By Stanley Collymore
Do I love you? Of course I do as I always said I would,
unquestionably wanted to and solemnly promised to
you then, and as I still do, that I shall forever carry
on loving you. And do you want to know why?
Because I really and truthfully do love you!
And nothing that I know of or could ever
conceivably foresee will ever alter that
fact, which for me is a constant and
undeviating reminder of and also
a committed and my enduring
reality of how precisely it is
that I actually feel for you.
So bearing all that seriously and objectively in
mind I don’t see why I should permit myself
in any shape or sense to either logically or
as a perceived matter of fact willingly or
unthinkingly on this annually paraded
and vastly commercially conceived
postulation with its conspicuously
attendant commercially devised
bandwagon, whose financially
compensated beneficiaries
cynically and covetously
prey on these vulnerable
and credulous morons.
Themselves irrationally more preoccupied with the
ephemeral and populous notion of being in love
rather than uprightly, studiously and eruditely
concentrating on and cultivating, as a matter
of choice, their own productive conception
of love which, accordingly, could then be
generously expanded into formulating a
distinct and tailored form of love that
transparently meets and fulfils their
own identifiable, individual needs;
not the desires of the collective
masses as is so unashamedly
disseminated. And why it is my dearest Darling that
there’s an enormous world of difference between
what I unalterably feel for you and will forever
carry on doing so, and what these plethora of
toadying and credulous fools, manipulatively,
premeditatedly ensnared by the counterfeit
trappings of every foisted St. Valentine’s
Day thrust on them, and the financially
motivated superfluities churned out ad nauseum
by the carpetbaggers of that trade that overly
support these monetary intrigues, allowing
themselves to be influenced it’s right and
hence to routinely do. Quite improper I
would say for the likes of you and me
and why emphatically it’s a senseless
game I categorically wouldn’t even
contemplate being associated with
in any possible way far less so in
an entire month of Sundays opt
to play! For love I indomitably
feel should judiciously never
be a profit making activity;
and won’t ever be so for
those who actually like
me rightly believe in
taking it seriously!
© Stanley V. Collymore
28 January 2016.
Author’s Remarks:
As you celebrate either of your own free volition or at the dictates of those with a marked and graspingly manipulative agenda just remember that true love is and has never been a “commodity” that can be bought and sold but rather is a combination of personal and other meaningful factors that of their own accord as well as having purposely been encouraged by those concerned developed between two individuals that truly and lovingly cared for each other and to whom all else within that amorous and loyal equation is significantly secondary and even tertiary!
So bearing that in mind do enjoy your St. Valentine’s Day, which from my perspective should be personally celebrated everyday, and strange as it might seem often is by those who genuinely care for each other; and not simply consigned to just one day in the year that’s publicly designated by those whose only purpose is to make money out of it and your supposed affections for some other person.
By Stanley Collymore
Wasn’t asking overpaid, greedy and highly incompetent
that the vast majority of the House of Commons MPs
are, if they wanted a huge pay rise and then giving
them sole authorization to determine that specific
conclusion for themselves somewhat analogous
to nicely asking a serial and recidivist rapist
with clear psychopathic leanings attendant
with discernible sociopathic proclivities
in the bargain if he savours abducting,
degrading and routinely abusing girls
and women of all ages; and when unsurprisingly he
honestly answers yes to that question he’s amply
rewarded not just by him being given absolute
freedom to carry on as before with what he
likes doing but also risibly is guaranteed
the sole right to personally sanction the
escalation of his criminal behaviour
with obviously increased impunity
combined by a total indifference
to any concern about immunity
to act at all times as he jolly well pleases,
since he knows perfectly well that his
sexual inclinations will be tolerably
understood by the likeminded and
influential among the great and
the good; so no need to worry!
Snouts in the trough, greedy,
considerably self-serving,
British politicians to my
mind unquestionably
and readily fall into
the same dissolute
category of base
persons I find!
© Stanley V. Collymore
11 February 2016.
Author’s thoughts:
Why on earth would any self-respecting, self-serving, utterly self-centred, House of Commons career-oriented and snout in the trough MP sully his or her conscience – giving them the benefit of the doubt and liberally assuming that individually they do have one, which frankly this writer doesn’t for a solitary moment think is the case or that any of the aforementioned has or is predisposed either genetically or ethically, also providing that they actually know or are in the least concerned as to what that latter word means, to the acquisition by them and naturally in their opinion such a superfluous thing as a conscience, what on earth is that? – or unwarrantedly demean themselves publicly by character-wise ludicrously as they interpret it refusing on rather spurious, insubstantial and also thoroughly specious grounds and similarly unquestionably politically correct notions of supposed “moral principles” asininely turn down a handsome salary increase for themselves?
And furthermore to embark on such an unforgivable thing in deference to the quite spuriously peddled assertion that while they’re financially aggrandizing themselves in this open manner the ordinary plebeians throughout the country aren’t receiving any such increases in their wages. But hang on a second; all but the most dim-witted of these plebeians across the 650 parliamentary constituencies within the UK must know that comparable pay rises for some or all of them at present would be a complete travesty of justice or any semblance of fair play in the current circumstances. Why so?
Because the nation, our precious United Kingdom, can NOT afford and must not cave in, however onerous or persuasive the pressure might be on us MPs, unnecessarily to such overt blackmailing tactics that at the best of times wouldn’t be any credit to our country and much less so at a time of serious and mounting austerity!
However, as for us House of Commons MPs confidently agreeing to and accordingly as well accepting our, and I do believe deservedly so, pay rise that’s not only a clear sign of our thoughtful maturity but also of our collective responsibility as your concerned parliamentary representatives of ensuring that we continue to have the very best minds in parliament to resourcefully and successfully fight this accursed blight of austerity that affects the entire country, that’s you and us, but also in the process to be able to do so effectively, and in order to fully achieve that must be properly rewarded also for our commitment and efficacy. And surely you must admit that nothing in this world of any value ever comes cheaply!
So please spare us the criticisms and don’t devalue the sterling work we’re doing by fixatedly focusing on the money we earn as MPs or equating our salaries and actions to the grasping wishes or unjust demands of those among the public generally or even of our constituents specifically that are either painstakingly and maliciously choosing to deliberately misrepresent what we’re doing or else are persons who while happy to consistently and disingenuously criticise us, your MPs for our alleged avariciousness none the less carefully waste no time when it comes to themselves for perpetually it seems wanting something for nothing.
So at this time of the year symbolizing love, fellowship and peaceful accord please trust the motives and word of your “caring” MP. And as you celebrate St. Valentine’s Day forget about our unimportant salaries as MPs and DOLEFUL thoughts of austerity. Just a joke! All the very best then hopefully, and we say this most sincerely, from your democratically elected House of Commons MPs!
PS: As mitigating circumstances the writer of the above was inadvertently caught up in scientific gravitational waves while medicinally imbibing of a glass of Mount Gay Rum, Barbados’ finest and the world’s oldest and original rum. So the analysis of his comments, which is an indifference to him, is left entirely to your judgement!
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