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Untainted family values in an era of decadent hedonism
14:12 Apr 28 2016
Times Read: 179

By Stanley Collymore



Only inveterate queers, testosterone-pushy dykes,

the puerile and lasciviously promiscuous who

vulgarly and outlandishly take to breeding

like rampantly fecund rabbits and then

most irresponsibly and unashamedly

expect others to fully support their

bastard progeny in conjunction

with sick perverts, predatory

paedophiles, their equally

marauding supporters, other like-minded scum

who evilly and collectively profit immensely

from familial dissonance and its attendant

dysfunctionality absolutely and absurdly

delude themselves this isn’t or cannot

be the case, and therefore the rest of

us shouldn’t be told or encouraged

to consider that it is; misguided

propaganda they call it. While

in total contrast all sane and mindful people

appropriately instilled with cultural and

religious morality are prudently well

aware and have consistently been

erudite in this acknowledgement

that the just announced family

report deductions couldn’t in

these truly gruelling times

where family morality is

concerned be any more

welcome, germane or

to a mammoth extent

hugely appropriate!



© Stanley V. Collymore

27 April 2016.





Author’s Thoughts:

Family life in Britain has over the centuries effectively undergone a 360 degree turn and currently is in the worst state of affairs it has ever been. Initially people formed relationships that could themselves have been affected by recurrent circumstances like war or pestilence forcing those involved to make the most of the time that they had together before the Grim Reaper wielded his scythe and dispatched them to the other world. Even so marriage wasn’t all that commonplace among the lower classes and was an institution that the rich and aspiring upper classes indulged in so they could legitimize their offspring, or supposed ones as cuckolding was just as rampant then among these wealthy and upper class “elites”, and therefore able in their minds at least to leave their wealth and property to these offspring when they personally died; mortality rates being pretty low overall among all sections of the population at the time.



However, as marriage became more fashionable among the rich and upper classes the lower class British Plebs and peasants began emulating their social betters. They had no wealth or property to pass on to their progeny but as is still current in class entrenched Britain they just toadying liked to replicate in their fashion the ways of their perceived social betters and often became even more hard-line in their social and moral observances than those whom they were looking up to on a class basis and endeavouring in social norms to emulate.



So marriage actively encouraged by the church became rather commonplace and saw Britain go through a number of puritan stages moralistically, on the surface that is and publicly so but privately it was invariably something a whole lot different. Anyway these pretences were religiously maintained and those who fell foul of them in the eyes of these hypocritical masses were summarily and publicly dealt with, ostracism and even death being the dire consequences for their perceived anti-social, immoral and irreligious conduct. And although modified over the ensuring years and centuries these strict public observances were nevertheless rigidly maintained.



One such situation was bastardy now codified as illegitimacy. Previously acknowledged without the bat of an eyelid among the wealthy, upper classes the aristocracy and even royalty illegitimacy was now publicly shunned and among Britain’s lower classes was severely ostracised and penalized. Consequently girls or women, who got pregnant without the benefit of being churched, namely married, or who couldn’t persuade or con some poor sod into marrying them whether the expectant child was his or not or in several cases this chosen and duped mug not even knowing that his intended bride was pregnant, was summarily dispatched to one of the plethora of homes for unmarried mothers that had mushroomed across Britain for the specific purpose of keeping these categorized fallen females out of the public spotlight and well away from their home neighbourhoods and the palpable public embarrassment and consternation of their close family members and friends and of course the female in question own public ostracism.



Sometimes though as frequently happened in Wales an already married family member: an older sibling for example or a young uncle or aunt, would take on the child and bring it up as their own supposed biological offspring and not uncommonly with the child itself totally unaware of let alone ever being told confidentially or otherwise of its biological parentage in terms of its real mother or father assuming that he was known. But customarily the pregnant and unmarried mother was surreptitiously dispatched to one of these unmarried mothers home well away from her neighbourhood and community where she was often patronizingly treated by supercilious staff members and steamrolled into having her child fostered or adopted; a measure embarked on it was told to her in her “best interests”.



Often with no moral, physical or financial support behind her and expecting none a situation compounded by the fact and her knowledge that none of these things would be forthcoming if she were to stupidly or ill-advisedly she was reminded keep her child the vast majority of these mothers predictably caved in and did what was demanded of them, namely agreeing to the relinquishment of their children to others knowing full well that when this act was completed mother and child would in all possibility never see each other again. And in exchange for doing so the fallen mother, daughter or female relative would occasionally be warily welcomed back among her own family on condition that she kept her mouth firmly shut about what had happened to her and so didn’t publicly embarrass or humiliate these “loving” family members of hers who couldn’t be any more non-supportive of her even if they had theoretically acquired a PhD in the subject.



But there was a group of females who fared ever far worse; white women or girls over the legal age of consent who’d consensually had sexual relationships with Black men or youths their own age and had gotten pregnant, even voluntarily so. And in such circumstances if her family members of the authorities who were racially horrified by what they saw as a carnal and despicable relationship were unable to coerce the female in question that she’d been “raped” by this Black man or he had coerced her into having sex with him obviously against her will and consequently had involuntarily got her pregnant and thus making that Black man unjustifiably but in racist terms none the less on their part and therefore acceptable from their point of view a moral degenerate and a criminal of the worst kind whose rightful place was in jail and for a very lengthy stretch of prison time and have this female go along with this abominable lie, then these endeavouring to get her do so if they failed in persuading her to do as they wished would then get pliable, unprofessional and equally racist psychiatrists, others in the medical fraternity and all other applicable like-minded “professionals”: social workers and the like, to section this allegedly “disgusting”, from their collective perspective, white female to a lunatic asylum as a severe danger to herself and additionally a corruptive influence as regards her community and from which, as with other such communities, she must be kept away from permanently for their own moral good. And imbued with this sick mindset those who were proscribing these unfortunate women then had them callously carted off to these lunatic asylums where they spent the rest of their natural lives as “psychiatric patients” when there was absolutely nothing wrong with them, while their children obviously taken from them and who they never saw again were confined to children’s homes and a life of childhood and subsequently because of how they were treated in these homes adult misery.



Then came the advent of the female contraceptive pill and with it a boundless sexual revolution with women rapturously ripping up the restrictive moral regulations they were supposed to adhere to and in their place instituting their own sexual codes of conduct which became a truly liberating influence, and without needing to employ any hyperbole in this matter, in the private and public lives of significant numbers and probably even the overwhelming majority of women. The era of the bra-burning, mini-skirts, free and non-committed sexual relationships with multiple partners often taking place simultaneously and conjoined with the voluntary jettisoning of previously held and society-enforced moral precepts like the advised retention of a female’s virginity until and after the attainment of marriage had arrived with a striking and effervescent panache all of its own, as was in noticeable contrast all the former publicly revered, uneasily accepted, grudgingly tolerated but always obligingly indulged in moral code of behaviour which was now massively and excitedly relinquished and likewise jubilantly discarded.



The ethics or otherwise surrounding British family life had done a 360 degree turn and from the ubiquitous extended family environment with all its varied characteristics to the nuclear family, then the single parent one and now to the thoroughly dysfunctional one of dykes, queers, so-called transgenders and what have you becoming “parents” what now exists does in my very honest opinion make a bloody mockery of what family and family values should be all about.

You’re nothing but an unknowingly cuckolded and azoospermia moron Recep Tayyip Erdogan!
13:10 Apr 26 2016
Times Read: 182




By Stanley Collymore



You’re nothing Recep Tayyip Erdogan and, temporarily

putting your alleged and avid proclivity for sexually

abusing defences goats aside, you are definitely a

most odious, egotistic self-indulgent, graspingly

greedy, intuitively delinquent and a noticeably

incorrigibly sickening and a detestable bully

genuinely lacking self-worth and in every

respect quite obviously analogous to all those feral,

enormously congenitally and mentally impaired

schoolboys and evidently substandard alleged

human beings, and to whom commonsense,

good judgement and intellectual acumen

are unmistakably non-existent in their

DNA structure, and who sadistically

receive their ghoulish gratification

by barbarously pulling the wings

off ensnared, hapless and very

clearly alive butterflies, you

RecepTayyip Erdogan fall

explicitly and markedly

without question quite

clearly among them!



Callous torturers of the worst kind who abysmally

fail to recognize much less so ever accept that

what they’re contemptibly and barbarically

doing can possibly in any way be vaguely

considered as obnoxious, illegal or just

plain morally wrong; and who as the

years inexorably for all of us press

on and physiologically though in

effect rather involuntarily and

outwardly so they seem to be adults, in actuality

they’ve neither acquired the capability, moral

integrity nor the trustworthy confidence to

either sensibly or logically grow up and

abandon their puerile and troublesome

past as genuine adults do, and in the

process intelligently and positively

move on; marked inabilities that

classically most correctly and

quite evilly sum you up and

exemplify your repugnant

behavioural traits: tyrant,

terrorist and facilitator

of beheaders, Recep

Tayyip Erdogan.



For you yourself are a loathsome terrorist Recep

Tayyip Erdogan as well as a decisive lowlife

specimen of conjectural humanity, and in

addition to all that a blood-stained mass

murderer, rapacious profiteer of other

people’s misery, a pathological liar

and an utterly obsessive attention

seeker haughtily grandstanding

but even so rather unimpressively as an eyesore

scarecrow or nuisance strawman who despite

their self-important stance the more savvy

raptorial or cleverer birds of prey pay no

regard to or any approving attention of

at all; in relation to theirs or yours in

specific human terms ostentatious,

enormously pretentious, entirely

disingenuous and devious self-

advertisement shenanigans

Recep Tayyip Erdogan!



And in the same way that these shrewd creatures of the

air have skilfully acquired the ability to be absolutely

discerning in their judgement and know precisely

how to judiciously apply this advantageous info

appropriately, why then shouldn’t every truly

sagacious human being: whether they be a

child, woman or man and who fervently

feel so inclined, likewise sensibly and

just as perceptively do the same in your particular

case Recep Tayyip Erdogan by obviating your

crass and distracting pretences while smartly

lampooning your patently stupid and very

delusional obsession of resurrecting the

dead Ottoman Empire and thereafter

having yourself fittingly installed

as its unquestionable Head and

for everyone you delusionally

presume in your ludicrous

state of erroneous belief

to quite obviously and

worshipfully admire.



Fantasy grossly and exaggeratedly conflated with reality; for

in your ineffectual and pathetic private life you’re nothing

more than an outright grotesque azoospermiac, Turkish

moron unwittingly the father of children whom you

could not possibly have sired, and certainly not

with you shooting spermatic blanks as your

coital ammunition. Yet evidently incapable it’s apparent

of effectively controlling your patently clever, publicly

unassuming but privately cuckolding woman Recep

Tayyip Erdogan you nevertheless as the undeniably

chauvinistic monster but manifestly unknowingly

cuckolded buffoon that you plainly are, rather

idiotically and quite laughably to those of us

who’re in the know, wish more than a wee

bit belatedly to now callously blackmail

as well as fiendishly venture to crudely

subjugate the world as a recalcitrant

measure and furthermore as a rapt

compensation for your torturous

and acute sexual shortcomings.



© Stanley V. Collymore

25 April 2016.





Author’s Remarks:

First Recep Tayyip Erdogan didn’t like the satirical song about him sung by a German singer and done so in Germany it must be remembered; not in Turkey! Nevertheless, this brain-dead egotist had the German ambassador to Turkey summoned to the Turkish foreign ministry where he was given a severe dressing down about the song that he had nothing to do with and was possibly even unaware of it until told about it by the Turks but all the same with Recep Erdogan demanding that the German song be banned.



Next when the German satirical poet in response to the blatant interference in artistic freedom within Germany by a man who routinely silences in every way that he can anyone who dares say something Erdogan doesn’t like or considers to be insulting to him irrespective of how trivial the supposedly offending matter or material is, this ultra paranoid asshole that rigged his party’s political election “victory”, changed the Turkish constitution which enshrined the secular nature of that country and instead made himself the president and sole arbiter of what is now a religiously ideological cesspit that is also unquestionably undemocratic and very much a dictatorial state, Erdogan fuming at what Jan Boehmermann the poet referred to earlier had written demanded that Angela Merkel the German Chancellor have Boehmermann arrested and prosecuted for insulting him, Recep Tayyip Erdogan for the “offensive” poem he’d written and performed in his line of work on television and significantly in Boehmermann’s own country of Germany. Toadyingly Angela Merkel has caved in to Erdogan’s demands; and done so most duplicitously under Section 103 of an antiquated German law going back centuries under the criminal code of “insulting a representative of a foreign state.”



Now how more bloody selective and toadying can one get in response to the dictatorial bullying of a despot, and profoundly narcissistic with it, who despite his murderous, terrorist and massively ongoing human rights and other calamitous and premeditated abuses in Turkey Angela Merkel consciously turning a blind eye to all this nevertheless warmly embraces Erdogan because Turkey is a member of NATO and Recep Tayyip Erdogan has threatened that if he doesn’t get his way in what he selfishly demands he’ll open the floodgates and deluge Europe and specifically Germany with refugees, migrants: economic or otherwise, and worrisomely for Europe and Merkel terrorists too. But rather than challenge Erdogan on all of this and with her political career and position as Chancellor of Germany more important to her than principles, integrity or Germany’s hard won human rights post World War II, Merkel has self-servingly surrendered Germany’s dignity and its people’s pride to blatant opportunism at the hands of a terrorist, terrorist-sponsor and murderous dictator, Turkey’s despotic ruler and wannabe emperor of a resurrected Turkish Ottoman Empire.



But the informed ones among you out there and who’re sensible with it know as well as I do that Angela Markel’s stance apart from being utterly self-serving stinks of hypocrisy, double standards and disingenuousness at its worst. For there are a number of current heads of states of several countries and past ones too and their officials who if a similar poem or song was written about them by German artistes there’s bugger all Merkel would have done to appease these people if they had complained to her and wanted as Erdogan in marked contrast has succeeded in doing and quite easily so; and instead if she hadn’t ignored the complainants outright would have conceitedly and categorically stated that these German artistes were performing in their home country Germany where the rule of law applied and where individuals were guaranteed freedom of expression and the right to free speech, and no one would ever have heard of this antiquated German law that the overwhelming majority of Germans weren’t themselves aware of until Angela Merkel conveniently had her prosecutor search the archives and dragged it up, for Angela Merkel was herself ignorant of it.



And just for argument sake could you ever envisage Angela Merkel using this antiquated German law in favour of Bashar al-Assad of Syria, Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe, Winnie Mandela of South Africa, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad of Iran or Kim Jan-Un of North Korea? I shan’t hold my breath for your answer for you know perfectly well she would not. But if any of these aforementioned persons had used their political powers in government or the office they held to prosecute a citizen of their own country who wrote a song or poem praising any westerner however distasteful that westerner was not only would the western corporate media be up in arms and jumping to the defence of these prosecuted artistes, the likes of Angela Merkel would likewise be in the vanguard of those western politicians castigating the very same actions that she, Angela Merkel is now engaged in. So it’s not principles, the rule of law or any of that disingenuous shit that Angela Merkel is concerned about here but rather upholding imperialistic, colonialist and the hegemonic interests, policies and practices of the west, and very much akin to the Berlin Conference of 1884 in its mindset. And if you don’t know what happened at the Berlin Conference of 1884 then I suggest you go and check it out!



After the Jan Boehmermann incident I began work on the draft of a castigatory poem directed personally at Recep Erdogan but before I could add the finishing touches, properly proof read the work and prepare it for publication, a process I methodically carry out with all my work, a number of far more important issues intervened and finding it more relevant to deal with these I did just that and instead put the Erdogan poem on the back burner where it stayed and would have continued to until I’d completed the other work I earlier referred to.



Then my German partner who takes a keen interest in my work as I reciprocally do with hers and was therefore fully au fait with the Erdogan poem drew my attention one evening to the fact that the Spectator Journal was offering a prize for the poem that could worst insult Recep Erdogan. My response was immediate. I would instantly destroy the handwritten drafts as well as delete from my memory sticks and my computer’s hard drive every aspect of the Erdogan poem I’d written and totally forget all about it. For the last thing I wanted was for the plethora of idiots out there thinking that my poem about Recep Tayyip Erdogan was financially motivated or that I was jumping at some journal’s behest onto their particular bandwagon; since what I do and write come from within me and no outsider.



Knowing precisely how I would react once she’d told me of the Spectator’s competition my darling partner before she did so had scrupulously and unbeknown to me at the time photocopied the handwritten drafts of my Erdogan poem, downloaded from our computer and onto her memory sticks the draft versions that I had there and essentially made sure that every iota of information I’d transcribed in relation to that poem she’d now secretly safeguarded. She was even present when I physically and electronically destroyed the Erdogan poem but this beautiful love of my life never batted an eyelid nor said a single word of what she’d done. So as far as I was concerned after my thrashing the Erdogan poem it was no more and had all gone.



Then I heard from sources in Holland that Erdogan had instructed his crony and the Turkish ambassador in Holland to have their spies there unlawfully put under surveillance anyone: Dutch citizens or whoever they considered should be targeted it didn’t matter to these barbaric clowns of Erdogan, who they thought was actually or likely to be “insulting” Erdogan in Holland and pass this subjective information on to their boss Recep Erdogan in Ankara who would then determine what to do with these suspects. News of this however got out and caused out of embarrassment more than any real desire to tackle the matter seriously, as Holland is also a member of NATO and tows its line as does Germany, the Dutch PM Mark Rutte apologetically rather than forcefully politely asked Ankara for “answers” but with Turkey adamantly and dismissively denying the allegations against it Holland did nothing more.



Then when the head of the Berlin branch of Germany’s Pirate Party Bruno Kramm was also arrested on Friday 22 April 2016 for quoting a line from Jan Boehmermann’s satirical poem I decided to rescind my previous decision and write a new poem as I thought it would be on Recep Erdogan and informed my German partner what I planned on doing. She smiled and said: “Das ist gut!” Then immediately broke into that infectious and endearing laughter of hers and pointed out shortly afterwards that unless I specifically wanted to there would be no need for me to write a new poem explaining in the process what she had done. What happened after that? Mind your own bloody business it’s private; suffice to say though that we did manage eventually to find the time to work on the poem as well. And here it is!

Good riddance Archie Lloyd. Now rot in Hell!
13:21 Apr 21 2016
Times Read: 207




By Stanley Collymore



Good riddance to bad rubbish I say; so totally delighted

that you’re no longer here amongst us to shove your

egotistical and class ingrained contemptuousness

unwarrantedly into the faces of others who dim-

wittedly and incredibly you considered were

inferiorly beneath you and your kind even

though they were from the same country

as yourself; or in addition and bizarrely

in your utterly sick mind identified as

foreigners of all things in their own

cherished country, which as it also happened you

were there simply because you were on vacation.

Well your Harrow roots evidently didn’t stand

you in any good stead, for quite unimpressed

by your agonizing insults and mindboggling

and sickening disdain for him your rudely

picked on sufferer did not for an isolated

second cowardly refrain, and justly so

in the appropriate opinion of all sane

observers and likewise his delighted

exponents, from intuitively, angrily

and rather fittingly responding to

your hounding confrontation by

pummelling you, Archie Lloyd

vehemently across your head

and most celebratedly in the

process happily killed you

Archie, stone cold dead!



Leaving humanity thankfully with one less

and now fortunately late and supposedly

upper class English twit to pollute our

common planet through this suitably

applied action by your unceasingly

and intensely provoked attacker;

a functioning procedure which

I genuinely hope that others

who might be placed in any

equivalent situation in the

future from your clearly

hideous kind will also

and just as forcefully,

unhesitatingly and

severely emulate!



© Stanley V. Collymore

20 April 2016.





Author’s Thoughts:

The fortunate death of Archie Lloyd the feral Harrow School twit absolutely full of himself, and quite arrogantly as is so very commonplace of his lowlife kind who delude themselves that the possession money to effectively buy everything that they asininely they think they should automatically and unthinkingly have coupled with the so-called class which patently the vast majority of them are totally lacking and congenitally deprived of, is in my personal opinion to be gratefully welcomed; and the fact that he died at an age when he hadn’t, as far as I know, produced any more of his kind is a heartening relief not only for Britain but also the rest of mankind, which allegedly lowlife scum like him presume they belong to?



We all of us have to die at some time or other, it’s an inevitability of life; however despite that obvious fact when truly worthy and commendable individuals pass away we naturally and quite understandably mourn their passing as we fondly remember and cherish not only the fantastically wonderful memories of these dearly departed persons but also the amazing and in every instance enduring contributions as part of their noteworthy legacies that they’ve made to life generally and the positive enhancement of the lives of the rest of us. Manifestly nothing of the kind can, and I doubt if unfortunately he had continued to live, can or could ever be said of Archie Lloyd, for at the age he was when he got his justifiable comeuppance all the manifestations of what he innately was and would even more odiously have become were already there and both conspicuously and conceitedly on display.



Don’t speak ill of the dead we often and idiotically hear simpletons say; but my question is: why not when everything they characteristically represented and that could only could have gotten worst coming from them was at its mildest abysmally bad and like the patently feral morons that they were could only have become worst. So I shan’t be shedding any tears for the demise of Archie Lloyd much less so be mourning his laudable death! And for those of you that disagree with my sentiments, and I’m pretty sure that in ultra class-driven and markedly brain-dead Britain there are plenty of you out there, let me both unequivocally and unapologetically say that I couldn’t give a toss what you think; in the same way that you are perfectly at liberty to adopt the same point of view in relation to me and what I’ve said; but I’ll say my piece nevertheless because it’s what I do honestly feel and believe.



Winston Churchill who was a eugenicist all of his life, and for those of you who don’t know what that terminology means I suggest that you look it up, was all in favour of having the lower species within the overall British population compulsory sterilized so they would be totally incapable of either reproducing themselves or even worst still contaminating the upper class elements in the UK’s populace through inopportunely inter-breeding with them; a situation that’s analogous to having all the mongrel dogs on your average working class council estate obligatorily neutered or sterilized so as to preclude the unwanted possibility of them mating with any “pedigree” and greatly pampered bitches from the neighbouring gated and lavishly posh upper class residential communities. What Churchill, someone for whom I’ve never had any regard, great or small and for a diversity of especially compelling reasons, immeasurably and stupidly overlooked from the summit of his similarly self-aggrandizing and supercilious, delusional and discernibly societal-fabricated mountain top was that it should have been his kind and de facto in 2016 the likes of Archie Lloyd that would have best served the needs of the United Kingdom, and not its fictional wants, if they were the ones that were compulsorily sterilized, neutered or far more preferably I think in their particular circumstances never have been permitted to see the light of day by being born!



And I could easily cite numerous instances of these supposedly social and upper class elites who kid themselves that they have an inalienable right not only to rule Britain but the rest of the world as well and to whom the rest of us Plebeians and peasants alike as they perceive us to be must willingly and at all times pay fulsome obeisance to but who in stark reality are nothing more than cancerous and iniquitous scum that should be uncompromising eradicated from the face of this earth. But why should I pointlessly spend more of my valuable time than is really necessary concentrating on consummate lowlife of whom Archie Lloyd now thankfully dead was one of them?

Anal sex and the alarming British fixation with it!
12:12 Apr 15 2016
Times Read: 214




By Stanley Collymore



Well bugger me! Figuratively speaking I hasten to say,

for that sort of thing was never in any way, isn’t or

shan’t ever in a month of Sundays be my cup of

tea as I’m strictly, uncompromisingly, rather

partially, have never been disappointingly

and most assuredly am emphatically an

impenitent Vagina Man myself, you

see! But what the dickens I wonder

possessed these jackal politicians

both in the House of Lords and more especially so

the House of Commons to truthfully expect in

the given circumstances they’ve knowingly

inspired, instigated and rather politically

and self-servingly over several years

assiduously, vaingloriously but oh

so stupidly sought to universally

beget the hollow concept that

seemingly, manifestly and

incredibly dishonestly it

would appear that they

now want the clever

and sane among us

in the population

to welcomingly

acknowledge

and likewise

understand.



Their worthless opinion that sticking one’s penis

up another person’s bottom, or in the case of

manifestly butch and testosterone-driven

lesbians, that in their predatory games

do precisely the same to achieve the

identical experience as their queer

men; and that became an almost

compulsory activity that was

fraudulently but all the same laudably portrayed

by all of them and embraced by huge swathes

of the United Kingdom’s population with it

having been manipulatively perceived by

them that this individual recreation was

evidently the very best thing to have

happened since the conception of

sliced bread and for that reason

all this cunning, proselytising

and sexual, propagandistic

engineering which they

previously and avidly

elatedly engaged in;



They now presumably wish instead to firmly

knock on the head this burgeoning and

clearly pandemic sexual recreation

that has gone bottom’s up and

de facto for them become a

core British discomfiture as it’s yet to be

proven that apart from being a highly

contentious sexual recreation for

some pedication, or sodomy as

it’s more commonly known,

to virtually everyone does

do anything to actually

support procreation

or amplify in any

way a nation’s

population!



© Stanley V. Collymore

13 April 2016.





Author’s Remarks:

The much and dishonestly propagandized; blatantly, habitually dumb and disingenuously adhered to at home within the United Kingdom and consequently universally taken on board by simpletons or else downright lying and self-deceiving Britons and even unquestioningly believed by several of them of the ludicrous mantra: “We’re all British so no sex please!” is nothing more than a risible and preposterous myth that ought to be treated either as a bizarre mental aberration that has critically affected the visual and the psychological observation of those who’re directly involved or else find themselves caught up in this spurious attestation and consequently in the process have lost all sense of proportion or logical reasoning or otherwise are patently too daft to recognize let alone sensibly or pragmatically accept, even if they don’t approve of it, what’s noticeably and quite hypocritically going on around them, and therefore in my opinion all instances involving conduct of this kind or associated with any or all of these double-standards shenanigans should vigorously be explicitly dismissed or contemptuously ignored.



Widespread sexual cheating, numerous adulterous liaisons, multiple and pervasive acts of cuckolding and the preponderance of children either intentionally or haphazardly conceived out of wedlock and born within the same status quo or else cunningly and deceitfully palmed onto unsuspecting fiancés or boyfriends that are then clandestinely and shamelessly cited as their biological fathers fully conscious of the fact that they’re not and who are additionally then conned into marrying these heartless cheaters and spurred on either into doing so out of the noble act of chivalry and fatherly responsibility or else result in them bringing forward an already anticipated or planned wedding because the woman concerned had puzzlingly found herself pregnant or had inadvertently, she claimed, become so and wouldn’t it be extremely nice also to preferably lovingly, prudently and responsibly embark on doing the right, proper, thoroughly family-friendly and devotedly oriented as well as the discernibly societallly non-ostracising thing, absolutely dependent of course on the participants social standing, and get married?



That’s, of course, if these kids are lucky to have parents, biologically related to them or not, that are willing and prepared to get married, which is not always the case as more often than not they find themselves as part of a single parent only and transparently maternal led family where although they’re siblings they all don’t share the same father even when no cheating has taken place. And when one realistically adds to that the well-know fact that when abroad Brits, and especially their women folk of all social backgrounds, have no moral compunction whatsoever in licentiously behaving as if there was a closing down sale on sex and therefore they rationally and justifiably had to get their hands on as much of this precious commodity as they possibly could before it was all gone, does put into proper perspective the utter and I feel ridiculous and even worst so the insulting notions that are consistently paraded and also allowed to flourish in relation to Brits generally and their women in particular as regards sex.



And while on a personal level this has absolutely nothing to do with anyone other than those who are directly involved it does however instantly cease to be a strictly personal matter for them when as a direct consequence of their actions others are forced to pick up the financial tabs for their alarming irresponsibility by having to economically maintain their broods. But other than that I personally couldn’t care less what they do with their individual lives; and as far as I’m likewise concerned what other people think or don’t think on this matter is entirely their own business. For in a genuine democracy or one that sells itself as such people should be able to freely conduct their own lives within the framework of the law and as long as their concerted, intentional or irresponsible actions don’t or aren’t ever likely to impact adversely or in any other way, and specifically unwantedly so, on the lives of others.



Which brings me quite determinedly and categorically to the purpose of this poem and article and why I’ve decided to write them. Having stated my opinions unequivocally in the past and as I’m again doing now on the right of every compos mentis and legally adult individual to live and conduct their life as they see fit and this most specifically refers to their private life so long as this is completely carried out within the framework of the democratically instituted and legitimate laws governing that particular country, I’ve always taken strong exception to any government or politicians, whoever or wherever they are, proselytising on how members of their population should actually behave behind close doors and when what they’re doing is strictly a private and legal affair. Pushing one’s ideas down another person’s throat because you hold a position over them and feel you’ve a right to do so is not only repugnant itself but morally wrong; and for far too long and simply because it’s their particular baggage this is precisely what significant numbers of British politicians and other influential members of UK society have been doing.



I don’t buy the baseless crap that some people have homosexual genes in them any more than I buy the similar crap that Blacks have an inbuilt predisposition to crime. However, if those in power want to make homosexuality legal, and they’ve done so as it applies to the male gender, as it was never a crime where women were concerned since Queen Victoria asininely refused to accept that women could be lesbians, don’t know where the hell she got her senseless ideas and ill-informed information from or why she thought that the Greek island had for millennia, even during her reign, been called Lesbos, and her PM at the time didn’t have the balls to contradict her, I can perfectly well live with that and do so; but don’t bloody well dictate to me that because it’s your thing I must go along with it. For to put not too fine a point on it that won’t ever happen and if you think your coercive tactics against the populace per se will have any counterproductive effect on me to sway me that way let me instantly disabuse you of that notion and tell you upfront that you’re fucking well wrong! And to now most disingenuously claim that too many Brits are obsessively preoccupied with sodomy; well what the bloody hell did you queer-minded, dunderheads expect?

I listened to what I was told but thankfully I took no heed!
13:29 Apr 12 2016
Times Read: 217




By Stanley Collymore



You couldn’t have known unless you were a clairvoyant

that I love you and furthermore have done so from the

very first moment that I set my eyes on you, and in

the bargain how very much so; for apart from my

being too shy to let you know just how I feel it

would have been most surreal on my part to

recklessly and immodestly depart from all

the suggestions and routine, but clearly

expected to sensibly adhere to, advice that I was sternly

given in my pubescent years and also as an attractive

young woman, I was bluntly reminded, growing up

in what is essentially a man’s world, as to how I

should properly behave without ever purposely

compromising myself, yet decidedly not so

offhand in my discretional demeanour of

what I did where unattached men were

concerned as to unforgivably in these

premeditated tactics in which I was

involved inadvertently end up on

the austere shelf of rejection or

as an injudicious, forlorn and

rather discontented spinster.



But extraordinarily, most stimulatingly and absolutely

delightfully you’ve rescued and mercifully saved me

from myself and in this completely new and totally

engrossing situation which you’ve so ingeniously

induced in me I can cheerfully say that in every

conceivable way I can genuinely express I’m

truly blessed and now am not only infinitely

satisfied but also absolutely contented and

without even the slightest vacillation or

reservation can equally attest to be cooperatively,

receptively, contentedly and also permanently

at your behest, and mine of course, readily

transform this discourse we’re enjoyably

having into much more, for I’ve been

well and justly seduced by you and

most impeccably find myself in a

thoroughly delightful trance. So

can I fervently entreat you to

join me in commemorating

the inauguration our new

romance with a dance?



© Stanley V. Collymore

11 April 2016.





Author’s Remarks:

Finding one’s self unexpectedly and seemingly deeply in love can and invariably does provoke a diversity of very powerful and even conflicting emotions that are themselves instigated by and can also be significantly influenced as well by virtue of one’s social upbringing, level of education or none at all, personal experiences and hence how one tends to see the world generally or their personal and familiar portion of it specifically; and these in turn are all salient factors that will finally determine the maturity or otherwise of those who’re directly involved in all of this.



And that’s the rub of the problem; how does one realistically determine the maturity or lack of it and crucially too the good intentions or otherwise of someone, and especially so a virtual stranger or even someone you’ve known for some considerable time probably but never previously had any actual or prospective emotional engagement with who suddenly and unexpectedly says that he or she, who in all logical respects is an utterly unknown quantity to you, wants none the less to seriously get involved with you, and especially if that person in doing so plausibly triggers a reciprocal response since they either knew for sure or else accurately sense that they’ve managed to significantly awaken your own interest in them?



Now while balancing that scenario against a host of other possibilities like for instance that this suitor of yours who is earnestly and amorously plying his or her seductive wares isn’t actually a fraudster with distinct but all the same highly concealed ulterior motives in mind and solely intent on catching you unawares, not completely compos mentis at the time as to what is actually going on and therefore not fully in charge of your mind, what do you do then?



Abandon the whole thing on the wings of a whim stating and even convincing yourself that it isn’t worth the risk; or do you throw caution to the wind as you openly and confidently declare life is for living and consequently you’re going to avidly seize the opportunity presented to you and considerably, courageously and unambiguously embark on something quite excitingly vivacious, and that additionally offers the promising prospect of being sexually, incredibly and emotionally stimulating although entirely new to you, whatever the consequences?



Or instead despondently resort, from a totally objective and impartially observed point of view, to a preferred and therefore chosen role as a willing and wholly compliant slave to pious, discernibly and restrictive social intercourse and puritan conventions to diffidently, cautiously or even fearfully drawing your proverbial horns of social protocol in and instead use them as a convenient and protective wall of defence to supposedly shield you from whatever it is you’re not quite certain of but which nevertheless you circumspectly assume and even believe might have something to do with love; the tendentious notions of exploratory sexual excitement; and possibly too the likelihood of personal commitment, which you feel you’re not yet ready for or actually capable of properly handling?



However, hard as that might seem to be and more demandingly so to satisfactorily reach an appropriate solution to the ultimate assessment of what you eventually do is entirely your own decision, and not least so because it’s your personal life that’s involved! So advisedly I’d say to you, if my opinion were asked, why not take a chance and positively participate in the probably challenging but equally so possibly rewarding Dance of Romance?

Murder does tend to upset people, you know!
15:20 Apr 09 2016
Times Read: 221




By Stanley Collymore



What truthfully are you playing at my Black brothers

and sisters and particularly those of you who are

young enough to be my sons or daughters?

Have you actually taken leave of your

senses in freely opting to spew out

your pointless and uncontrolled

anger in this murderous way, and as you evidently

have done leaving me personally in the process

and as a fellow Black person myself, and I’ll

gamely venture a guess feeling about this

matter as strongly as I do, that you will

realize I’m not alone on this one and

with no replacement choice nor any

other rational option left me but to honestly,

unambiguously and unapologetically say

it’s absolute insanity and a conflicting

aspiration what you are deliberately

doing by spitefully depleting the

ranks of your own Black kind

by additionally and evilly, to

my mind, engaging in this

reprehensibly depraved,

unlawful and entirely

self-defeating task,

in plainly a most

ill-determined

lethal way I

must say?



This is no pointless criticism or any gratuitous

denunciation of you on my part encouraged

by stereotypical and sinister conceptions

that others take to heart and idiotically

have of you my inherent sisters and

brothers due to the colouration of

your skin and respectively your

racial origins: what they quite

euphemistically and bluntly

derisively refer to as your ethnicity but we all

know perfectly well what they really mean,

and how in these deep-rooted and firmly

held prejudices mutually underpinned

by them they haughtily, falsely and

deceitfully claim in their perverse

opinions of you, individually as

well as generally, that you’re

irrefutably and inescapably what you are,

as it’s unquestionably all consolidated

in your biological genes and equally

obviously sub-standard DNA; and

therefore explicitly making you

inferior to them in every way!

And consequently there’s no

real possibility of you ever

accurately understanding

far less so satisfactorily

or permanently coping

with this unique and

cancerously Black

ongoing malady!



Nothing of course could be that further from the

truth either commonly or specifically where

Black people are principally concerned.

Furthermore, your general attitude to

life itself noticeably reinforced by

your persistently feral, materially

anti-social and disturbingly

worrisome behaviour all of which are markedly

compounded by your accursed disposition

towards committing inexplicably stupid

and ferocious murders which neither

singly nor collaboratively do owt

positive, as is most manifest, to

even minimally suppress the

roaring chorus of justified

vilification aimed at you

but most vexatiously in

that vicious crossfire

indiscriminately too

pursues the broader

Black community

that is in no way

either involved

with or linked

to your illicit

conduct and

delinquent

activities.



So please do hear me out and let me honestly say

that although I’m not in any way insensitive to

the variety of problems that on a daily basis

you’re forced to face and routinely endure

from those who constitute the majority

elements within our population and

by and large collectively with the

official authorities specifically

of the said country in which

you too were born in and is also home to you but

quite disgracefully it’s you who are uniquely

made to feel from birth like strangers who

neither rightfully belong there nor much

less so should ever be conferred with

the common courtesy or more aptly

the equitable opportunity to play

any constructive role in it; and

when detrimental insults like

these are then injuriously reinforced by

perceptibly unequal and excessively

created stop and search crusades,

widespread discrimination in

schooling, higher education

possibilities, standard job

applications and racial

profiling intended to

guarantee that you

more likely than

not deliberately

would be their

select target

to naturally,

bigotedly

and alas

for you

not the

one to

gain!



Then additionally as they also conspiratorially planned

to have you instead end up in jail and for much longer

periods of time, unsurprising and routinely so, for

comparable offences perpetrated by their white

Caucasian criminal kind, it’s dreadfully hard

I wholeheartedly accept for you being the

visible and innate legacy of the several

centuries long Transatlantic Slavery,

incessant black male emasculation

and the 21st Century entrenched

mindset of white supremacist racists, coupled with the

horde of empire loyalists and the ongoing ravages

of unchecked pseudo-colonialism to rein in this

subliminal and hugely provoked anger which

you clearly feel. But I do believe that there

are other and more constructive avenues

to remedy these harassing problems;

and turning this pent up anger of

yours, through gratuitous acts

of murder, on your fellow

Blacks is definitely not

one of them, and also

most categorically

not the answer!



© Stanley V. Collymore

8 April 2016.





Author’s Comments:

This is not only personal but is coming from a fellow Black, as you are. So I’m not going to mince my words and will tell you like I see it is! It’s among the easiest things in the world to mindlessly use a knife, take another person’s life and in the process of doing that think you’re actually big for doing so. Well you’re wrong my friend, you aren’t and all it actually does is to show how gullible you really are to the criminal propaganda of the street. How very little or no value at all you place on human life including your own and what a waste you’ve made not only of your victim’s life but your own as well when with some reasonable forethought and a completely different approach to both these lives, yours and the person you chose to kill, could have with basic commonsense combined with critical deliberation been positively turned around in a fashion for the good of yourself, the society you belong to and overall humanity itself. But if you can’t or don’t want to see that then perhaps you’re bound for the right place if you aren’t already there: jail and possibly even on death row.



And if that’s all the recompense you’re going to repay your dear Momma for carrying you those 9 months and 2 weeks and the agonizing pain she experienced giving birth to you combined with all the people who love you and have tirelessly endeavoured to let you know this while you were growing up from the state of babyhood, through your pubescent years and into young adulthood, then with that kind of blatant ingratitude on your part in gratuitously indulging as you are in your criminal behaviour all I can say is that you have a very serious problem to which you must quite urgently attend.



I’m not preaching at you but simply suggesting that you take stock of your life and realize that there are other more constructive ways to conduct your life. So let me be absolutely frank and honest about this and categorically state that I’m not asking you to be the willing target of other people’s wrongdoings whatever these are; nor am I suggesting either that you gratuitously turn the other cheek in relation to what they’re doing; but even so I‘d like to implore you to do what my beloved and wise maternal Grand, and we all know how important and prized grandmothers are in all Black communities, who has played an instrumental role throughout my own life told me.



When you see trouble coming your way she said, give it a wide berth and walk away from it; if it should follow and continue to stalk you in spite of your doing so still keep on walking away from it while intelligently maintaining a keen eye on what it’s up to she advised, and only if the person or persons involved refuse to heed this pragmatic and sensible response of yours, then arrogantly on their part interpret your conciliatory gesture and actions as a sign of cowardice or weakness, or wilfully opt to misinterpret them not as restraint on your part but fear instead and consequently is/are about to attack you, should you act in self-defence with every resource at your command. That way you’ll have a moral right and hopefully even in this discernibly bigoted western society where it’s the white Caucasian man or woman that controls both at home and significantly too in other countries that idiotically let them dictate what happens there, you’ll have the law on your side. Adding astutely that even criminals and especially those with nous don’t pick fights that are utterly pointless since with them it’s all about hubris; and deny them that and they’re like a rudderless boat all at sea. So believe me when I say that their pride alone won’t let them willingly fall into the position. Now my friends it’s entirely up to you!

Goodnight Ronnie Corbett and celestial rest forever with your similarly late buddy Ronnie Barker!
12:18 Apr 05 2016
Times Read: 230




By Stanley Collymore



You were definitely the tops Ronnie Corbett and for millions

of us will permanently remain so. And although a small

man in stature physically you were undeniably a huge

and an enduringly august giant of a figure in every

feasible and demonstrably positive respect there

is; richly and enormously gifted with a heart

of gold, absolute warmth and noticeably

blessed with a manifestly unaffected

conviviality towards your fellow

human beings and realistically

so as one powerfully and

most convincingly can.



A case in point as anyone who wasn’t totally blind,

completely out of their mind and was possessed

of functional eyes in their head and both able

and prepared to see; or else furnished with

even the most primitive comprehension

of what empathy with others actually

means as you were fully cognizant

of Ronnie, couldn’t in recognition

of all this pragmatically neglect

to appreciate and completely

understand the marvellous

qualities freely bestowed

by God Almighty, and

in the process of his

generosity creating

an unquestionably

magnificent and

an astonishingly

fabulous man.



So from me Ronnie Corbett and as someone

who happily needs no such prompting to

get me to lastingly value the immense

contribution you made while alive

on earth as a brilliant comedian

and respectively as a truthfully

worthy human being, let me

in colloquial fashion and

particularly free of any

staged declaration of adulation regarding

your good self simply and fittingly say

to you and others besides that from

my personal perspective Ronnie

you always were and certainly

still unquestionably are the

most amusing, entirely

unforgettable and as

well superlatively

extraordinarily

remarkable,

illustrious

gigantic

petite

man.



© Stanley V. Collymore

4 April 2016.





Author’s Comments:

Unfortunately we live in a world, and markedly so in the west, where whenever someone who either justifiably so or more often than not hasn’t fittingly done so but all the same has lived in the spotlight of the public’s eye inevitably as is the fate of us all shuffles off his or her mortal coils there are always elements within our respective societies that instinctively and massively go into overdrive with their demonstrably questionable hyperboles of veneration in relation to these individuals that have passed away. And whenever this occurs and my ears are repetitively and jarringly bombarded with these invariably disingenuous but thoroughly seemingly must be said posthumous and orally-specified glorifications pertaining to those who have died it rather intuitively and vividly reminds me of a humorous but pertinent conversation I interestingly had with a white Barbadian friend of mine – yes we do have a long and very well established white population on our island – former teaching colleague and the then Deputy Headmistress – she would subsequently become the Head when the white Caucasian English Headmistress retired and subsequently returned to West Sussex in England where she originated from – of a Barbadian state girls’ grammar school we obviously taught at in Barbados.



This particular conversation took place at a mutual friend’s funeral which we both attended in Barbados during which my teacher colleague and friend privately remarked to me in the church during the eulogy to our mutual and departed friend that she personally was always somewhat wary of attending funerals, not out of any lack of respect for the deceased, but chiefly because as she sat in her pew on such occasions and enforcedly in many cases had to listen to the very detailed and posthumous oration or eulogy given on behalf of the individual who’d passed on and that frequently she had known extremely well and generally for several years, she couldn’t help wondering at times if those who were acclaiming that person in the way they were doing were actually talking about the same individual that she knew, or if perhaps absent-mindedly or by mistake she had attended the wrong funeral, since her recollections of that person and those of the persons lauding that individually were often diametrically opposed to each other.



Very much like me my dear teaching friend who preferred to be spoken of as we both really were warts and all and one of the principal reasons why from the very outset of our first ever meeting at that grammar school in Barbados where we jointly worked we literally got on like a house on fire with each other and subsequently maintained a close personal bond of friendship that was rock-solid and unshakeable, my friend adamantly declared to me that on her death she wanted no eulogies and would give specific instructions to her Anglican priest - we were both High Church, Church of England adherents – that there was absolutely to be none performed at her funeral irrespective of whenever in the future that occurred.



Sadly this truly amazing, charmingly outstanding and inimitable Bajan lady is no longer alive; and as she requested of me many years after that aforementioned church conversation we had that I would be present at her funeral no matter where in the world I was when she died as she knew then she was dying of cancer, humorously indicating but with a serious edge to it that she wanted me to be present to personally intervene and forestall any planned eulogies or whatever else of the kind that others might misguidedly have in mind, her words, on the occasion of her passing. I laughed but seriously gave her my word that I would do as she asked even if it meant my being excommunicated as a communicant. They wouldn’t dare do that to you she playfully responded.



Returning to England where I customarily lived and worked my friend and I continued to keep regularly in touch with each other through letters and phone calls. However as fate would have it I was visiting Barbados on a habitual vacation and to see relatives and friends there when my friend positively answered that final celestial trumpet call from the angels summoning her to her Heavenly home and permanent residence with her Lord, Creator and Master.



On the day that I arrived back in Barbados I immediately went to see her at her home having previously informed her from England that I would be back on the island and also acquainting her with the date and the time of my arrival. At her house and thoroughly pleased to see and be with each other again we had a whale of a time chatting about all sorts and reminiscing as well about our teaching days together and much more. Eventually I left her home late that evening and contemplatively drove the five miles distance to my own in the adjoining northern parish of Barbados where hers was located; and on getting there I gave her a call as she insisted I did to let her know I’d got home safely. We ended that phone call wishing each other a congenial goodnight and my promising to see her again soon and her responding: “God willing!”



That was the very last I saw of or heard from her alive as she died peacefully that night in her sleep. On good terms with her parish priest as I was and had been for years I reminded him of our friend’s wish not to have a eulogy or any posthumous oration at her funeral. His immediate response was to burst into spontaneous laughter then quickly explaining himself said that she had made her wishes explicitly clear to him and had even warned him that if he was to disobey them she would come back and regularly haunt him. He laughed again obviously in very fond remembrance of her exact words to him.



“You knew her as well as I did,” he remarked shortly afterwards, “so you will know that she always kept her promises!” We both laughed in fond recollection of this peerless lady whom we both knew, deeply loved, greatly admired and comprehensively respected and always shall. Naturally at her massively attended funeral there were no eulogies or posthumous orations for our departed friend with the packed church and those outside attentively listening to the relay of the funeral service over the loudspeaker system because there was physically no room for them inside the church bursting out into natural and unconstrained laughter which was quickly followed by spontaneous and very sustained applause when the priest explained to this large congregation why there would be none.



I don’t know what your specific instructions regarding your funeral are Ronnie Corbett but I’ll take my chances of being haunted by you and fittingly eulogize you and your achievements in this poem and article that I’ve written in rapt commemoration of you. And to those of you who ask why it was that Ronnie Corbett wasn’t knighted long ago my response to that is simply this: “Why haven’t these totally divisive, nepotistically ingrained and noticeably spuriously driven, rarely ever awarded on any sort of merit or deserving cause and demonstrably corrupt to the core of their existence, so-called honours not been abolished long ago? And frankly as far as I’m concerned Ronnie you didn’t miss out on anything there!”

The vicissitudes of unbridled stupidity!
12:39 Apr 01 2016
Times Read: 235




By Stanley Collymore



One of the many unacceptable yet commonplace features

of humanity that unfortunately like so many others that

are profoundly embedded in the individual psyche of

seemingly normal men and women and even avidly

cultivated by multitudes of them; whereupon they

unite to besmirch, debase and perilously impede

the very minds that play host to them and that

in times of their own adversity render them

the solace and reassurances they crave and that enable

them to bounce back again, is rank stupidity! Proof

positive, if any were ever truthfully needed, that

although at times caught off-balance, made to

hurt and even quite seriously wounded the

vicissitudes of stupidity and its stalwart

guardians continuously somehow and

inevitably all the same still manage

to ensure that stupidity stays very

much alive and disappointingly

is never in fact placed in any

real danger of ever being

expectantly made dead!



© Stanley V. Collymore

1 April 2016.



Author’s Remarks:

It’s most apt on this April Fool’s Day I believe that this consciously arrived at and unapologetically expounded here motivation of mine is calculatedly targeted at all the psychologically sick, pathetic and dementedly evil Zionists everywhere and particularly those that sickeningly run my country, the United Kingdom in whatever capacity that they’re ineffectually and excessively involved in doing so; as well as the substantial numbers of mindless, intellectually challenged, easily manipulated, sycophantic and cap-doffing camp followers eagerly acting as the Useful Idiot foot soldiers for these vile morons and their perceived “social betters.”



Both categories of these distinct and completely detrital elements, which they patently are, and farcically delude themselves into thinking they’re supposedly of our species Homo sapiens, but who I have nothing but the utmost and unceasing contempt for.