No Time To Die (the new Bond movie)

SPOILER ALERT (in case you haven’t seen it and plan to).

I love a good Bond flick, me. Pretty much everything Ian Fleming wrote has already been used for the movies, so I accept screen writers need to come up with original plots, villains, gadgets, etc. while still using the main character, James Bond 007, as the vehicle to tell the story.

However, what makes a Bond film different from a regular spy/action movie is the tried and true Bond formula. In a nutshell, a proper Bond movie has these characteristics:

– Bond walking across the screen to the Bond music, he suddenly turns and fires a single shot towards the camera, blood trickles down and we’re off!
– Opening action sequence featuring Bond up to no good, being discovered by baddies, a hot pursuit unfolds with Bond killing a bunch of them and escaping in some crafty way;
– Opening titles with a memorable song;
– Bond shows up at MI6 and gets his mission from M, usually with a bit of cheeky banter;
– A visit to the eccentric and professorial Q for some new gadgets;
– Multiple stop offs in exotic locations complete with seduction of beautiful women from whom he extracts information;
– Lots of action (fire fights, fist fights, car chases, etc.) coupled with amazing stunts;
– Bond gets captured and brought before the big villain;
– Big villain explains exactly how their dastardly plan will prevail and sets in motion Bond’s demise;
– Bond escapes, foils the dastardly plot, snags a beautiful woman and lives to fight another day;
– Closing credits;

That’s what the Bond audience expects from a Bond movie. Did we get that this time around? Did we fuck!

– We got the single shot to camera and trickling blood, but then we’re shoved into a 24 minute opening (non-action) sequence spoken in fucking French between mother and child that doesn’t even feature Bond at all! No explanation, no context and utterly confusing. I actually thought I’d put the wrong disc in the player.

– After 24 minutes we finally get the opening titles. Graphically OK, but oh my fucking christ what am I hearing? Bond themes should be special and memorable. In the past we’ve had classics from the likes of Shirley Bassey, Rita Coolidge, Carly Simon, Lulu and Paul McCartney and Wings (and I say that as someone who absolutely hates McCartney).

The last few Bond themes though have been absolute shite. Adele (Skyfall) and Sam Smith (Spectre) both utterly dreadful and instantly forgettable. However, the bar has been lowered even further this time around with an absolute dirge of vocal diarrhea from that green haired talentless slag, Billie Eilish.

I’d avoided assaulting my ears with her output thus far, but was caught off guard when she/it started warbling over the open credits. It sounds like she was off her face on drugs. The fact this piece of aural cak is associated with Bond is a tragedy.

Moving on…
– Bond doesn’t even work for MI6 anymore. He’s retired. Then he’s hired by the CIA to grab a scientist also wanted by MI6. In an attempt to grab the scientist before the CIA does, MI6 sends in the new 007 – a black woman. No, I’m not making this up.

– As the very convoluted story unfolds and unfolds and unfolds (it’s 168 minutes long), we find out the spotty teenager Q has The Gayness (how lovely and utterly pointless to the plot), the story is actually a continuation of the previous movie Spectre, the big villain from that movie dies, Bond’s main CIA contact (Felix) dies.

– Bond now has a daughter by some blonde tart who did/didn’t/did/didn’t betray him and just when you didn’t think it could get any worse, Bond saves the day on some remote island just as Royal Navy cruise missiles rain down and kill him. That’s right – they’ve killed James Bond. FFS!

Things are wrapped up with a toast to the dead Bond in M’s office and the blonde tart is seen driving away with Bond’s daughter in his Aston. The End.

What a load of old cunt.

A very funny piss take of the stupid plot and moronic direction can be enjoyed here:

YouTube Link

Nominated by: Imitation Yank

 

Wood Pigeons


These cunts are trying to take over the world. They’ll still be around when mankind has wiped itself out.

They shag each other all year round, but who has ever seen a wood pigeon nest or, young?

They seem to propagate in secret, then sit on top of your chimney screaming croo croooooo croo croo-croo down into the fireplace all day just to drive you insane.

First to the bird table, the uncultured bastards with no table manners scatter bread all over the place. Last year I outsmarted them by buying meal worms for the song birds that stay in Britain all winter, which they didn’t like. This year they’re eating them anyway just to piss me off.

One of the smartarses got a bit too cocky though, whilst laughing at me through the window, a sparrow hawk had him.

I can however recommend several of them baked, with mashed spuds and mushroom stuffing. Get the boot in first before they develop a taste for human flesh.

Nominated by: Duke of Cuntshire