Nominations, Please, For Cunts Of The Year Awards

Surely Have To Be Serious Contenders?


Now we are well past the half way marker, I think we should start to consider nominating potential prizewinners for our "Cunts Of The Year 2011" awards.

There are an infinite number of categories to nominate, for example Piers Morgan might possibly find himself nominated in a number of categories such as "Smug Cunt Of The Year" or "Lying Cunt Of The Year" - but it is a target-rich field in so many categories.

Please indicate which category you are choosing for your candidate or candidates - you can vote early and often! - and some rationale for your choice or choices would help us in selecting the winners.

Don't be shy - there are LOADS of cunts out there all desperate to get an award, so let's be generous and spread the appreciation we all have for these cunts as wide as possible.

The Penguin

How Much Water Do You Want In Your Bacon?

Frankly, I much prefer my bacon without added water, that way I can fry it rather than boil it in a frying-pan.

So the idea of making it illegal to have any more than 5% water or else having to call it "Bacon with added Water" strikes me as being a step in the right direction.


Cue squeals of rubbish from the British Rip-Off Consortium. "Customers won't like it, it won't be all wet and white-flecked and slimy. They are too stupid to care that we shove 15% or even 22% of added water in to bulk it up and make it weigh more so they pay loads more money for less real bacon, we've been doing this for so long they don'y know any better and won't appreciate it without all that water!"

Cunts.


The Penguin

Still Plenty Of Shit To Go Round

I watched the "Dispatches" programme about how Dirty Rupe corrupted the government and the police. It is pretty obvious that this scandal still has plenty of life in it, and there are plenty of targets to throw the shit at.

Wonderful to see how well some of these creeps are being made to look like the scum they are - Andy Heyman, Yates No Longer Of The Yard, Lord Useless Macdonald. Lord Spineless Goldsmith, Snotgobbler McBruin, Phony Bliar....

More popcorn, please!


The Penguin

Consulting His Lawyers, I Hope

If I were Berky The Squeaker, nominally in charge of the trough-circus known as Parliament, I would be expecting to hear very soon from top legal eagles representing an old age pensioner who was physically attacked whilst attending an official Parliamentary committee meeting on the Parliamentary estate, in full view of live television cameras.

Probably on a conditional fee basis.

Out of court settlement and gagging order, naturally.

The Penguin

Room At The Top

The Titans Of The Past Share Some Smug Smirks

Oh dear, seems there's such a dearth of decent candidates that the Met have been forced to promote Cressida Dickhead, famous for her bungled management of the police operation that killed an innocent electrician thought to be guilty of having a bit of a suntan.

If only they still had Ali Dizaei to call upon. Or his mate Tariq Guffaw...

The Penguin

Best Show On Earth

As the revelations of collusion and corruption and desperate over-chumminess between the politicians, the press, and the police continue to unravel in a blaze of publicity, trashing reputations and showing all involved to be less than fit to hold any public office or position of influence, it occurs to me that this is probably the Greatest Show On Earth.

Pass the popcorn!

The Penguin

My Revenge, By James Gordon Brown

"Fellow Parliamentarians, I have come down from my mountain retreat to slay the wicked evil dragon that is the Murdoch Empire. I was prevented from doing this while I was in government because I was desperate for their support for my fuckwitted schemes such as selling all the gold as cheaply as possible and wrecking other peoples' pensions.

I was forced to crawl and suck their nasty rancid cocks because they wielded such power and influence and had made a right mockery of the Welsh windbag, and I knew I was an even more obvious target, what with my nose-picking and the issue with the nappies and the rocking-horse. So I invited a raft of evil journalists to the funeral of my poor dead baby, and when that evil hag with the red hair called to discuss running a story about my son having even less spine than I have I wept tears of rage and fury at my cowardice. So I went along to the wicked witch's wedding and invited her and the wife and daughter of the Evil Emperor over for a pyjama party with my wife at Chequers. But all the time I was trying to resist their complete domination of the media.

It was only the advice of my senior civil servants and a whole raft of colleagues in government that stopped me from setting up a full public inquiry, lead by some old tosser like Lord Hutton of Whitewash, to enquire into rumours that Hugh Grant was overheard ordering a take-away chinese meal. They were even more afraid than I was, and so it came to nothing.

But after the Sun turned on me, ruining my conference triumph and supporting the old Etonian flash git, I decided that I had nothing to lose, other than the election, and so I started keeping a record of all the nasty things that they said about me. And I can tell you, here today in this place of power and privilege, that they said lots of nasty things. I would have sued them for libel, but they were all true.

Which is why I am glad that they are currently in the shit and I am able at last to say that I don't really like them."

From Hansard -ish!

The Penguin

Why Are So Many Journalists Such Pond-Life?

Why is it that so many journalists are such moral-free zones?

It's not just the "Tabloid Scum" it's the fucking disgusting hypocrites at the so-called "intellectual" progressive (???) broadshits such as the deluded Polly Twatbee and the know-it all and only 16 and three quarters Johann Hari...now exposed as a complete plagiarist and wanker, and not before time.

The Penguin

Especially For The Gullible and Inadequate - Cash Only

Fancy having your scrotum pumped up with silicone sealant? Only £120, no guarantees and don't even think of asking to see my qualifications. Just pop along to my crummy flat, mind the cats, drop your keks and spread them....

Oh, I also offer a deep tanning service using finest quality creosote. And never mind that painful hot wax wax brazilian, I have an industrial strength paint stripper will do the job in half the time...

The Penguin

A Very Simple Defence, Gentlemen

The Chemical Industry Chiefs and the Banana Bosses have a very simple and easy way to prove to the world (and especially to judges in Louisiana) that there is no ill-effect associated with serial exposure to banned chemical DBCP.

They should line up to be sprayed with it on a daily basis for several months, no protective clothing or masks ahould be required - after all, the plantation workers had none.

Somehow I can't see them volunteering.

Shame they can't be compelled!

The Penguin

Nu-Liebore's Dream Ticket?

What a pair they make!!! Surely a match made in heaven?

The Penguin

How Can This Be News?

Headline and article in the Daily Torygraph -

The world's oldest person dies in Brazil

Well, bugger me, how unusual. I mean, it's not like anyone's going to hold that record for long, is it?

The Penguin

It's Not An Oversight, Or A Mistake, It's Called Theft!

Jumped up little pip-squeak Denis McShit is trying to wriggle out of yet more evidence of his over-enthusiasm for the trough.

Not content with taking the piss by charging £125,000 for the use of his garage as a constituency office, and having charged the maximum possible round sums for cleaning until the requirement for receipts saw a dramatic drop in dusting and polishing (£250 a month to £24, just below the threshold for receipts, nothing dodgy about that, really!), and having lots of translation done by his brother at our expense, the greedy shit-stain over-egged the total on his expenses claims by a nice round £250 month after fucking month and the numpties in the House of Commons fees office didn't check the arithmetic 14 times despite picking the error up on 3 occasions.


One mistake, possibly. 17 mistakes on the trot, unbelievable.


Then there's his side-line in flogging lap-tops...hope he's declared the profits on his tax returns.

The Penguin

Little Hitler

Caught - hope they throw the book at him (and then check his immigration status!)

The Penguin

Still Troughing After All These Years

"I can't afford to pay my way!"

Frank Dobson, possibly the most ineffectual cabinet minister EVER, is continuing to live with his socialist snout deep in the trough whilst hypocritically complaining about proposed changes to the welfare madhouse.

He and his ghastly spouse rake in well over £100,000 a year and yet he demands to continue to have subsidised council housing in a posh block in Camden, where he used to be the Labour leader on the council. I think an investigation into how come the useless bastard ever qualified for any council property let alone a fucking mansion flat in a seriously posh building should be investigated. And someone ought to take a close look at the assets this champagne socialist couple have managed to accumulate whilst enjoying subsidised living at taxpayers' and ratepayers' exoense all these years.

Does he own a nice villa in Tuscany, close to dear mad Polly? I think we should find out, before stringing them up on lamp posts outside their "council flat" as an example to others.

The Penguin

Remember The Fast Show?

"There was no plot!"

In particular, the politician who was in total denial about the bleeding obvious?


Looks like real life is immitating art.

The Penguin

Doing A Good Job

Top Trougher Piggin Wiggins

Check out the efforts of Jim Miller to shine a light on the corruption that seems to be endemic in Herefordshire, where the local MP is none other than Piggin Wiggins.

It's at http://anexpensesaccount.blogspot.com/  

The Penguin

Why Is The Cover-Up Continuing?

"The Bloke From MI5 Told Me It's A Suicide, Sergeant!"




Something really shocking and of on-going significance has to lie behind the continuing attempts by the government to whitewash the death of Dr David Kelly.

I just can't understand what it might be, unless they have proof that it was the late sainted Princess Diana's re-incarnated zombie with the assistance of the late Queen Mother that wielded the pen-knife.

Why on earth is the new administration not taking the simple route of rubbishing the Hutton Whitewash and throwing all that much deserved shit all over Teflon Tony, Bad Al, and Geoff Cunt?

Something stinks.

The Penguin

Thrash Some Sense Into Him!

 "Nothing whatsoever to do with the petro-dollars. Nothing!"

Perhaps fun-loving Max could get some of his well-paid-for friends to put the uniforms back on and thrash some sense into mad dwarf Bernie.

The Penguin

Mankind's Carbon Footprint Is Puny!

Go on, see if you green-tinged lunatics can slap a carbon tax on volcanos!

The Penguin

Wriggle As Much As You Like!

The Silly Cow Who Is Paying, The Accused, and The Bastard Who Is Getting Even Richer.

Unsurprisingly, Dominique Strauss-Kunt is spending loads of his wife's dough on top flight legal vultures and assorted PR scumbags and dodgy ex-CIA types as he wriggles and wriggles to try and escape the consequences of his actions.


Doesn't really matter, Dominique, you rancid old cock-happy elitist. Your reputation is shot no matter what verdict the legal process returns.

Although I would personally like you to spend a serious amount of time in prison avoiding Bubba and his friends...who may well take it personally that you tried to rape a black woman and then did everything you could to smear her reputation to save your own.

The Penguin

Over The Moon - Shame Peter's Under The Ground!

Smirking Sharon Shoesmith and her stony-faced legal team are hoping to shaft the poor old tax-payer for loadsa dosh as compensation for the ill-advised and peremptory way in which that stupid twat Blinky Balls sacked her as some sort of macho exercise in populist soundbites.

While you are claiming to be "Over The Moon", you hard-hearted bitch, you might care to remember that poor little Peter Connelly is under the ground, and probably better off there that under your tender fucking care.

I hope you get bowel cancer.

The Penguin

Barry O'Bamah Returns Home In Triumph

Bejasus, aincha just so proud to be Oirish as long lost waif Barry O'Bamah comes home to little Moneygall, County Offaly?

Next on his "keeping away from the troubles at home" world tour is China. He's working on finding the family connection, bound to be one if he looks hard enough.

The Penguin

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Prostitute.

Well I never, what a surprise. Teflon Tony and Bad Al's pet poodle spy-master prostitute has landed a nice little earner with an oil company with considerable interests in carving up oilfields in Iraq.

Well done, Sir John Scarlett.

You unspeakable cunt.

The Penguin

Once A Hoon, Always A Hoon

 "£3,000 a day is just the start for Hoon work..."

Just as "Buff" Huhne is being crucified in the Media and abandoned by his colleagues, up pops "Buff" Hoon to add to the gaiety of the nation.

Lucky old "Buff" Hoon has wangled himself a highly paid position at defence contractor Augusta Westland, who were the incredibly lucky ONLY bidder for a lucrative contract to supply the Army with a new helicopter. There was talk at the time over how fishy this smelt, since there were cheaper alternatives that could have been delivered earlier, and the poor old foot soldiers were dying because of a lack of helicopters. It got even smellier when the MoD’s then permanent secretary Sir Kevin Tebbit joined AgustaWestland’s Italian parent, Finmeccanica, just over a year after the deal was agreed. Of course, Italy and corruption, how could anyone suspect such a thing in the land of Berlusconi?


Why on earth would any reputable company want to employ such a disgraced wanker as "Buff" Hoon unless they needed a toilet cleaner?

The Penguin