Intro

The Chad Medal is a prestigious medal awarded to the fuckwit of the week. It is named in honour of one of the world's bona fide fuckwits, Chad Cornes. The public are free to nominate anyone they feel is deserving of winning the Chad. Nominations must be submitted by Friday 12pm each week and an esteemed panel of judges decides the winner.


Sunday, December 11, 2011

Summer series - week 1 winner

After an extended break, the fuckwits were out in force with the return of the Chad. Some things don't change - Julia Gillard continues to be Bob Brown's lap dog humping his leg like a bitch in heat, the Redbacks are still an embarassment, Phil Hughes continues to get a gig for Australia but wouldn't make the Redbacks side, Jay Weatherill has carried on the Rann tradition of being a smarmy arrogant cunt who doesn't listen to the people, Port Power players excel at sweet fuck all except bitch-slapping each other and Kevin Foley has yet to fuck off out of here - ditto Kevin Rudd, ditto Greg Chappell, ditto Ricky Ponting and ditto Nickelback. All would be more than worthy winners of the Chad.

But there can only be one winner - and that winner is without doubt the biggest cunt in Adelaide, Eugene "Me and Bobby" McGee. This fucking coward, this fucking low-life, this yellow-backed dirty snake has walked away free, with not so much as a slap on the wrist for running down and killing an innocent man. Eugene was pissed and ran over a cycylist, Ian Humphrey. Instead of going to the bloke's aid, he fled the scene and left the poor bloke to die. This act of sheer human fuckery should have be enough to see Eugene share a cell with Peter Liddy for at least a couple of decades. But with the help of his mates from the police (Eugene was a former police prosecutor), his cunt brother, a brothel of devious fucking lawyers, the judiciary and a host of piss-weak politicians including Mike Rann and now John "Pigsy" Rau, Eugene has walked away scott free. No jail, no fine and the cunt can still practice law. The picture of him celebrating this with his cunt lawyer mates made me, in the words of Terry Wallace, spew my fucking guts up. This is justice South Australian style - no wonder Mike Rann did not want an ICAC. This case fucking stinks worse than Grace Portesli's arse after an expensive tax-payers funded Indian curry. Well, if Eugene and his smarmy, smug, bearded-twat, mullet-wearing lawyer mate, Grant Algie (he looks Barry Gibb's cunt brother that the rest of the Bee Gees dis-owned - same fucking beard, same fucking girlish hair), thinks that the public will ever forget this, they are sadly mistaken. One day, the karma bus, driven by a pissed fucking idiot, will pull out of the karma bus depot and plow straight through Eugene and hopefully, Grant Algie, and this drunk karma bus driver won't need a lawyer to get him off because he'll be supported by something that has been around since Adam groped Eve - good old karma - what comes around, goes around, shitheads. So Eugene, you fucking chicken-hearted cretin, you rotten fucking poltroon, you may have gotten away with murder, but you have not walked away entirely scott-free - please accept this thoroughly deserved Chad Medal. You bastard. You cunt.

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