I’m not a bleeding heart lefty liberal snowflake buttercup

I don’t need a fucking ‘safe space’ and I don’t get outraged on behalf of others by everything I fucking read.

I’m not vegan and I don’t believe there’s 568 fucking genders. I don’t think people with different views should be banned from expressing views or debating at universities. If the liberal left want to be taken seriously then YOU need to sort all this shit out.

I am however a human being. I’m nothing special and neither is any other cunt. We’re all the same, a virus on earth destroying everything we touch. We’re literally scum but, all scum together, there’s no hierarchical system of scum. No scum is superior.

I can’t stand the world we are living in though. I can’t read an article without becoming incensed, not faux outrage, like being angry on behalf of some fat bastard who’s face is spunked accross a tabloid front page because he’s “offended” at being asked if he wantd a fucking grande coffee in Starbucks instead whatever a fucking small one is.

Im talking seriously fucked off, real 100% outrage. I’m insulted that people think Donald Trump is an alright guy because they haven’t got a basic grasp of history, or can’t be arsed watching the news and learning about the fucking world around them.

I’m annoyed that you can’t punch a racist cunt of a Nazi, and that instead you’re expected to engage these backwards, knuckle dragging, spunk buckets into a debate instead.

How can you engage with someone who thinks they’re better than someone else based ethnicity or beliefs in 2017? How can you argue with stupid cunts who call lies post truths and alternative facts?

I’m all for hearing people out and debating things I believe in, but if you’re a Trump supporter I’m fucking done with you.

I’ve listened to idiots tell me that when he’s President “he’ll have no real power and everything will have to go through Congress”. Bollocks, in his short time as leader he’s already angered the natives, divided the country, tried to ban Muslims, ruined health care, raised serious questions about Russia and given up on the environment.

Brexit negotiations is all you fucking talk about!

Not that I’m complaining, but the Conservatives have fucked themselves more than a 70’s teenager who’s just found the underwear section of his mam’s catalogue.

All they talk about is fucking Brexit negotiations, which is strange, because the tories usually have the utter stupidity and ignorance of the British public nailed, like fucking Kim Kardashian for fame.

‘The majority’. The cunts you’re trying to appeal to, don’t fucking care about negotiations. They forgot about fucking Brexit the day after they voted to fuck the country like an ex PM’s pig.

This will backfire like a fucking Lada on a hill. You have you nothing, fuck all. Just insults, slogans and Brexit.

Here. I’ll fucking sum your campaign up in a few lines for anyone who doesn’t want to fall into a coma trying to watch your ‘debates’

Corbyn is a terrorist.
Strong and stable.
Coalition of chaos.
Will of the people.
Frustrate the negotiations.

Sean Spicer asks to stand further away from the fan that Trump keeps flinging shit at

Shit Melissa McCarthy impersonator and Presidential bull shit deflector, Sean Spicer, has reportedly asked President Trump if he can distance himself from The White House.

An anonymous source said that the tiny Castrato pleaded with the President ‘like a hoe for crack’ not to face anymore press after his latest controversial decision.

He reportedly said; “I can’t take this anymore Donny. They’re like wolves waiting to tear me apart. I can’t defend the indefensible no more. I can’t do it.”

Mr. Trump is alleged to have responded; “This is going to be a walk in the park compared to when I tell them about dementia tax. Theresa has some incredible ideas.  Amazing. Magnificent.”


Theresa May refuses to attend the General Election

After appointing Home Secretary, Amber Rudd, to take flack from ‘the most left wing audience since a Stalin rally’ – Daily Mail, in the last leaders debate.

The Supreme Commander of the Strong and Stable Great State of Little England, Treesa May, has ruled out appearing in the upcoming General Election, stating;

“People don’t need to see my strong and stable form during the Election, as they have done countless times in my strong and stable debates at PMQ’s.”

“My time would be better spent being strong and stable elsewhere, campaigning for strength and stability against a coalition of chaos lead by a naked, IRA loving Jeremy Corbyn.”

Rumours have already started circulating around Westminster about who Mrs. May will appoint to stand in for her, with Boris Johnson as odds on favourite closely followed by the corpse of Margaret Thatcher.

What the fuck are you doing now you half witted shit Biff?

I thought I’d fucking finished with you after the failed Muslim ban and your media black out of science. Who’s advising you? A fucking superstitious 14th century Monk slash wizard? 

You’re thicker than a yanks thigh, you fucking jaundice, geriatric cunt.  How the fuck did you win? Did you promise everyone free food and guns? 

Ruining everyone’s health care is one thing but what have you got against fucking polar bears and great grand kids?

It’s not fucking ‘fake news’ Donny. It’s decades of research carefully carried out by experts. No, not the type of experts who used to advise you on how to evade tax, fucking scientists like the ones you banned from talking to the press.

I know it’s all about the art of the fucking deal with you but at what cost?  This is the fucking planet we’re talking about, not stock. Your country is the second biggest pollutant in the world. It chucks out more harmful gasses than you on the shitter. 

For Christ’s sake, even China are signed up to this deal and they eat fucking Fido. 

You’re an embarrassment, a saggy faced, loose chinned twat nadger, a fucking tiny wandering handed, toupéd toss pot. If you had a brain you’d be fucking dangerous you ginger, piss guzzling, pussy grabbing gob shite. 

You’re a toxic, alt-human, thin skinned groper. A gold obsessed, miniature hand waving  philanderer, and a Mexican hating, Putin rimming, cretin rousing, pussy alarmer. 

Fuck you, you wall building, bile filled, truth skewer.


What the fuck are you playing at Tiny Tim?

You can’t win a cunt off with that bewigged Toby Jug. Andrew Neil is Prince of Pricks, Tsar of Twats, fucking King Cunt.  What were you thinking? 

You’ve just shat all over the tiny percentage of moderate tory votes you’ve been collecting like fucking stamps for the last year.

I don’t usually bother Tuckering Lib Dems. It’s like shooting cunts in a barrel, or watching fucking Eurovision.  It’s a massive waste of time and it just makes me angry.

Seriously though, I don’t get it. What was the strategy there? Talking over Andrew Neil is like arguing with The Terminator. It can’t be bargained with. It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop… ever.

No one is going to vote for a fucking Jack Russell on coke. You left on such a high yesterday with your little Bake Off quip. You were cute as a button. Bless you. But you’ve just thrown it all away like a fucking tory promise the day after an election win.

Why are you voting Conservative? Serious question.

I mean, you’d have to be a fucking blind spunk headed degenerate to back those policies wouldn’t you? You’d need to be a terminally ignorant lobotomised Jack to buy those fucking beans.

Seriously though, this is an open forum. Convince me! I’m happy to sift through your basic black and white infantile musings, like a tramp looking for his lost gold tooth in dog shit, whilst dodging your regurgitated soundbites like May avoiding fucking debate requests.

Is it the fucking four corn flakes for breakfast promise for the kiddies? How are you going to spin that one for me? “It’s Treesa tryna fight childhood obesity innit.”

Maybe it’s the steal your inheritance promise? Oh yeah, sorry I forgot! You work in fucking Argos now but it’s only a stop gap until you’re the CEO of Barclays, because you’re going to work really hard and get on. You won’t need your mam’s house will you? You’ll have fucking 10 by then. And no terrorist sympathiser is going to tax you an extra grand when you’re earning 80.

And don’t pretend that you give a fuck about Brexit either. You’re just glad we’re out. As far as you’re concerned it’s job done. Who gives a shit how worse off we’ll all be, at least we’ll make our own rules in our ever nearing dystopia, devoid of fucking human rights.

Maybe it’s their record? You know, the clusterfuck of borrowing whilst spending fuck all, like that one mate who gets twatted on a night out with a fiver but comes back with twenty quid.

Or maybe it’s doubling homelessness? Starving the poor people or driving the disabled to suicide?

Why the fuck would you vote for these greedy self serving parasitic psychopaths? Please tell me. I want to understand the mind of fucking idiot.

Paul Nutall give up the ghost man

I saw you on that debate, thumbing your invisible fucking power detenator, like a coked up Eddie Hitler who’s just found a bottle of meths. 

What is the point of UKIP? Apart from to become increasingly racist like a pissed up Sun reader on a tram. You’ve done your job, the clues in the fucking name; UK Independence Party.

We’re independent now, alone in a world of manicial despots like Kim Jong Un, President Duterte and fucking Theresa May.

Like an embarrassing one night stand, you’ve served your purpose.  So wash the cum out of your hair, wipe your mascara off, phone a taxi and fuck off.

Yes you’ve fucked us, yes it was exciting but now we can’t look you in the eye anymore. The people who voted out weren’t keen on how Europe is managed, but you keep going on about  fucking Burkas, like a grandad after his 6th can of Skol.

You’re done. Finished. The tories used you like like a dead pig at a millionaires party. Go on. Stand down, it’s just embarrassing you lingering around here, like the smell of piss on the back seat of a town centre taxi at 4am.


Working class tories prove that propaganda works

I’ve written in depth before about the amount of fucking poor porn on the box, you know, the shite that really gets your blood boiling and your veins sticking out like someone from Kensington who’s inadvertently stumbled into an Aldi.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, watch Channel 5 at literally any time of the day.

There’ll be some cocky fucking fat twat who’s one Tunnocks away from a fucking heart attack, crying that she can’t keep her fucking swarm of screaming gobshites in Coca Cola and KFC, on the mere 2 grand more a year than you earn actually fucking working for a living.

You’ll want to smash the fuck out of your tele. That’s what this shit is designed to do, and guess what? It fucking works.

Shit like this is why we have working class tories. Turkeys literally voting for Christmas.

People think if they rent a nice flat, have a fucking Nissan on HP and a 42″ plasma from Littlewoods, that they’re somehow middle class and should vote in the same way.

Get a fucking grip! You’re one Brexit triggered redundancy away from the fucking dole queue you stupid bastards.

The welfare state is flawed yes. People take the piss more than Bernard Manning in a mosque, but it’s just a tiny percentage.

It’s a fucking safety net. People need it from time to time, like the 500,000 public sector workers that Britain breaking bacon pumper sacked off after deciding he was in charge.

If you’re voting Conservative because “them scroungers have sky and a big telly” then you seriously need to evaluate you’re decision and read another paper other than The Sun and watch another channel, other than 5.

I can recommend a video The Guardian posted yesterday, about a disabled woman crawling around her poorly designed house with no wheel chair access.

She has to pay for her meds now and guess what? She can’t fucking afford them, so she goes without.


She lives off fucking milk for Christ’s sake, in Britain in 2017. She’s not the only one and if you vote for more of that you’re a fucking cunt. I don’t care what class you are.



Oh you’ve had a haircut?

Peter Sutcliffe also had a nice affro in the 80’s, and with hindsight he probably thinks he probably made a few bad decisions too. In fact I bet even that cunt would hold his hands up and admit he was fucking wrong.

And whilst we’re at it, what the fuck were you playing at last week? Can your expenses not stretch to a fucking calculator, for fuck sake? I bet even Jeremy has a fucking abacus lying around somewhere.

Don’t you think Labour are going to find it hard enough to fight as it is without you mumbling bollocks live on air? You were less prepared for that than a fucking Jehovas Witness knocking on the door of ISIS, you fucking bowl cutted bull shitter.

You may as well walk around with a fucking placard that says ‘Vote Labour, we’re as good with money as a smack head who’s found a purse’

Get your fucking act together you fucking tiny eyed human sphere. Patronising the fuck out of someone doesn’t make you right, just ask Theressa.

You’re like a shit substitute teacher who always covers RE because you know the sum total of fuck all and can’t control the class, you fucking condescending snake voiced slow warbler.

If you can’t be arsed actually knowing the fucking policy you’re discussing then revert to the tory way, repeat the same bullshit phrase over and over again or just evade the fucking question, it’s as fucking simple as you, you fucking lobotomised hyper cunt.