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By Stanley Collymore



Another year will soon be gone as optimistically those

who want to forget the tragedies and self-inflicted

calamities of this outgoing one welcomingly

beckon a new one in its place; but as these

pre-planned celebrations transpire and

festively explode with much hoped

for celebrations, what guarantees are there that

come the 31 December of the incoming New

Year that people wouldn’t have learnt any

lessons in the interim; and then, will be

ruefully glancing back and rather as

it happens, dejectedly ruminating

that for all their cherished good

natured optimism and great

cheer, 2016 unfortunately

was really no different

from other preceding

and adverse years?



© Stanley V. Collymore

31 December 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

The world is in turmoil and incredibly as it seems those who are directly and personally responsible for the terrible mess that we’re in unsurprisingly like the purblind morons that they are and seemingly oblivious or else uncaring of the cataclysmic state of affairs they’ve inconceivably fashioned and asininely carry on with, rather than sensibly climb out of the hole they’ve created, caused us to be in and likewise stop hindering and allow the rest of us to do the same, they nevertheless like the dead-beat imbeciles that they are, and frankly that’s putting it mildly, relentlessly carry on with their incomprehensible and utterly catastrophic digging!



Die Welt ist in Aufruhr und unglaublich, wie es scheint, die, die direkt und persönlich für die heilloses Durcheinander verantwortlich sind, die wir in überraschend wie die blöden Idioten, die sie sind, und scheinbar nichts sonst gefühllos der katastrophalen Lage der Dinge sie unvorstellbar haben sind fashioned und asininely weiter mit, anstatt sinnvoll aus dem Loch, das sie geschaffen haben zu klettern, uns veranlasst, in sein und ebenso aufhören zu behindern und lassen Sie den Rest von uns das gleiche zu tun, sie doch wie die dead-Beat-Dummköpfe, dass sie sind, und ehrlich gesagt, das ist noch milde ausgedrückt, unerbittlich weiter mit ihrer unverständlichen und absolut katastrophalen Graben!

By Stanley Collymore



Why should I now, of all occasions, start believing a solitary

word you’re presently saying to me, when throughout the

entirety of this personal relationship that you and I have

been intimately engaged in you’ve never once, as I’ve

subsequently and most hurtfully found out, told me

the truth about anything; and your demonstrably

pathological lying: transparently endemic,

systematic in every respect and, furthermore,

very symptomatic of a serious character

failing on your part, I suspect, is to

say the very least on this rather

dispiriting and unpleasant

subject matter quite

embarrassing

for me?



For to be absolutely frank with you this odd behaviour of

yours wasn’t something that I expected from someone

who I happened to fall deeply and passionately in

love with in the way I had done with you; and

who seemingly, both keenly and of her own

volition, optimistically assured me with

every pulsating emotion you could

possibly muster that the love I

unequivocally had and furthermore so positively

demonstrated for you was equally conjoined,

you winningly imparted to me, with your

own indefatigably strong, reciprocally

transmitted and solidly committed

love decisively possessed of a

longevity of its very own.

How on earth then I ask

myself couldn’t I have

seen this coming or,

more to the point,

possibly have

gotten it all

so terribly

wrong?



© Stanley V. Collymore

30 December 2015.



Author’s Remarks:

We’re well into the festive season and while I’m sure that no mature and responsible person would care either intentionally or indirectly to impinge on the pleasurable pursuits of others, whatever these may consensually be, consensual none the less is the operative word here I think, and to that I would also add an informed consensus between those directly involved. You wouldn’t be that enamoured if I went to the travel agents and bought first class tickets for my Partner and me to spend whatever time we felt like, of our own choosing, in Barbados and then had the bill for our flights to and from that Caribbean island paradise as well as all the extra costs of our sojourn there unwarrantedly and without your knowledge or financial consent fully paid for by you, would you?



A hypothetical question being posed I know as neither I nor my other half would ever contemplate having freebees from anyone as we’re both perfectly capable of meeting our own financial arrangements and have always done so, not that you knew that but I’m telling you all the same to forcefully hammer home the point that I’m making. With intrinsically personal relationships, and that most unquestionably includes sexual ones, comes responsibilities. So shag all you want, these festivities or at any other time you wish to and good luck to you as long as it isn’t rape! But while my Partner who is German and pays her taxes and National Insurance in her native country, I’m British and most of mine are and have for decades now been paid understandably in my home country of Britain.



And what I’m saying is, that in the same way you wouldn’t want me billing you for the pleasure that my Partner and I have in Barbados I most certainly in a country, and I’m referring to the United Kingdom, where illegitimacy has gone through the roof and is now quite prevalent across the board and includes very underage participants – children giving birth to children – while I don’t mind, as I never have done, paying my fair whack towards the upkeep of my country and ostensibly yours as well, I sure as hell don’t see why I should carry on and furthermore have that burden grotesquely increased, and upwards to 18 years after that lustful event, for somebody else’s irresponsible and licentious sexual pleasure when on the other hand I’m personally behaving myself in that regard as responsible as any human being possibly can!



I want to see Britain genuinely proud as a nation but of positive things; not as the global capital of paedophilia, sexual bullying and even associated murder, coupled with rampant bastardy across the board among other disreputable and heinous things; regardless of whom or what age groups are involved. And I make no apologies whatsoever for making those remarks.

By Stanley Collymore



People usually prefer to gossip a lot about hypothetical

relationships without really expending much if any

serious thought at all to what they’re actually

doing, or for that matter, even for a solitary

moment, bothering to consider the likely

outcome of their speculative musings,

let alone constructively contemplate

on the possible ramifications of their bewildering actions:

namely, what they’re casually, usually quite senselessly

and indefensibly thinking and saying whenever they

glibly, irresponsibly and uniformly, basically for

emphasis sake effectively, talk about emotions

that they either amorously or might otherwise

carnally feel obliged to and then purposely

and wantonly, as their first and only

hopeful move, attribute to love.



Yet most bizarrely and quite ironically too those who’re

the most clamorous and readily given to pontificating

at every turn on, doing so in contradiction of their

own dismal and wholly ineffective situations

in relation to love itself and, moreover,

invariably taking to openly, unasked

for and noticeably ad nauseum

expressing their subjective

and basically off-limits views about love relative

to others whose personal circumstances they’re

barely cognizant of if at all familiar with, are

the very ones who’ve no problem it seems

in arbitrarily deeming it their inalienable

right and specific duty to automatically

deliver allegedly expert advice and

assistance on how all those other

persons should in conformity

amorously manage their

own individual lives.



Seeking genuine expert guidance in relation to a love

difficulty whether this has been occasioned through

unadulterated innocence, gullibility, exasperating

frustration or scrupulously nurtured ignorance

is one thing; however, having unwarranted

counsel, from whatever source, recklessly

thrust down the throats of others who’re

willingly, or more fittingly coercively, prepared to

accept such actions or not is another matter and

mustn’t be tolerated let alone succumbed to

in any condition. For it’s your life, and

proper and requested advice aside if

and when you genuinely need it,

to determine how you live it is

therefore and should always

be your resolutely decided

and sole decision alone;

personal and likewise

quite embarrassing

mistakes made

indisputably

included!



For if at the spurious behest of others you wilfully

choose to disallow yourself the right to be who

you really are in all matters precisely relating

to yourself and afterwards to submissively,

specifically and quite significantly too

be doing so in relation to all affairs

pertaining to love; what is the

point then of pretending that you honestly know

what love is all about when effectively there’d

be no reality to any of that or anything else

you’re either thinking or actually saying?

Since, in effect, this unsound redoubt

of yours will inevitably render you

as nothing more than a sinisterly

predetermined, considerably

controlled and, unhappily

as it’ll surely turn out

to be, a discernibly

vulnerable, and

an enormously

unsuspecting

and a most

obliging

human

robot!



© Stanley V. Collymore

29 December 2015.





Author’s Thoughts:

Regardless of whom you are or how clever you consider yourself to be no one person or even a collective of such individuals have the full mastery of love, and in my opinion never will. For love is as complex a subject matter as any specific subject matter could ever be, since it impacts in a diversity of ways, at some time or other, on every aspect of our human emotions whether we intend for this to be the case or not.



That said, there are certain guidelines one should follow, plus the genuine acknowledgement too that comes from learning from mistakes personally made or that one has observed others having made, and through those processes ensuring that you successfully get through if not managing however to fully master the complexities of love. So if anyone should in earnest tell you that they know all about love or have the answers to love’s multifaceted problems, just politely ask them to go and see a good psychiatrist.



However, for all that, I’d much prefer the complexities of love any day of the week than the mundane aspects of a situation where you knew precisely how things will turn out and everything will be completely immersed in blanket conformity. Personally, I can’t think of anything more boring. But then each to his or her own!

By Stanley Collymore



It’s not vital that you wear your Christianity on

your sleeve in order to perceive that you’re

a child of God or a good and practising

Christian. Nor is it a necessity for you

to proselytize your faith on what is

basically a far-fetched assumption,

namely that if you fail to do so,

and what’s more aren’t seen to be doing this on

a regular basis such a perceived negligence

will perchance on your part prove to be

the nemesis of your accepted religion,

spiritual emancipation and your

concrete and meaningful

accord with God.



Trust me! You couldn’t be more wrong; for neither

the Christ in you nor God Himself would want

or expect for you to be nothing more than a

religious salesperson: super or otherwise,

but would rather prefer that you live

your particular life with honesty,

compassion and a scrupulous

willingness to lend a helping hand to those who’re

worse off than you are and maybe in desperate

need of your support; combined with the

explicit understanding and complete

recognition that the life you lead

and the person you ultimately

become aren’t due to the vagaries of fate

or some celestial, orchestrated master

plan but very much the freedom of

choice that was accorded to you

by God Almighty, when you

were born. And the caring

Creator and most loving

Father He undoubtedly

is, His main concern

therefore is that you

in return, use this

designated gift

constructively

and wisely!



©Stanley V. Collymore

23 December 2015.





Author’s Thoughts:

I was brought up in a practising, High Church Anglican, Christian family and community. Christened a fortnight after I was born I regularly attended church and by the age of eleven had played a number of meaningful roles in the congregation of my church from choirboy, Sunday school pupil, altar server to communicant and even that of god-parent.



My religion, family and cultural upbringing are the indestructible bedrock of core values that from birth have profoundly shaped my life and still do. No proselytizing or religious zealot me I even so exist comfortably and assuredly in the Castle of my conjoined Christian and ethical beliefs and which have always stood me in good stead when faced with particularly trying situations.



And the purpose of this poem isn’t to convert you or anyone else to Christianity or any other religious faith for that matter, less so to implant in you my moral concepts, which you don’t know of anyway, but simply to tell you if you didn’t already know or else give you a gentle reminder, if it has conveniently slipped your mind for whatever reason, that life is about choices. And since each of us who is psychologically sound in mind is still in possession of that freedom of choice accorded to everyone of us from birth, what decisions we make are our own and for which, successfully or disastrously so, we must ultimately face up to reality and take full responsibility at all times for them; either in this life or the next!



Have a Happy Christmas and a rewarding New Yea! And Very Best Wishes – Stanley V. Collymore, Snr.

By Stanley Collymore



Look Santa! I know perfectly well that it’s Christmas and

what you’re up to now are the sort of things that you

obviously delight in and most evidently, as well,

thoroughly enjoy doing; but just because it’s

your specific thing and loved by some

doesn’t mean that everyone similarly

wants to be actively engaged in or is even the least

tolerant of these very much quite inescapably in

your face and rather bullish shenanigans. And

therefore, cautiously putting it politely and

diplomatically, or as I rather prefer to do

candidly; when it comes to the latter

grouping of persons, then I most

determinedly, and decidedly,

count myself among them.



So in my case please do me and yourself at the same

time one great big favour and just bugger off! And

not because I abhor or for that matter personally

have anything whatever against Christmas per

se; for truthfully I very much to the contrary

contentedly and unhesitatingly do confess

to being an enthusiastic fan of old Noel;

and while my willingly admitting this

might appear odd as Hell to you in

the circumstances of what I’ve earlier been saying,

have none the less always and distinctly for me

been religiously and socially celebratory that

way. However, I do take a not unreasonable

exception to some obese and pensionable

person, absolutely nothing at all against

ageism mind just the droll incongruity

of the entire thing I readily confess,

dressed up in a ridiculous costume

of red and white rampaging across my roof in what

at best is obviously a most old-fashioned sleigh

pulled by a herd of discernibly hyperactive

reindeer. All well and good for the lot of

you and every likeminded person who

patently thinks that it’s a barrel fun.

That said though, when I checked

my individual situation with my

established insurance company,

Direct Line, I was explicitly

informed that any damage

caused either directly by

you Mr Santa Claus or

your reindeer just was

not covered by my

home contents or

any of the other

possessed by

me personal

insurance

policies.



© Stanley V. Collymore

22 December 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

I was seven years old when I had a falling out with Santa Claus that would become permanent. Earlier that year and having been exceedingly good throughout it, as I normally was, I wrote to Santa asking him if I could have a cricket bat engraved with the names of any of my three cricketing heroes – I’m a staunch cricket fan – the 3 Ws, Worrrell, Weekes and Walcott, or preferably all three of them if he could manage that.



I subsequently in return got a letter from Santa Claus promising me that he would fulfil my wish; and pleased as anyone could possibly be by the fact of knowing that a special wish of theirs would be forthcoming I couldn’t wait for the onset of Christmas, which was always a festive and religious season that I looked forward to and thoroughly enjoyed, to happen. Furthermore, this time I told family members and friends who asked me what I wanted them to get me for Christmas that the choice as usual was entirely theirs but they were not to get me a cricket bat as Santa Claus was already doing that.



But Christmas came and went, and while I got loads of presents from lots of people Santa Claus never delivered on his promise nor did he bother to send me an explanation for what he did, or more fittingly didn’t do. So instead I wrote him a terse letter telling him what I thought of him and calling him a miserly prat. He must have taken umbrage to that but I didn’t care and readily forgot all about him.



Fast forward to my early adulthood and Santa Clause with his reindeer recommenced driving his sleigh over the roofs of whatever home I was living in; ridiculous really as none of them ever had any chimneys, a specific thing with me. And with good reason! I’m a staunch environmentalist and eschew polluting the atmosphere with the residue from fossil fuels and instead opted for insulated lofts, solar panel roofs and state of the art central heating, so there were no chimneys attached to any of my homes for this rotund man to embarrassingly climb down, than Heavens! Nevertheless, he made up for that with his dry runs; with him accompanied by his reindeer creating an unholy din over my roof tops I must say!



Thankfully, all this happened prior to Christmas itself, which as it happens in my case I never spend in Britain; as I’d long discovered, coming not long after my initial altercation with Santa that there isn’t just the one Santa Claus but a franchise of them with their own specific jurisdiction, and judiciously I make absolutely sure each year that I’m out of the jurisdiction of that Santa Claus who cocked it up for me all those years ago.



And so this poem, drawing on my own experience as a child, is written for and dedicated to all those who’ve been similarly hard done by an unforgivable Santa Claus or who are simply agnostic about them. And remember this; I got over my disappointment and so will you! Meanwhile, have a cracking Christmas all of you.

By Stanley Collymore



Mein Kampf was the spiritual, psychological, societal

and natural representation of the German people

collectively, and the longed for regeneration

of their dignity and pride in themselves

once more after the intentionally

humiliating terms, together

with their coldblooded imposition, of the Treaty

of Versailles settlement. And I see absolutely

nothing wrong with that or the apportioning

of blame appropriately to those who were

principally responsible for occasioning

this catastrophic s state of affairs so

callously, and quite noticeably in

the most relentlessly collective

punishment terms, somewhat

heinously and in an utterly

brusque and indifferent

stance, handed out to

the German nation.



And it’s high time then for contemporary

Germans and particularly all of their

children, who are essentially the

future of Germany, were thus

straightforwardly told the

honest truth about their

own country and not

the customary fantasy version that purports

to be the incontestable veracity of what

supposedly happened, and as a result

is corruptly orchestrated, peddled

and graspingly promulgated ad

nauseum by the international

cohorts of Yiddish Jewish

Zionists and their of one

mind western, declared

Christian evangelist

collaborators, and

manic obsessed

Armageddon

Crusaders.



© Stanley V. Collymore

21 December 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

The several relevant articles that I’ve gone to great lengths to painstaking publish today Monday 21 December 2015 prior to these specific tweets that will subsequently be followed by the poem that I’ve written for the occasion and is entitled: “Mein Kampf! The unrivalled solution to the malignant plague of Yiddish Zionism” and all of which can be seen on my personal twitter site www.twitter.com/DerAkademiker and my doing so, in specific respect of these articles, primarily to preclude my having to give a detailed explanation as to why I don’t think that Germany should be obliged to carry on wearing sackcloth and ashes for Europe’s holocaust when those countries that are most insistent that it does are some of the very worst abusers of human rights and anything that is remotely associated with civilized behaviour, ought to assist you as to why I take the stance that I have done consistently in relation to Germany and will carry on doing so until, though very unlikely, these major world hypocrite nations change their own double standards tune and not only own up to but also make significant and justifiable reparations and a genuine apology for the war crimes, crimes against humanity and the systematic abuse and genocide that they’ve persistently in the past and still brazenly even now in the 21st Century carry on committing.



The poem referred to previously has come in the wake of the German government and the teaching associations here in Germany contemplating the unbanning of Hitler’s autobiography Mein Kampf that is analogous to ludicrously shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted, for it’s an open secret here in Germany that practically every German family has a private copy of Mein Kampf that was handed down to family members by parents or grandparents who were around at the time of its open and widespread popularly and were themselves also avid supporters of Adolf Hitler and the Third Reich. From a personal perspective I’ve read it in its original German, the copy of a very close friend of mine whose father was a senior officer in the German Armed Forces during World War II and I can find nothing wrong with Mein Kampf; and unapologetically don’t mind saying so.



However, Germany after the end of World War II was forced by the victors to do lots of things it shouldn’t have been made to do and banning Mein Kampf was one of them to placate the Zionists. Now the German authorities want to reinstate it but for all the wrong reasons I think, as I don’t believe it should ever have been banned; and these revolve around using Mein Kampf purportedly as a vehicle to stop extremist behaviour; conveniently overlooking the fact that it certainly wasn’t Mein Kampf that initiated extremism in Germany in the first place but the humiliating Treaty of Versailles for one that was a major factor in this German equation. Anyway, here’s my take on the issue.



Germany has much that on sober reflection it can by no means or proffered excuses remotely feel proud about but these acts of inhumanity to others and heinous criminal activities generally pale into insignificance when set against the sadistic and entrenched barbarism of the United States of America, Britain France, Zionist apartheid Israel and Belgium for example, notwithstanding their own multitudinous and dastardly deeds with their own characteristic, longstanding and ongoing pernicious pedigree, nevertheless from the podium of their sanctimonious soapboxes still think they’ve an intrinsic, divine, exceptionalist and exclusive right to lecture other nations not only on how they should behave in every category relating to their own international and even their domestic activities but also are individually entitled to arrogate to themselves, reserve and utilize the right they accord themselves to determine how this is done as well as to arbitrarily punish any country that’s out of favour with them and which they subjectively consider to be conducting itself in an errant fashion. And moreover do so with the unilateral and self-indulgent power that they grant to themselves and without ever perceiving it necessary to provide irrefutable proof that what they say has any basis of truth about it, that what they’re doing is absolutely essential or has any legal foundations to it. A classic case in my view that people living in glass houses shouldn’t asininely throw stones at other peoples’ properties! Unfortunately however many western regimes including that of the United Kingdom are much too dumb to recognize the obvious.

By Stanley Collymore



Personally speaking and blatantly taking into consideration

where specifically I come from: that divine barbaric and

distinctly medieval-mindset, dictatorial Persian Gulf

Bantustan, Bantu Saudi that I proudly call home;

and given too my natural propensity when there

to normally and happily fornicate with camels,

a marked preference of my own that is itself

reinforced by my cultural and exceptional

religious upbringing in noticeable contrast, I must confess,

to having it off with women, since camels are usually

far more accommodating and mutually give one:

physically as well as psychologically, a much

more gratifying and profoundly fulfilling

ride when having coition with them

than either our own or women

generally, I do steadfastly

believe, are seriously

capable of, I must

also concede of

ever offering.



For in marked contrast to our beloved and inestimably

treasured romantic camels women are essentially

sub-humans and utterly worthless beings that

individually and collectively serve only the

one useful purpose in life that I together

with those who sensibly and patently

like-mindedly think like me rather

vigilantly perceive. And which is

to unchallengeably breed at our

masculine command or discretion, dutifully fulfilling

our requisite need to propagate the valued fruits of

our loins which unhappily we males can’t do on

our own, and thus produce more male gender

offspring who will automatically be by far

infinitely superior to and much greater in

worth understandably than any opposite

sex siblings they might unfortunately

find themselves lumbered with, as

will also be the case with all females generally that they

later encounter. Assertively laying the foundations

then in this protected, comfortable and, in every

aspect of their controlling lives, privileged

environment for these sons to expectantly,

firstly as immensely pampered boys like

their fathers were, then subsequently

and arrogantly morph into the sick

wahhabi guardians of an obscene

misogynistic, sinisterly wicked

barbarically monstrous and

medieval-mindset society.



And predictably it’s unsurprising then that these male wahhabi

practising and utterly degenerate scum who from birth were

premeditatedly, deeply and incorrigibly ingrained with a

locally widespread supportive and officially Bantustan

sanctioned intolerance towards, open disdain for and

the brutal repression of women who are decidedly

categorized not as equals or even fellow human

beings but to a large extent as the expendable

possessions of these pompous, self-centred

and domineering men; that when abroad

in obscenely money grabbing and sycophantic countries like

the United Kingdom where the powers that be are clearly

hell-bent, and at any cost, on getting their manky and

acquisitive hands on the oil money of any of these

full of themselves morons who are suitably well

heeled and associated with the latter knowing

this, it’s observable that they will continue

to conduct themselves to all women as

they usually do at home, and in the absence of appropriate

camels to sexually bed and consequently appease their

unbridled promiscuity will happily become rapists

instead, knowing full well that the said powers

that be, enthusiastically complicit with the

corporate media and quite significantly

even the domestic legal system and

the state judiciary will obligingly

coalesce to brazenly exculpate

their manifest and deeply

repugnant criminality!



© Stanley V. Collymore

19 December 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

Rape by any astute discernment is a most reprehensible crime physically and psychologically regardless of whom the perpetrator is, the circumstances in which the rape was carried out, or the victim, of whatever gender, to whom this monstrous travesty is barbarously inflicted on and should therefore be legally punished with the utmost severity. That is the rule of thumb of all civilized countries. Britain however that likes to consider itself as being a part of this cultured community has however lamentably departed from it and de facto introduced a get out clause for rapists but only if they’re exceedingly wealthy and have the right connections financially.



And that get out clause expressly stipulates that no British court or more fittingly no English ones, will find such appropriate rapists guilty if they can claim, however bizarrely and unconvincingly, that they didn’t effectively carry out that rape but that it was all down to their recalcitrant penis acting entirely, independently and insubordinately of its very own accord and wilfully penetrated the female in question. In other words penises are now legally recognized in England to have minds of their own that enable them to rather independently of their owners successfully and with a most astonishing precision embark on the flawless directional penetration of any obligatory vagina.



A brilliant development undoubtedly; but even so and advisedly as well you shouldn’t be too keen to try this new formula out if you’re Black, of some other ethnic minority or even white and from a council estate environment irrespective of whether you’re innocent or not of the offence with which you’re charged, for on much closer scrutiny this conspicuously Orwellian and Animal Farm situation is actually quite one-sided to whom it specifically addresses itself to and therefore from a distinctly English legal perspective its very much a case of “Some Penises are more important than Others!”

By Stanley Collymore



Physically beautiful, exceedingly intelligent and discerningly

clever with it too, you are the authentic epitome of what

graceful femininity and appealing womanhood were

originally intended to be and veritably and quite

absolutely are themselves actually all about.

Yet notwithstanding these outstandingly

impressive qualities rather than you

taking to boastfully shouting out

the odds about them as other and considerably less

endowed females who in reality have little either

to be conceitedly proud of and much less so be

overbearingly full of themselves about; you,

meanwhile, exquisitely demure, inwardly

constant, emotionally and contentedly

assured in terms of yourselves and

also what you’ve practically and

positively been doing in your

daily dealings with others including foreigners

alien to your way of living have nevertheless

in this ongoing and civilized process that

you’ve so elegantly and competently

mastered with the skilled maturity

no less that you view the world

generally while painstakingly

carrying on constructively

with what you have so

consciously and quite

purposefully settled

for and afterwards

embarked upon.



And all this conjoined with your conspicuously unpretentious

and proverbially cool as a cucumber manner towards and

observations on life that aren’t only a discernible credit

to the deservedly proud Germanic nation to which

you intrinsically belong but also aptly showcase

the marvellous, truly amazing, as well as the

unrestricted and continuous procession of

peerless and accordingly incomparable

German women who’re robust in their vivacity, pleasurably

spirited in matters of romance, enormously sophisticated

sexually and bewitchingly furnished with the inbuilt

and explosive capability to initially prudently but

thereafter when absolutely sure in their mind

tempestuously and unconditionally love,

and in doing so permit themselves to be totally loved

in return. In more poignant words the unmistakable

and unparalleled elucidation of these supremely

perfect and so characteristically exhilarating

German women; and how very fortunate

for me in my specific circumstances to

then find that I was, to say the least,

resplendently invigoratingly and

reciprocally amazing in terms

of my good fortune as well,

intensely and completely

rather delightfully and

permanently in love

with one of them!



© Stanley V. Collymore

17 December 2015.



Author’s Remarks:

For all of age German females generally but most specifically the exceedingly charming, loving and truly memorable German ladies who at one time or another featured prominently in my life. My deepest, enduring and sincerest thanks to you all wherever you now are. Interestingly, why live an ordinary life when you could lead an extraordinary one? And it’s a certainty you incomparable and beautiful German females already know how to do the latter!

By Stanley Collymore



Deserted and callously abandoned by you because

you cowardly didn’t have the guts or gumption

to stand up to your domineering parents and

courageously tell them that it’s your life

and therefore you’ve every right to live

it as you thought fit and perceptibly

without the kind of unwarranted

interference they’d been subjecting you to; and not only

expecting but also unremittingly demanding too that

you submissively and uncomplainingly reined in

your natural feelings for me by unemotionally

and as they apparently saw it pragmatically

and intentionally supplanting these with

social-climbing and most particularly

financially-motivated ambitions in

which love consciously wasn’t allowed to play any part

whatsoever, even when as was perfectly well known

the specified and calamitous outcomeof this cold-

blooded and unnatural union was unmistakably

guaranteed to engender at its best what was a

noticeable dilemma and at its worst, and not

so smart, a suppressed but all the same an

intensely troubled and distinctly broken

heart. However, notwithstanding that

you none the less still calculatingly

went ahead with what had been

resolved and that you would

compliantly be doing, and

in the process effectively

and quite literally killed

off the enormous store

of love that I had for

you stone cold dead!



© Stanley V. Collymore

15 December 2015.





Author’s Thoughts:

Throughout the 19th century it was quite commonplace for the feckless daughters of well-heeled, vaingloriously assertive and social-climbing Americans to be married off to the sons of the significantly impoverished so-called British aristocracy. A manifestly symbiotic relationship where the American half of these contrived unions got the purported social standing they craved and the British for their part got the money that they were after. And in 21st Century Britain many of those swaning around with their pretentious, discernibly ludicrous and quite risible to those that intelligently observe them airs and graces of class “superiority” owe their very existence to this calculatingly exercised prostitution - for that’s what it really amounted to – by these, shall we say, alleged ancestors bearing in mind the strong prevalence of the art of cuckolding of these males British aristos by several of these American imports who invariably didn’t marry for love or with any passion attached to these marital arrangements but in the adulterous stakes were to put it bluntly absolute thoroughbreds. And why I instinctively see these British toffs as essentially a load of bastards both literally and figuratively. Couldn’t resist that! The caste of females for these British aristos may have altered somewhat but isn’t it just amazing how some things in life continue to remain constant?



So why am I writing this poem? Well the genesis for it goes back some two decades. I had decided to return to full time study from my teaching because I wanted to train as a journalist and so took an extended sabbatical for this. And at the outset of my journalistic training I met a Black Barbadian female who was also on the course. Other than our common Bajan ancestry and the fact that she came from the same region of Barbados that my parents and a number of my relatives living in Barbados emanated from she was a truly good sport and we got on tremendously well and became firm friends. I also learnt that she had recently got engaged and the lucky guy was from the British aristocracy who I also met and became friends with. Anyway I learnt from both of them during one of our several conversations that from the perspective of his parents it hadn’t been all been plain sailing. Essentially when their relationship started to get serious he contacted his parents as he had long left home and told them he’d met this wonderful young lady and how much she meant to him. Like all interested parents his had asked to meet the young female who was his girlfriend then and suggested that he bring her to the family home. He mentioned this to his girlfriend and as she had no objection whatsoever to this it was agreed that they would go and visit his parents on a mutually agreed weekend, which they did. They arrived in the dead of night as the journey had been a long one from where they were, were let into the family home by one of the servants and because of the hour went straight to bed. So the first that his parents would see of this Bajan girl was when she was summoned down to breakfast by him the next morning.



Fast forward and the humorous account of what transpired we occasionally recount when we meet up each other. Everything is going swimmingly for them now they’re married and have a family of their own. But apparently you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife when this beautiful and absolutely graceful black female appeared for breakfast and met her boyfriend’s parents for the very first time. I asked him why he didn’t mention to his mum and dad that his intended was Black to which he promptly replied that sine he wouldn’t have been expected to state that she was white if that was her racial status he didn’t see any need for doing so because his girlfriend was Black; and since this guy quite frankly didn’t then and still to this day doesn’t have a solitary racist bone in his entire body I could see, understand and appreciate where he was coming from.



Several years later when I moved to Germany to live and work there just about 14 months after I’d been in the country I quite accidentally met this absolutely gorgeous female who subsequentlay became my Partner. Nothing untoward in that as pleasurable accidents do happen, but when we somehow coincidentally seem to keep bumping into each other at the same place something concrete had to be done about that and it quite satisfactorily was. Three months after that and with us mutually seeing quite a lot of each other she asked if I would like to spend the upcoming Easter at her parents’ home in the country. I asked her if she was quite sure about that as I hadn’t previously met them because she and I lived in different parts of Germany from them, to which she responded: “Of course! Why else would I ask you?” I smiled but she could sense that something was circulating through my head that I hadn’t mentioned. And in her frank manner she literally told me to spit it out. So I related the story and experience of my Bajan friend; she saw the funny side of it and assured me that outspoken as she’d got to know I was there wouldn’t be any altercations with her family as they already knew who and what I was, and even if they didn’t it wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference to them.



The Easter holiday was fantastic, a gathering of the family clan as it were, and my hosts were quite superb. And what better environment could two people very much in love with each other actually want? However as we strolled through the grounds of the family estate, came to this splendid lake that formed a part of it and sat down surveying the picturesque scene before us and contrasting the difference in reactions to what my Bajan friend had initially received on meeting her future in-laws and our own position I thanked her and told her how grateful I was for all that had happened. She smiled warmly and reciprocated my feelings adding that the only worry and fleetingly so initially was that I would head back to England for Easter and not taken up her invitation. I explained that wasn’t an option but jokingly queried what she would do had I done so? “I would have considered your behaviour most unbecoming and thoroughly unforgivable,” she laughed. Hence the title of this poem and consciously looking at it from an entirely different perspective than our own. For I instinctively knew what my partner meant and gave her a massive hug. Well what else do you want to know as it’s none of your business what transpired after that? So there!



And although these two specific relationships I’ve mentioned here in these tweets are functioning as admirably as we could ever have wished them to I know that there are many of you out there not as fortunate as we are and who haven’t the willpower to take your destiny into your own hands and map the course of your own lives; and hopefully what you’ve read here will give you the courage to do so. And at this Christmas season of goodwill: “Have a Happy Christmas and a rewarding New Year!”

By Stanley Collymore



Debenhams like every other company, whether commercial

or otherwise, has an inalienable right to appoint whoever

it wants to award is promotional campaigns to, as well

as determine the material content that it consciously

and premeditatedly in these endorsement, or more

aptly stated propaganda, ads implants to basically

represent the purported public image of the said

company, the products it sells, or the services

which it either provides or promotes. But

not dissimilar from the hubristic and self-publicizing individual,

and importantly one who is somewhat obsessively quite full

of himself or herself, such intentional actions do none the

less demand, and should indisputably also carry certain

specified responsibilities, and especially so when that

persona is deliberately bandied about in the public

arena: truth and the recognition of reality not the

least amongst them. Requirements that clearly

shouldn’t be overlooked or evaded if those

concerned either individually and most

undeniably so corporately, have any

concept of their responsibility or

even the slightest modicum of

maturity, common or garden

decency or any plausible

credibility about them.



Debenhams a high street store in the United Kingdom, and

somewhat vaingloriously and most markedly ludicrously

and laughably self-publicizing itself as some kind of a

treasured and national icon, has depressingly, most

offensively and with racist intent deliberately but

oh so asininely in this spurious process readily

circumvented even the most basic protocols

that in the given circumstances that it has

foolishly placed itself in, and were one

so imprudently disposed to persuade

themselves not to notice or be hoodwinked into thinking that

Debenhams is even remotely what it exaggeratedly claims

to be, that transitory moment of unrepressed insanity on

the duped observer’s part would instantaneously and

permanently be resolved and promptly depart on

intelligently learning of the authentic veracity

pertaining to and elaborately coupled with

the devious shenanigans engaged in by

Debenhams, which are self-servingly

introduced and similarly dishonestly directed by its

bosses and salaried advisers: moral losers to the

umpteenth degree all of them, bereft of logic

and additionally as any person gifted with

a conscience and fully cognizant of the

patently duplicitous carryings-on at

Debenhams would previously have

recognized, as being principally

deficient of an apparent moral

compass together with the

visible non-existence of

even the deception of

an individual or any

collective integrity.



Otherwise how else can any authentic and seriously

minded person not only with a fully-fledged and

energetically functioning conscience but who

is similarly in total possession of a genuine

moral compass and moreover has it fine

tuned and properly switched on, make

any appropriate sense of, rationally

explain or much less so remotely

attach any credence whatever to

what Debenhams is corruptly,

meretriciously, revoltingly,

exceedingly unethically,

quite intentionally and

moreover has clearly

and demonstrably

small mindedly

as well, vilely

determined

to embark

on doing?



For commercially inspirational icon, although in reality

it’s far from being any such thing, as the asinine and

brain-dead bosses at or the lowlife, tawdrily inept

but all the same extortionately avaricious “spiv”

advisors to Debenhams risibly see this high

street company as or not, only the inane,

those who’re delusionally, and happily

so it would seem in their bitter state

of make believe and additionally

entrenched in an 18th and 19th Century respectively

mindset quite prevalent at the time and before

any of those concerned were conceived let

alone born, or else are so conspicuously

blind that they cheerlessly fail to see

that the United Kingdom isn’t and

honestly historically never was –

the spontaneous conclusion of

several millennia of ongoing

immigration - or is it significantly ever likely to be,

as those associated with Debenhams ludicrously

think it rightfully should become and hence

unpardonably espouse – to distinctly be

the restricted and untouchable domain

to be set aside for, and exclusively

assigned to white Caucasians of

the alleged “Master Race.” To

which I say to these pillocks

who manage Debenhams,

and like minded morons

like them: “Dream on!”



© Stanley V. Collymore

14 December 2015.





Author’s Comments:

On Thursday December 10, 2015 Debenhams took out a full colour front page advertisement - I invite you to see it for yourself – with the London Metro a freebie newspaper to the public but is otherwise well connected politically and commercially with the Zionist far right in the UK and beyond, and distributed nationally across England at least. Furthermore and quite predictably it’s regularly featured, in the Metro; on the Rupert Murdoch owned Sky News and additionally and without fail is prominently every night routinely highlighted as well on Sky News Press Preview slot that comes on air every night directly after the 10pm news has finished at 10.30 pm and lasts for the next half hour. A routine that is repeated ad nauseum at the end of each subsequent news segment and every time lasts for its half hour duration. So quite an exposure for the London Metro and Debenhams, or more appropriately in the case of the latter the views of those who run this company, and who undoubtedly are quite cognizant of this, and therefore where better to push and actively promote their subliminal and pernicious bigoted messages.



So having read my poem and during that process taking into consideration too the old maxim that people should be judged by the company they regularly and happily keep it would be most remiss then of me not to append the same axiom to Debenhams. And for me it isn’t about one repulsive advertisement authorized by Debenhams that provoked this poem but a gross accumulation of racist conditioning and insider whistleblower information passed on to me and which are coupled with my own astute discernment of what I’ve seen personally for myself in relation to how others not of the white Caucasian kind have been treated by Debenhams and consequently have resulted in me now for several years ongoingly pledging to myself that whatever the circumstances or however acute these might be I won’t be seen dead in any branch of Debenhams let alone in any way reinforce their grasping, unconscionable or their pernicious racist propensities towards their own and markedly objectionable self-aggrandizement.



And as you mull over what I’ve said earlier I again invite you to consciously scrutinize that full page colour advertisement of Debenhams I previously made mention of and note the marked and conscious absence throughout that advertisement in what’s essentially a multi-ethnic Britain of anyone, from babes in arms to the elderly and of both genders, who isn’t white and Caucasian. Clearly in the ostensibly and oft-stated “Christian” United Kingdom and at a time of peace and goodwill to all mankind – moreover it might be worth mentioning at the very least and even appropriately stressing that additionally it could also serve as a most salutary exercise by reflecting on the true, historically authentic and not as has become so commonplace and beloved by those who infest the “leadership” of Debenhams and other likeminded nerds, the delusional and make believe racial origins of Jesus Christ and his parents – Debenhams’ bosses evidently have no such courteousness or common decency to dispense to others who don’t look like and moreover are staunchly considered to be inferior to them.



But typically they’ve not the slightest objections to these Niggers, Wogs, Sambos, Pakis, Half-Castes, Half-Breeds, Piccaninies or what other odious names they apply to these people shopping in Debenhams as money is the sole God of these talmudic-Zionists and wherever it comes from is immaterial, but other than that these sub-human types are perceived to serve no useful purpose at all. And who really cares if it’s Christmas? After all Jesus Christ is no longer who he originally was and transformationally is now an integral part, perhaps not religiously but most certainly commercially, of the sponging, privileged and well-heeled white Caucasian environment; and that’s how it must commercially and in every other profitable way unalterably remain. So why place sub-humans in a treasured Debenhams’ Christmas advertisement?



For those of you with convenient memories or who weren’t born then, Fords the motor car manufacturer did a similar asinine thing in 1990/91. Along with these tweets and my poem: “Debenhams the commercial Ku Klux Klan of the British high street”, I’ve also posted two highly relevant and contemporaneous articles by Advertising Age and the Independent Newspaper that reported on the insane Ford saga. A highly embarrassed Ford allegedly learnt valuable lessons it said at the time and grudgingly apologized after initially making a number of lame, unconvincing and downright lying excuses for those responsible for this racist faux pas at its Dagenham plant. Will Debenhams do the same? I won’t hold my breath on that one if I were you; I know I shan’t! For they haven’t a creditable ounce of integrity in them. Meanwhile, I shall resolutely carry on with my several years old personal boycott of Debenhams; but if those of you deemed by them as sub-humans want to keep on propping them up financially, quite frankly and no apologies from me, you’re most welcome to and evidently deserve each other!

By Stanley Collymore



You’re truly an amazing and quite outstanding person Erika,

richly and abundantly endowed with a superb brain and

thoughtful imagination that are themselves buttressed

by a natural and uncommon aptitude for discerning

and inspirational altruism which you liberally

dispense; employing this so naturally and

unpretentiously that those who either

personally and usually at firsthand

observe this exceptional discernment or else munificently

find themselves as quite deserving and most gratefully

so the chosen recipients of your debonair kindness

have all along and from the very start, without

question and similarly too with the utmost

commendation on their part, instinctively

recognized and fully accepted with a

noble grace and the rightful dignity

that it thoroughly deserves, what

you’ve always freely, cheerfully and willingly been

doing; and in return have chosen to inestimably

intersperse this with a reciprocal love and the

greatest of affection by them for someone

whom they readily cherish, hold in the

highest regard and perceptively see

as the hallowed beneficiary of an

undeniably Christian, friendly,

thoroughly welcoming and

prodigiously giving heart.



Compliments galore and in actuality many more justifiably

forthcoming and of which you’re not only absolutely and

indisputably deserving but also when examined either

independently or collectively are themselves, to say

the very least, quite compellingly awe-inspiring!

And set against your phenomenally impressive

background “Mein deutsches Liebchen” as

well as our longstanding relationship and reliable friendship

Erika are the quite obvious and indisputably well-founded

reasons affectionately expressed here and to send to you

on your special day my deep and sincerest greetings;

and additionally wish you good luck, continued

excellent health and furthermore exhort you,

as well, to extravagantly make the most

of your big day by specially having

a superbly exciting, personalized

however entirely fun-packed,

incomparable, truly out of

this world, excellent and

a memorable birthday!



© Stanley V. Collymore

11 December 2015.





Meine persoenlichen Gefuehle:

Fuer einem ganz besonderen Menschen in meinem Leben. Und gegen Ihre phaenomenal beindruckenden Hintergrund mein deutsches Liebchen sowie unsere langjaehrigen und vertrauensvollen Freundschaft Erika sind die fraglos fundierte Gruende hier zum Ausdruck, Ihnen an Ihrem speziellen Tag zu senden meine herzlichsten Gruesse und zusaetzlich wuenschen Ihnen viel Glueck gesetzt, weiterhim bester Gesundheit und darueber hinaus ermahne euch als auch zu aufwendig das Beste aus Ihrem Tag zu machen, indem er eine herrlich aufregend, erlebnisreichen und unvergesslichen Geburtstag!



Schliesslich meine Gedanken sind mit Ihnen, wie sie schon immer im Laufe der Jahre, seit ich dich kennenlernte. Und ich wuenche Ihnen natuerlich auch viele weitere Geburtstage in der Zukunft. Geniessen Sie Ihrem Geburtstag am 14. Dezember 2015 Erika!

By Stanley Collymore



Klug in German means clever and I should know because I’m

fluent in the language and that said there’s nothing clever

about one Adam Klug self-appointed spokesperson for

Momentum and endowed with a brain, questionable

by some including me, that would easily fit into a

gnat’s backside assuming, of course, that any

principled or decently-inclined gnat would

ever allow something like that to happen

and therefore is highly unlikely in the

circumstances. And why is Adam

Klug such a pillock? Genetically

motivated reasons account for

some of his congenital disabilities but in addition it’s a

perverse work of repellent art which this Dummkopf

assiduously labours on. For here we have a prized

prick, no matter what definitive box of lowlife

encompassing pillocks, prats, imbeciles, raw

assholes, sewer rats, verminous scumbags,

or plain purblind morons that you justly

might tick, and even then may perhaps

very well come up with further, and

justifiably apposite terminologies

which adequately complement,

fully sustain and furthermore

entirely irredeemably as it

also happens, preserves

the given status quo

that does comprise

the quite odious

Adam Klug.



This utterly slimy and disgusting slug who self-servingly wants with

his control freakism and compulsive self-publicizing, treacherous

Judas Iscariot thirty pieces of silver sell-out mindset – seriously

how much did you negotiate for Adam to these debased and

repellent, rightwing, pernicious and completely perfidious

death cult multinational corporations and the Military

Industrial Complex – coupled with his Trojan Horse,

I doubt very much if this ingrained pillock even

knows the symbolism of this, entryism agenda

foolishly attempting to exclude the ordinary,

bona fide and unquestionably courageous Labour Party members

and supporters who having weathered the murderous in more

ways than one Nazi, Tory-Zionist and execrably rapacious

years of utterly self-centred and hubristic party pimps

forcefully coming under the heading of the likes of

mass murderers Tony Blair, Gordon Brown and

Alastair Campbell: individually or combined

the visible embodiment of everything that

is Evil I call them, now colluding with

the likes of Tom Watson, no friend

of Jeremy Corbyn I swear to you

but rather is a very treacherous

backstabber and underhand

conspiratorial, nasty piece

of West Midlands shit,

now quite incredibly

finding themselves

the reckless urge

of idiotic Adam

Klug’s purge!



And this under the ludicrous, lying and dishonest pretext that they’re

entryists who supposedly want to take over the Labour Party – like

Tony Blair, Gordon Brown and the other vile Labtories did? –

which incidentally has all along been justifiably their party

and it’s mother fuckers like brain-dead Adam Klug that

are the interlopers and who want to return Labour in

their sick minds to the good old days under Tony

Blair. So treacherous MPs and insidious back-

stabbers of the party’s hugely democratically

elected leader Jeremy Corbyn must not,

according to Adam Klug as he pours

his heart and demented thoughts out to

the very media hell-bent on having Jeremy Corbyn crucified

and illicitly ousted – regime change is what these purblind

cunts are brilliant at whether abroad or here at home –

while the average run of the mill supportive Labour

member and supporter must either conform to

Adam Klug’s dictates or else be kicked out

of the Labour Party and debarred from

all constituency or HQ deliberations

and decision making; and simply

remain voting fodder. Parallel in its rank stupidity to if the

Black Civil Rights Movement joined forces with the Ku

Klux Klan and other white supremacist groups in the

United States; purportedly doing so they asininely

contend with the intention of improving the civic

liberties and human rights of Black Americans

and to affect this it was incumbent on them

and an absolute too to root out all Blacks

that didn’t submissively go along with

what they were self-centredly doing.

Doesn’t make sense at all to any

intelligent or sensible person;

but then I’m positive you’ll

quickly find that thought

controller Adam Klug

isn’t, by any stretch

of the imagination,

ever likely to be

amongst them!



© Stanley V. Collymore

9 December 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

I firmly believe that if the average British voter was like his counterpart in Germany given the opportunity and moreover assiduously and altruistically encouraged to see politics as what it’s actually meant to be a service to the community, constituencies and the country at large instead of being perceived as and furthermore actively and dishonestly encouraged to think and even forcefully believe that it’s a career job for life for grasping, self-serving and quite reprehensive politicians for the most part and that the voter is nothing more than a convenient tool and appropriate voting fodder in our fraudulent, unrepresentative and so-called democratic system to effectively bolster the perniciously avaricious and depraved self-serving ambitions of entirely demented apparatchik politicians that more people across the United Kingdom would be much more inclined to voluntarily as well as actively get involved in politics as they would have seen for themselves that politics was about them and not feathering the nest of a bunch of disreputable and deceitful charlatans masquerading most risibly as purported “honourable” men and women which these odious fuckers evidently aren’t!



And what is more we wouldn’t have these paltry turnouts at General Elections where a Nazi Tory Zionist and wholly unrepresentative regime for example can only muster 24% of the national vote where those who bothered to vote only accounted in total for approximately 33% of the overall total, become the government of the country, act as if it has a fucking mandate and then adding gross insult to the injury that has already been caused criminally carry on with what it’s doing regardless of what the electorate at large or the public generally think.



Those that supported Jeremy Corbyn’s bid for the Labour leadership, myself included, honestly did so I believe because they wanted fundamental political change across the board. Many of these people again like me had been bona fide members of the Labour Party but had left it following its infiltration and grotesque take over by Tony Blair and his crew who even had the audacity without even bothering to ascertain the views or the official consent of the party membership to change the party’s name. Yet for all that I don’t hear any of these hypocrites and vile purveyors of double standards stating as they’re always quick to do when it comes to Jeremy Corbyn that the Labour Party’s membership and supporters are now riddled with entryists.



Any sensible and objective person knows precisely what they mean; that real people and not the brain-dead, moronic, easily manipulated or those that are readily given to being duped see that possibly under Jeremy Corbyn they make have a chance to take over the destiny of their country and have a government and politicians who actually care about them. Only to find absolute berks like Adam Klug falling for and applying the same ploys that those who profess to be Democrats but aren’t employ, and doing so with the full assistance of the very people who want poor voter participation within the United Kingdom because the fewer people who vote the more entrenched the very corrupt system that we have can carry on uninterrupted.

By Stanley Collymore



If I must live then please let it be as a free man purposely endowed

with the unfettered and unchallenged realization concomitant

with a universally accepted right to openly and at all times

act in accordance with my personally and deeply held

convictions attendant with the inherent beliefs and

precious value system that stem from them and

which combined, definitively represent my

conscience. A well thought out, earnestly

engaged in, fully implemented and thoroughly moral situation

completely devoid of the fraudulent influences of coercive

actions or other insidious and pernicious measures that

either blatantly or else surreptitiously endeavour to

forcibly undermine my will or self-confidence as

a rational, conscionable and principled human

being fully and of my own free volition and

accordingly greatly aware and therefore

not having to continually be reminded,

not just of the individual responsibilities that I have to myself

as a prescient-minded and thinking person but also in terms

of my benevolent duties to those among my fellow man

who are extremely deserving of them; and willingly

and daringly doing so in both of these instances

without either asking or expecting anything

in return. And in such circumstances, as

any genuine right-minded person will

intentionally do to achieve such a

creditable ambition, voluntarily

make the essential sacrifice

of their life should they

ever be required to!



© Stanley V. Collymore

7 December 2015.





Author’s Thoughts:

I could have written this poem in the third person and additionally as some abstract dissertation but intentionally and unapologetically chose to pen it in the first person – those of you with any intelligible knowledge of the English language will instantly know what I mean, the rest of you it’s much too complex I know for your quite limited brains to grasp so do yourselves a massive favour and just forget it – that I’ve accordingly done and for the quite simple and unambiguous reasons that the markedly ethical sentiments that are unequivocally and sincerely articulated in this literary exposition of mine are those that deep-seatedly and conscionably resonate with my own honest opinions which are themselves consciously conceived of and given birth from very exhaustively well-researched, compellingly convincing and most significantly a moral compass-instituted, comprehensively implemented, recurrently fostered, moral, religious, cultural and also a profoundly and enduring familial upbringing to which I instinctively and irreversibly owe a great deal and consequently attach paramount and unalterable importance to.



Those of you with functioning brains and who’re in the routine habit of thinking for yourselves are already familiar with the numerous false flags and other similarly dastardly scenarios which your domestic political regimes, elected representatives, risibly named security services and the entire kit and caboodle of state apparatuses which habitually control and even dominate your lives have been conspiratorially involved in and at the proverbial drop of a hat, so to speak, are quite murderously, dementedly, sociopathically and with the evidently frenzied and feral intensity of the toxic and inbred psychopaths that they are, rather venally and most enjoyably go about their homicidal work.



In quite recent times the premeditatedly formulated and lethally realized false flags operations of 9/11; the dodgy Iraq dossier; the Libya scenario; the Tunisian beach “massacre”; the Charlie Hebdo affair; and the 13 November 2015 Paris “slaughter” to cite only a small sample of them are all examples of the perverse and conspicuous evil that wholly permeates the sick minds of those with their well established and white supremacist delusions, deeply ingrained imperialist, colonialist and to the Manor Born class-based and antediluvian hereditarily endowed illusions coupled, as is markedly the case in Britain with social-climbing aspirations of the most hideous kind, that are symbiotically conjoined with the avaricious zeal derived from and consummately engendered by those like the Military Industrial Complex, affiliated financial organizations and their media associates whose sole agenda is death, preferably and as is usually the case effected in the Global South, and accordingly grotesquely profiting from it. However, to carry on doing so they must have at their disposal an incredibly gullible, brain-dead or otherwise an easy to manipulate public and lamentably there’s no shortage of such persons across the west and most noticeably so throughout the United States and Britain.



In conclusion, do I see myself for whatever reason as a lone wolf assassin or empathize with those who might categorize themselves as such? Well as the old saying goes that’s for me to know and those, whoever they are: official state players or mere curious or nosy individuals, that are desirous of ascertaining the true facts about me in that regard to find out. But trust me; you won’t! However assiduously you monitor me. Now there’s a challenge for you!

By Stanley Collymore



Go into the world with great confidence my grandson and

there seriously venture to make your personal mark but

continually doing so with well thought out reasoning,

forceful and unchallengeable logic and the utmost

commonsense unrelentingly intertwined with

reflective compassion, caring and explicit

appreciation of the truly deserving. And

never let arrogance, wanton pride nor

greed be regarded as needs in your

life or ever be acknowledged as

essential ingredients of any likely good fortune you may

eventually command, nor on the flip side of this and

regardless of however misleadingly persuasive it

might seem let the utterly deceitful disowning,

expedient, shameful, counterproductive and

disparaging overlooking of your familial

and cultural roots, your racial origin or

any amount of unanticipated or sudden

failures that you may encounter along the way essay

either voluntarily and calculatedly on your part on

the one hand, or by other de facto means on the

other conspire to venomously infect the very

heart of what from birth has intentionally

been your upbringing and in actuality

and most significantly too the very

essence of yourself my beloved

grandson as an indisputably

laudable, productive and

in those circumstances

a most commendable

and truly worthy

human being!



© Stanley V. Collymore

5 December 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

This poem and the motive behind writing it are very personal and additionally very important to me. And at this current Christmastide and while engagingly and reflectively remembering my own profound and enduring Christian upbringing and doing so with immeasurable thanks and gratitude to all those, and most especially my Grandmother, for all that they altruistically did to ensure my upbringing was a truly memorable and constructive one, I’d like to also take this opportunity to express my sincerest Christmas greetings and best wishes to the extremely wide Diaspora of the Collymore and Springer Families of which I’m an integral part.



Equally too to all my students, past and present, across Britain, in Barbados, Scandinavia and naturally of course Germany, and most appreciably those of you that regularly keep in touch and interestingly let me know how you’re doing in this big bad world that, most flatteringly you keep telling me, I helped to constructively and successfully help prepare you for. Thanks for the compliments!



Additionally to all my personal friends in every possible human category – and I don’t need to tell you what that is or how invaluable your treasured assistance, love, friendship and your committed support have been over the years as you know this perfectly well. As well to the many new correspondents and “literary geniuses” – no exaggeration at all here – whom I’ve encountered online through our joint writing site, Storywrite.com. You are beyond doubt an inspiration both in your literary creations and as human beings and I look forward very much to continue working and exchanging comments and objective literary analyses in 2016. In the meantime have a marvellous festive season all of you.



Finally, meine deutsche Partnerin who already knows how I feel about you as reciprocally you constantly and happily remind me how you feel about me; but hey while I’m justifiably praising everyone of value to me publicly, though private individuals you and me, it seemed remiss not to mention you as well and say in the process: “Dass ich Dich liebe und immer will!”

By Stanley Collymore



If asked most people would honestly and openly say that they have

dreams some of which are then translated into diverse ambitions;

but whether or not the latter are by their very personal nature

far-fetched delusions, in essence nothing more substantial

than literally here today and promptly gone tomorrow

pipe dreams which are themselves utterly brainless,

ill-thought out or hubristic fantasies with not a

snowflake in hell’s possibility of in any way

seriously gaining traction beyond the stage

of briefly occupying someone’s fanciful

imagination far less so ever likely to reach fruition. Or else

more commendably are the consequence of having been

pertinently and more realistically judiciously ascribed

to and thoroughly worked on, on the logically based

assumption that the full or partial achievement, or

even the non-realization of personal ambitions

constitute the diligent creation and ensuing

implementation of a discerning thought

process, and rightly so when properly

and conscientiously assessed, that that conscionable

assessor consciously knows is analytically sound

and thoroughly enlivening, and not simply a

conclusion derived at and based solely on

gratuitous wishful thinking, is actually

something that only the truly clever

person and not some abject fool

with or minus the esteemed

family name of Benn, is

sagaciously capable

of really making

and frankly be

essentially

doing!



© Stanley V. Collymore

4 December 2015.





The Author’s Comments:

Let me make it unambiguously clear that I don’t intend to give this pathetic caricature of Upstairs Downstairs to the Manor Born nonentity and all that white supremacist crap that Hilary Benn and his idiot niece Emily in their paranoid delusion assume are theirs as of right; no meritocratic society for either of them clearly, any oxygen of publicity than that dedicated to assiduously ensuring that Hilary is deselected as a Labour Party Candidate and Emily never gets elected anywhere under the Labour Party banner. That done they can do whatever they like and move home permanently to the Tory Party where they belong. Several of my correspondents have pointed out what I already knew that for every imperialist war there has been recently Hilary Benn has voted for Britain’s participation in all of them. He did so with Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, and Syria among others. This is what Nikki Arnold says: “Hilary Benn backed military action in the Middle East the last few times. “He was wrong then and he’s wrong now. A good speech doesn’t compensate for lack of judgement.”



My utter distaste for this feral specimen of humanity is profound and I earnestly wish that as he cloaks himself in his phoney patriotism and talks about his earnest hope that the RAF bomber pilots currently adding to the list of the millions of innocent civilians slaughtered in their own countries by British bombs and how his heart is with their families is absolutely sickening and pandering for sympathy. Only a dishonest asshole that has never worn a British military uniform comes up with such pathetic crap. For ISIS has no air force other than those of NATO member countries including the USA, UK and their surrogates. No rocket launchers or missiles other than those provided by the Military Industrial Complex in these countries. And it’s a safe bet these are not targeted at the RAF from a country that avidly assisted in creating ISIS.



And how about this? Having at first imposed a Falklands type news blackout on which targets the RAF are bombing the MoD which should try its hand at fiction writing and tender for a contract in Hollywood now says this. “The Omar oilfield is one of the largest and most important to Daesh’s financial operations and represents ten percent of their potential income from oil.” Then having boasted about how RAF planes attacked this phantom oilfield just 60 minutes after the Commons vote, shades of Saddam Hussein’s fictionally putting Britain under lethal attack in 45 minutes rushing to my mind, the MoD goes on to say that it can confirm that “advanced sensors were used by the RAF planes and the MoD can confirm that no civilians were in the target range before the attack”. Absolutely brilliant considering the RAF was carrying out these bombings at night, but even so could pick out all these civilians and thus avoid killing them. More likely these ISIS foot soldiers of Britain were warned in advance as the US did after Russia embarrassed them about not attacking ISIS’ stolen oil fields and transport trucks.



Which begs the obvious question? The US which also warned these civilians - ISIS in drag – that it would bomb their area and then give them over an hour to leave and even claimed to have dropped leaflets to ensure they got the message, has been bombing ISIS allegedly for nearly 2 years now and you’re telling me that with all their intelligence paid for by us taxpayers, the US and UK, only now do Britain and the US know what has been an open secret for yonks that ISIS has been and is still purloining the oil of Syria and Iraq with the complicit help of NATO, the US and UK t and transhipping it through Turkey? Did this information suddenly and mysteriously appear out of the blue after Herr Hilary Benn’s speech in the House of Commons? Then there’s prized idiot Michael Fallon the UK’s supposed Defence Secretary who says this: “These RAF aircraft are what the coalition [interpret that to mean ISIS’ backers] have been asking for to help strike targets because of the precision weapons that the RAF has.” What a load of fucking crap! The British armed forces are pared to the bone and in marked contrast the USA spends more money on its defence than all other countries globally do collectively. But hey boy those Yanks sure as hell need us Brits to chip in there and show them how to do things properly.



I no longer have any empathy with the RAF that I once proudly served with as did many of my family members during World War II. And genuine trolls are free to have a go at me when I say that I earnestly hope that an incident happens with these coalition aircraft and particularly our own RAF planes that triggers a full-blooded NUCLEAR WAR! As I said many times before I have no fear of dying. How about you Hilary and Emily Benn and all the other brain-dead assholes who ludicrously think that a prized prick like you Hilary is remotely anything like the great man Tony Benn was; any more than David Miliband, another cunt, is like his equally great father.



Finally, for all the Labtory prats like Neil Coyle the MP for Bermondsey and Old Southwark and one of the several targets for DESELECTION who see nothing wrong in voting to have non-white natives, as they racially see them, incinerated in their own countries under the dishonest pretext of eradicating ISIS which Britain and friends created when we all know that regime change is their real motive, why the hell should I really care if someone or persons wipe you and your entire family out? For what reasons other than those spawned by your own white supremacist and racist mindset gives you the right to think that your pathetic life and those of your family should be sacrosanct but not the lives of others who don’t look like you Neil Coyle? And in case you and other scum like you forget these people are in their OWN country, and neither you, any British regime nor parliament have the right to interfere in their domestic affairs. Syria like Britain is a sovereign state.



And if you want to dispose of ISIS text them and ask them to come to London and you can get the MoD to facilitate their transport.And after you’re all DESELECTED let’s see how you fare standing as independents or as members of other parties, for you clearly have no respect for the Labour Party or its memberships, and similarly no bloody concept of or love for democracy. And while you think you’ve a right to dish out your pernicious and venomous vilification with impunity, like the cowardly bastards that you are, you can’t take even a modicum of your own medicine. Sewer rats and scumbags the lots of you! And stop using the word conscience as in “I voted according to my conscience as did Jeremy Corbin.” That’s a fucking laugh for you haven’t any conscience, and wouldn’t recognize what it was if it landed on your bloody nose! And please! Don’t equate yourselves to Jeremy Corbyn; that’ll be like comparing Mandy Rice Davies with the late Mother Theresa God rest her soul.

By Stanley Collymore



The eagle is generally meant to be a truly majestic bird

representing strength, power, agility and grace in the

air; and several countries, even those where quite

obviously it’s currently not a native species

and furthermore has never been, have

nevertheless, as a mark of respect

conjoined with their profound

admiration for this appealing avian specimen, adopted

it as their national emblem. However Britain, or if

you prefer the term the United Kingdom, isn’t

officially one of them; so you’ll doubtlessly

be completely surprised to know that even

though not conventionally politically at

least we still have two of them. Akin

to Barbadians, in let’s say a highly

imaginary situation, astonishingly discovering

that their enchanting island homeland safely

located in the Atlantic Ocean and visibly

neither having a low-level sea problem

as does Holland, nor a flood danger

one, and practicably and logically

not needing either of them, has

all the same ended up with

two utterly useless and

entirely superfluous

DYKE systems.



© Stanley V. Collymore

2 December 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

Having previously trained and worked as a psychiatric nurse at what was then and had been for some considerable time Yorkshire’s oldest and largest mental hospital I not only came in contact on a daily basis with but also cared for in my capacity as a nurse all sorts of mental cases ranging from those with serious psychological breakdowns to rudimentary schizophrenics, compulsive sociopaths and dangerous psychopaths – the latter category so absolutely devious and also hazardous to life, not only the lives of the staff looking after them but also their own, that they quite literally had to be physically segregated from the rest of the patients at that hospital and moreover constituted individuals: males as well as females, that unless you were lunatic yourself you wouldn’t sensibly turn your back on any of them.



But in spite of my intensive RMN psychiatric nursing training and having years later studied psychology as a subsidiary subject of a degree course I embarked on and even if I say so myself am pretty au fait with human behaviour of all sorts, in spite of all of that it still continues to be a deep puzzle to me – and I categorically make a clear and absolute distinction between homosexuals and lesbians who I have the utmost respect and admiration for in carrying on normally with the life forbidden they have individually, conscionably and privately, as it’s really nobody’s business but theirs any more than genuine heterosexuals should make apologies or feel uncomfortable about their lawful sexual pursuits or way of life, and the several and highly dysfunctional dykes, queers, bisexuals, those passing themselves off as straight, even getting married to mask their perversity and most ludicrously of all even adopting the phenomenon of having in the case of these closet queer boys and dyke girls that have never grown up, consciously getting others, their “wives” or publicly paraded “girlfriends” to conceive kids by other men and then biologically passing these kids off as their “biological” offspring, while they carry on living in a state of denial as to who and what they really are. These lowlife I actually detest with every fibre of my body!



In normal circumstances I quite frankly couldn’t or wouldn’t give a damn about these lowlife specimens of supposed humanity. But most regrettably they do proliferate in our government, shadow cabinet, the ranks of the parliamentary MPs, those in the House of Lords and what’s commonly referred to as the Westminster bubble. The sort of lowlife that when we had mental hospitals aplenty across the UK would have been sectioned there. But having rather idiotically closed the vast majority of our psychiatric institutions on the pretext that these scumbags could and should be cared for in the wider community, this now thankfully dead pillock Maggie Thatcher allowed these slime balls to roam Britain freely, with several of them asininely even ending up as MPs, cabinet and shadow ministers. And it’s a sure bet that this situation isn’t going to be remedied by any of these scum as to reverse what Maggie did would effectively confine these deadbeats to the secure mental institutions for the criminally insane and where they rightly belong.



But the strange thing about all this and their behaviour is that while continuing to live their pathetic lives in a state of abject denial the only way that these Electra-fixated, aka “testosterone toms”, as well as their male counterparts the Oedipus Rex brigade perceive that they can deal with their myriad psychological demons is to pathetically, asininely and publicly demonstrate how “macho” they are; when in point of fact they’re inbred lunatics that haven’t grown up mentally and are highly incapable of doing so; sad creatures in supposedly mature bodies but in reality scared, sick and perniciously feral beings wholly unable to learn from past errors. And to this end you’ll see them whipped by David Cameron – predictably and in characteristic Bullindon and Eaton flagellation form – into the lobbies and followed there by the Labour Party’s Labtory lowlife dykes, queers and the rest of these scumbag MPs to prove their machismo that in actuality and quite frankly is as bogus as a rubber dildo, no matter how appealing or formidable it might appear, being capable of the human act of procreation. None the less it won’t stop these prized pillocks charging into the House of Commons lobbies as they did with Iraq and Libya, to cause more mayhem in another Global South country; this time Syria. But just as long as they know that this time there will be consequences for them!



This poem is therefore dedicated to all these detritus specimens of humanity but as a Labour supporter myself dedicated specifically to the Eagle twins: Maria and Angela, Hilary Benn. Tom Watson, Tristram Hunt, Liz Kendall, Chukka Umumna and the myriad other scumbags that infest the parliamentary Labour Party. But not for much longer!