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Just drag me through the streets, letting random cunts take fucking potshots at me until there's nothing discernably human left. Fuck it - that's what's happened in life, so give it a bit of symetry why don't you?

You know what - don't bother

Face it, telly advertising is a smorgasbord of cuntery-fuck at the best of times Throw in Christmas and the social zeitgeist meaning you have to shoehorn in some notionally oppressed group, for fear of being excommunicated from Planet fucking Now and we really are exploring the new tenth circle of Hell currently.

Pathetic. Fail for spelling. Fail-with-public-opprobrium for poverty of imagination. Don't even try harder. A fucking Paramecium has a better chance of excreting something more worthwhile

More sink estate musings from the Corner's Tub-Thumping political gumby. The NHS is the fourth (?) biggest employer in the Western World. It's clearly a shame that, notwithstanding its £140bn p.a. budget, the NHS failed to prepare for the predictable and predicted increase in admissions as winter approaches. Nevertheless, until this year, it had never occurred to me the state had the power to stop my sister's small business from operating simply because that might make it easier for one of its services to function. What disdain the government must have for us! And what a dreadful precedent to set. That small businesses can be shut down and put at risk to compensate for management issues in public organisations for which we have no responsibility.! The NHS, born in the 1940s, and 'free at the point of use' has developed into a black hole, a bottomless pit. No matter how much money is thrown at it, it will never be enough, and like all 'free' things, its users abuse it. For example, one only has to look at the millions that evaporate into thin air through missed appointments to confirm it. The whole edifice requires dismantling and reassembling in a wholly different form. The true problem being that such is its sacred status in the National psyche, that there is currently no political party with the balls to propose a reform as part of their manifesto. 70% success rate against a disease which doesn't affect 99-plus percent of the population? Oh just bring it the fuck on! We've seen the direction of travel on this - vaccination compliance is going to be the passport with which The State allows you to function - so whatever is the cheapest that enables me to get into Cheltenham, White Hart Lane and Hammersmith Odeon

It's like 'Spoilt Bastard' in Viz made sentient. Kids (apparently) going to throw the motherlode of all wobblies if they don't get precisely the correct console on which to play 'Snuff The Whores in the Dystopian Future (Suffolk Version)'! Parents acquiescing to this madness instead of clipping the little cunts round the ear and giving them a small orange and a bag of balloons and telling them to be bloody grateful! We're going to hell in a (Super Mario) handcart, I tell thee.

Tears well with pride at my CC comrades jumping on this one already. The neutering of our language and our art, in favour of other peoples idea of notional 'good taste' is beyond pathetic. I hope anyone offended by this piece of artistic brilliance gets bummed to death by a faggot after being attacked with used needles by an old slut on junk.

Tony McCoy Champion jump Jockey every year he was a professional (20) in a sport where broken bones and soft-muscle injuries are part and parcel of the game - all achieved at about 2 stones below his natural weight. Total refusal to be beaten, allied to incredible horsemanship, strength and willingness to travel anywhere in the country and overseas for a winner

Or for Punkers the very real prospect of Man United 1 - Man City also 1

Oh and The Traffic Cones Hotline.....will no one remember The Traffic Cones Hotline!!!

Yeah -and even then they'd complain if they snagged their nipsys on a pumpkin seed, the pampered cunts

Plod were probably on a 'Safe Kneeling' course

Well I've never heard it called THAT before!

These overindulged cunts are at it again, hijacking Armistice Day at the Cenotaph to push activist politics (I'd show you the You Tube clip but IT at CC Towers won't allow me to, so I'm paging Cuntybaws to help out a pal) No arrests of course - Plod were probably too busy checking facemasks at Sainsburys - but imagine if say a Mr Robinson had appeared on the scene, offering a wreath from Britain's football fans; he would have been intercepted at Toddington Services and be up before the beak at 9.00 tomorrow after another night in Pokey

Twelve hoursthis nom's been up and yet no sign of Punkers to strike down upon the with great vengeance Is he in the cooler?

Welcome to the world of impotent hyperbole. The left has already thrown Rogets at the world - the hardback, unabridged version - and the world has dusted itself down and gone 'is that it?' See, rhetorical overkill blows up in your face and oratorical crying wolf destroys your credibility. Language inflation has the same effect as the monetary kind: your words grow rapidly worthless

Symptomatic of the advertising industry's obsession with 'Planet fucking Now' Some cunt sets up a twitter hashtag 'murderallarsewitted advertising creativesright now' and the soppy sods will have an advert out reflecting this trend before daybreak. Never mind 'does this reflect reality'.? Never mind that the majority of sussed / cyical viewers are going 'what the fuck is this shit?' - just as long as a bunch of 'progressive', titty-beards in Shoreditch coffee houses are wanking themselves blind, that's all that counts.

Sorry to come all over Cuntybaws (ooooh Matron!) but ......'Lorry Driver's' what? Yorkie bars? Transport cafes? Exaggerated sense of entitlement? Membership of the Central Lane Owners Club?

Oh - a Hawkwind B-side basically then?

If it's AIDS-related it's generally a segue from '(so-and-so)....died after a short-illness' Dead (ha!) giveaway, that is.

Did you lose your sense of taste (that you never had, at least in the widest sense) and smell (I'd read the reports of a god-awful reek round Costessy, but I put it down to the sugar beet factories - never occured it could be early-stage necrosis of your good self). Have a 'like' for that return-to-form putdown of Punkers back there, you irredeemable cunt.

Is it 'La Chevreuil' or 'Le Chevreuil' Masculine or Feminine? Just in case you want to fuck it instead of eat it?

Whilst not quite in the 'hang em and flog em' camp of my esteemed colleagues (seepostings passim), the inevitable candlelit vigils and positive hashtags may serve a psychologically beneficial purpose for children, but we should be beyond that. Fighting Islamists does not involve being even more liberal and tolerant and 'diverse'. Fighting them (as far as the UK is concerned - I'm not across the precise details of what the Frenceh Security Services are doing at present) means interning the 3500 who are currently on a watch list, isolating Wahabbiist, and other radical Muslim prisoners in jails to prevent them from radicalising others, making clear to the wider community that their taboos and shibboleths are not ours - I'd love it if on one day EVERY mass media outlet in the country showed those cartoons of the prophet Mohammed, purely to test British Muslims adherance to the notion that secular law trumps religious fervour in our country - and if they want to follow their faith that strictly, there are plenty of other countries they might feel more at home in ... oh, and selective deportation. The kind of liberalism and the concept of 'human rights' that has developed in the UK and all across the West is not decency. It is a form of insanity, partly instigated by people who hate their own culture, history and people.

I never said he was. You have to be careful throwing accusations around though on flimsy, contested, or uncontestable evidence (thus my mentioning Beech). Also I'd have thoughtbolstering your position by quoting an agent of state oppression like a bitter pig here. wouldn't have sat well with a tub-thumping member of the proletariat like yourself Legally of course you're in the clear and morally, well, since when has that ever concerned this group?

Yeah I mean you could always get Carl Beech in as your star witness. Better still, wait until some high profile but (crucially) old cunt carks it, then go after them, their family and (again, crucially) their estte because, who knows, you might win or at least get a good out of court settlement and the dead can't sue for libel, so you could have a fucking field day.