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Von Stanley Collymore



Ihre Geburt war nicht geplant, aber alle gleich Ihren

Schöpfung durch Liebe und gestaltet die meisten

sicherlich auf einem Teil deines Vaters, dessen Herz

wurde gebrochen, als durch Bigotterie und

Rassismus er Zugang zu Ihnen verwehrt

und nie passender erlaubt die

Gelegenheit, weit davon ausgehen,

weniger die Rolle des Dad

dass sowohl biologisch

und moralisch war

sein Recht zu sein.

Fünfzig Jahre auf Sie ein Elternteil im eigenen

rechts und genau wissen, was es heißt,

gebären, haben eine liebevolle Familie

von dein eigenes jemand, den Sie

liebe, fest in dem Wissen, dass

niemand es gewagt haben

könntetun, um ihren

Vater, da Sie nie würde

lassen Sie sie, was Ihre

Großeltern, so

kaltschnäuzig tat

im Hinblick

Ihrer Papa.



© Stanley V. Collymore

25. Januar 2014.





Des Autors Bemerkungen:

Alles Gute zum Geburtstag Wendy Louise! Erste veröffentlichte vor zwei Jahren auf dem 25. Januar 2014 zu ehren und zu feiern Ihren 50. Geburtstag dieses Gedicht ist immer noch eine schmerzliche Erinnerung, dass Sie immer noch von viel gedacht und immer sein wird!

Par Stanley Collymore



Votre naissance n'a pas été prévu, mais tout de même votre

la création a été façonné par l'amour et plus

certainement de la part de votre père dont le cœur

a été rompu lorsque, par la bigoterie et

le racisme lui a refusé l'accès à vous

et jamais permis dignement la

possibilité d'assumer loin

moins jouer le rôle de papa

que les deux biologiquement

et était moralement son

droit d'être. Cinquante ans plus tard vous êtes un parent

dans votre propredroit et de savoir clairement ce qu'il

est comme àdonner naissance, avoir une famille

aimante devotre propre par quelqu'un qui vous

aimer, fermement dans la connaissance

que personne ne pouvait avoir osé

faire pour leur père, depuis

vous auriez jamais

laissez-les, ce que votre

les grands-parents de sorte

cyniquement fait en

ce qui concerne

de votre

papa.



© Stanley V. Collymore

25 Janvier 2014.



Déclaration de l'auteur:

Joyeux anniversaire Wendy Louise! D'abord publié il ya deux ans le 25 Janvier 2014 pour honorer et célébrer votre 50e anniversaire ce poème est toujours un rappel poignant que vous êtes toujours pensé beaucoup et sera toujours!

By Stanley Collymore



Few if any physiological conceptions whether leading to

failed or successful pregnancies and certainly none

that I know of were so meticulously planned as

this one! A pleasurable task undoubtedly

for me but even so somewhat circumscribed by the

urgency of your mother’s obsession in wanting

a son, having consecutively produced three

daughters: Andrea, unfortunately now

deceased, Lynne and Beverley, in

the preceding marriage she’d

intentionally relinquished

for her after that current

one, which evidently

did subsequently

in fact involve

her and me.



Unconcernedly, and to be exact, it didn’t bother me in

the least and discernibly as a matter of fact what of

the two genders you actually turned out to be, and

most especially so both from my own personal

perspective as well as expressly that within

my own family where my four sisters –

respectively and just as proud of their

Barbadian ancestry, and themselves

like me intimately connected to Bajan culture and

society where nobody would ever be, as is so

asininely commonplace in British white,

Asian and Jewish communities even

remotely much less so decidedly

disposed and often exclusively

as well towards male gender, and other distinctly

ambiguous ones in between, preferences and

pre-eminence which then correspondingly

guarantee the prejudiced prolongation

of real female gender inequality –

noticeably outnumbered in my

own family the unworried

lesser presence all-round

of my brother and me.

And in those given

circumstances your

gender was, and

still is, Stanley

of no germane

significance!



However, what was of significance to us, and as a family had

been so all along, was that when you eventually came into

this world after your stipulated nine months and two

weeks stint in your Mummy’s tummy, and like

the quintessential football striker, OK soccer

forward to the uninitiated, which you later

became in the English Premier League

and I must admit most impeccably

maintained in respect of your

birth with you promptly arriving on January 22nd

of that year and somewhat providentially as

it happened preceding by two days the

anniversary date when your mother

and I initially met, was from my

family’s perspective and quite

predictably my own that on

putting in what was your

very first appearance so

long as your precious bits and pieces were perfectly

intact, functioning properly – and appreciatively

from a father’s standpoint you’ve admirably

and competently established that over the

years – you Stanley who truly were a

most welcomed and treasured baby

and with God’s gracious blessing

were also indisputably, robustly

and informally rudely in good

health that we as a family having collectively:

both privately and openly, surmised and

even anticipated all sorts of amazing

things for you are splendidly and

unapologetically pleased, I must

truthfully say; and on this I’m

not alone, even though you

decided to play football

rather than cricket, at

how you’ve tuned

out Son. And so

here’s wishing

you in closing

a genuinely

remarkable

Birthday!



© Stanley V. Collymore

22 January 2016.





The Celebratory Thoughts of the Author of this Poem:

For the exquisitely charming, stunningly handsome, absolutely intelligent, physically adroit, spontaneously and incredibly articulate – my God you haven’t half genetically inherited a plethora of truly outstanding characteristics from me (laugh) never mind the South Staffordshire accent that you acquired from childhood (smile) but who better than you in the circumstances to give it an uplifting standing.



Someone uniquely in British society that with breathtaking integrity, likewise like me, openly, forthrightly, honestly, rationally and intrepidly speaks his mind at all times regardless of who chooses to get offended by what you say.



Consequently, what can your biological family including me wish for you on this your special day, and furthermore express to you who have everything going for you, outside continued excellent health coupled with traditional and renowned Barbadian longevity? Except to say we’re all immensely proud of you and additionally would like to suggest that you carry on conscionably giving the surfeit of morons out there the absolute hell they deserve; I know I shall!



In conclusion from your Barbados and British branches of the Collymore Family, our Diaspora across the Caribbean, in Guyana, Belize, Panama, the United States of America – incidentally your first cousin there Jackie who you were inseparable from when you were both kids and she at the time lived in Reading with her parents prior to my sister, her mother, and my brother in law, her father, migrating with her to America has specifically asked that I include her in this birthday tribute dedicated to you; so too your second cousins, also originally from Reading England, and other close relatives of ours in Canada – and of course the growing Collymore family in Germany.



All of whom sincerely wish you a tremendously unforgettable birthday and many more of the same in the future. And as your father I wholeheartedly endorse their every sentiment!

By Stanley Collymore



You might like to know in passing that the Grim Reaper

as he does his customary rounds periodically and

uninvitingly comes around to wherever it is

that I happen to be residing and in the

process pestering me with his silly

and from my perspective unimaginative games,

and even sometimes gives the transparent

impression that he’s about to use that

menacing scythe of his to severely

hack his way through my life,

purposely ending it in the

reminiscent manner of industrious farmers

doing the identical thing with their many

sheathes of wheat, barley, corn or hay

in one or other of their harvesting

fields and, as a result, will quite

simply and literally be keenly

engaged there in a patently

comprehensible activity

that the rest of us will

understand and that

they’re actually

supposed to

be doing.



No similar structured pattern though it would appear

with the Grim Reaper or his discernibly eccentric

antics, not an isolated bit, as he routinely and

contemptuously sets out to ensure from his

subjective and illogical perspective who

should die and who should live; this

uncompromising and permanent

extinction of his invariably, and more often so than

not as it happens, defenceless and what’s more

even unsuspecting victims that thankfully I

shall never, because quite frankly I have

long been on to him and hence shan’t

ever permit myself in those unwise

situations to deliberately become

one of them. Then, before I can

draw another sustaining breath

into my body in grudging acceptance of what

I think from his demeanour he has in store

for me and thus is about to happen he

just simply and erratically changes

his mind, casually moves on to

other things or sadistically

acts as if it’s me who’s

crazily visualizing

all these things.



But what do I really care? It’s his private game and he’s

been playing it now so long with me and accordingly

I’m so used to it that I’m not in the least bothered

whether he actually decides I should carry on

living or else be instead physically changed

from my human form and consequently

be transferred to the jurisdiction of

the departed dead. Whatever! For I shall persist,

regardless, in my earthly situation to do what

I have always done and remain staunchly

indifferent to the Grim Reaper’s whims,

fancies or demands, and furthermore

while still wholly capable to freely

attract wholesome breath within

this body of mine, soldier on

in any case, and as long as

I consistently can, with

my own distinctive

and, who knows,

imaginatively

worked out

afterlife

plans!



© Stanley V. Collymore

19 January 2016.





The Author’s Thoughts:

It’s perceptibly inevitable and has been around since the beginning of time yet there hasn’t ever been and still isn’t a universal or consensual approach from the collective perspective of human beings towards death.



In the materialistically motivated west for example death is distinctly seen by the vast majority of its inhabitants as frankly a bloody nuisance which inevitably, exasperatingly and very irresponsibly from their subjective point of view simply gets in the way of them aspiring to, be it realistically so or from the detached point of view of objective observers more often than not a delusional fiction, or even essentially a glorious opportunity through which they can either acquire yet more affluence or else obtain wealth first time round from their respective and individual endeavours whether honestly applied or more likely than not dishonestly engaged in; but throughout all this with death the unrelenting and irrepressible spoiler purposefully guaranteeing that none of them can’t take any of their possessions with them when they ultimately die.



Meanwhile, other cultures and societies view death in a diversity of different ways ranging from the carbon recycle concept where after your birth, you possibly live and then at death irrespective of whether you’re placed in the earth to rot or else find yourself more clinically cremated your bodily remains nevertheless instinctively and whether you’d wished for that to be so or not become naturally recycled one way or another and in turn act as the building blocks or the raw material for the continued sustenance in one way or another of existing as well as future generations of not only human beings but also other forms of animal and plant life. So for all we know you may very well after death end up being a darn sight more useful and productive to the universe generally and our earthly world in particular than you actually were or would ever have been regardless of where you resided or however long it was that you lived on Planet Earth.



Another perspective of the multiplicity of points of views that I previously alluded to is that the deceased person essentially goes into a markedly transformative state immediately after his or her death whereby and dependent on the kind of life which that individual lived and also the valuable or otherwise contribution that they made while alive he or she doesn’t actually vacate the ambit of earth but instead is immediately transformed into another life form that in the order of things imposes on that individual the commensurate status or otherwise that they’re deemed to have warranted when they previously existed as human beings.



Then there are the atheists whose idea is that it’s all a farcical mess played by Nature which causes us to be unwillingly born, live and then die and that basically according to them is the sum total of it all; and what we get up to or achieve in the interim prior to that fateful day is all relatively speaking down to us and fate. A defective conclusion of theirs which doesn’t, to say the very least, grab me in any interesting or convincing way I must admit. And to be absolutely blunt is analogous to one purchasing an expensive car, filling it up with petrol at the nearest petrol station, driving off to the largest roundabout they know of and then determinedly motor on to that roundabout and spend the rest of their time and until the car runs out of petrol circumventing that roundabout and nowhere else; then wham bang an articulated lorry that also happens to drive onto that roundabout smashes into their car and them with devastatingly catastrophic consequences. And that’s the end of them!



No, life even if we haven’t fully grasped what it’s all about is much more than that and one doesn’t have to be overly religious to recognize that. I’m Anglican: High Church Church of England and have been all my life although I’ve worshiped periodically in other Christian churches when there’s no C of E denominational church where I happen to be at the time. Usually it’s Roman Catholicism since the religious practices engaged in their church mirror many that I’ve known from childhood within the Anglican community that I belonged to and also happily grew up in. And this is principally the case now for me in Germany.



However I always do make a point of first acquainting the respective priest of my faith and church membership as I’m a communicant and going to church for me also involves taking the Holy Sacrament of Communion. But every priest I’ve spoken or dealt with has been fully pragmatic about what I’m doing, acknowledges like me that there is the one God though several way to reach Him, analogous to determining if on a journey to Scotland, for example, from the south of England one should go by train, car or actually fly there with the ultimate purpose being to actually get to Scotland. It’s the very same with reaching God I believe and thankfully the priests I deal with fully understand and sensibly make allowances for that. However, there’s a game that I tongue in cheek play with friends and have done with some of my students along these lines. I’m not a football aficionado by any means though there is one in the family with the identical name who is – HAPPY BIRTHDAY BY THE WAY ON JANUARY 22, 2016 SON - and although I’m fully au fait with all the aspects of that game my principal sports are Cricket and Athletics. Anyway, this is precisely how I explain the Universe and Earth in essentially simple terms. Imagine a massive Galactic Life League synonymous to the football one and at the top of which if we were to take England as an example you have the Premier League and then downwards are a range of other leagues and non league clubs. Then there’s the rigorous process of promotion or demotion from these leagues according to how the respective clubs perform and with some of them although neither relegated or promoted remaining virtually “dormant” in the league in which they happen to be.



So returning to my Galactic Life league if you are exceptionally good for example you may very well find yourself promoted from this Earthly league to one in another world league or conversely be demoted to one below that of earth; and if you then systematically apply that principle to life generally it could well account for where like footballers we move on to next or come back to later. Little wonder then that some people I meet, and I’m equally sure that you do too, in general conversations we have with them say they feel like they’ve been here in some location or other on earth previously and what’s more can even lucidly describe these places that in their current life they’ve never been to. So where exactly are you personally bound for when you leave earth, which I’m decidedly persuaded is NOT in the equivalent of the Galactic Premier League? A Galactic Life League promotion to the equivalent of the English Premier League, demotion to another league; or even a Galactic non-league existence? But wherever you end up it’s a sure bet that Death is the only facilitator of all of this and in that respect not unlike FIFA!

By Stanley Collymore



Like everyone else in this country, or the wider world for

that matter, you’re perfectly entitled to your personal

opinions Noel Gallagher and the right to express

them. But that realistically is as far as it goes I

would say. And just because you happen to

conjure up with others what’s essentially

a profusion of discordant sounds that

many among the scattered brain, the

tone deaf and their feckless followers asininely regard

as music that in turn and just as unbelievably but

none the less is equally humdrum but all the

same commonplace in the western world

where you specifically come from and

noticeably belong; and furthermore

where the existing value systems,

if in actuality they can be called

such, are so markedly skewed

to express the very least that

berks like you are eagerly

conferred, for lack of a

more suitable term, a

supposed celebrity

status, whatever

in your drug

filled, idiotic

and clearly

demonic

life that

means.



And consequently is blithely embraced and supported

financially by the money hawks who comfortably

make a fortune from this, ensure that you get

your cut although not as substantial as the

one that they award themselves, while

similarly guaranteeing that you toe

their manifestly materialistic line

and are fully onboard the rolling bandwagon

that they most graspingly, gleefully, quite

contentedly and rather advantageously

jump upon; so what is it then to the

likes of you Noel Gallagher who

is barely literate, substantially

ill-informed in almost everything that is genuinely

of any meaningful value or is of fundamental

and lasting importance to the overall and

deserving improvement of the society

which you’re in and, in my honest

opinion, that you overtly infest

with your puerile and lowlife

attitude, based on the quite

stupid conception of me,

myself and I generally,

and callously in this

progression to hell

with all the rest!



© Stanley V. Collymore

11 January 2016.





Author’s Thoughts:

As I openly and honestly expressed in my preceding poem anyone living in a purported and contemporary democratic society that works, whether in essence realistically and impartially or more likely than not is vaingloriously, utterly subjectively and even prescriptively, perniciously and self-servingly manipulated by those who effectively control the levers of power and influence to promote and substantially further their own selfish and conceited advantages and ambitions.



Then additionally use their dim-witted, intellectually challenged, lunatic fringe, lowlife morons; class-fixated, obsessional social climbing and purblind Useful Idiots to toadying do their dishonest and assiduously contrived propagandistic bidding, notwithstanding all that has been previously said, have a lawful and constitutional right to freedom of expression regardless of how asinine, ill-conceived and utterly worthless that opinion, whether unlikely self-generated or more commonly dictated by others, actually is.



Noel Gallagher, in my honest and conscientiously considered opinion, substantially and inveterately ticks all those derogatory boxes earlier delineated; the definitive lowlife pillock in my view too simple-minded to even discern the rank stupidity of his ways, ludicrously assuming that the acquisition of money by any means is somehow a requisite correlation to intellect, integrity, wisdom or sophistication; attributes that evidently he doesn’t have or is ever likely to acquire. So let me directly and most unequivocally tell you Mr crack-head there is no correlation whatsoever between money and these worthwhile values and qualities; and there never will be!



And how very ironic too that someone so palpably of Irish extraction: the perennially English created colonials of the British Isles; the substantially Barbadozed indentured servants and white slaves, again by the English, to Barbados and subsequently other English controlled colonies in the Caribbean as slave labour, and all this long before Australia was known of by white Caucasians but would itself later become a systematic dumping ground for customarily perceived by the same English ruling classes as Celtic lowlife, whores and endemic criminals.



And as if that of itself wasn’t enough in terms of mental and physical degradation of the Irish to go on with, there was the additional and calculatedly engineered and highly detrimentally executed Irish famine by the English that saw scores of thousands of Irish men, women, children, the elderly and the disabled literally starve to death, forcibly displaced from their traditional homes and with numerous others compelled out of sheer necessity and desperation to permanently forsake their island home as refugees and seek sanctuary across the Atlantic in North America; a collection of deliberately imposed activities that had a massive and devastating effect demographically as well as in a multiplicity of other ways on the entire population of Ireland.



But despite all that and much more besides in terms of the routine abasement that was premeditatedly and indifferently meted out unjustly to the Irish people over centuries and by the same English barbarians across several generations, the world generally and the British specially are in 2016 incredibly presented with the odious spectacle of a benighted and thoroughly debauched mother-fucker like you Noel Gallagher siding obsequiously with the same English types that consistently fucked up the daily lives and general existence, and whose consequences are still felt to this day, of the Irish nation – your people let’s not forget – in every conceivable way that they possibly could. And left entirely to the whims and savagery of this current lot of avariciously exploitative, Fascist, Nazi and privileged English dunderheads presently running Britain and their collaborative coterie of Yiddish and Wahabi paymasters would emphatically and happily between them turn most of Britain outside their elite communities into a permanent wasteland of intentionally shattered ambitions for everyone else and totally devoid of even the most basic elements of humanitarian egalitarianism.



But that’s not how a social climbing, one-upmanship and lowlife ratbag like yourself Noel Gallagher sees it do you? Risibly ensconced on your make-believe charger and taking an infantile and cheap shot at Jeremy Corbyn, who as a conscionable, intelligent and thoroughly compassionate human being is millions of light years distanced from the barbaric Neanderthal that you are; and the sole political leader in Britain who’s really capable of genuinely changing things in a demonstrably positive and constructive way and thus make this here United Kingdom infinitely better for all of us, and not just the privileged few as is the current practice with the present British regime, and has been so all along with all preceding and consecutive ones.



Jeremy Corbyn is verbally condemned by you as a communist without you providing any proof to support or substantiate your bizarre and unfounded assertion, and what he’s doing is communism, which you state you hate but de facto you have no problem with austerity which evidently you love and has caused and is continuing to cause more misery in Britain for average British families per se, not the privileged rich or wealthy pop stars, than communism that has never had even a toe hold in the UK has done or is ever likely to. So you’re talking through your ass quite frankly Noel Gallagher! Additionally you affirm that you find Tony Blair: a mass murderer and perpetrator of heinous war crimes and crimes against humanity “amazing”; your word Noel Gallagher!



Two things to remember Noel Gallagher; in relation to your sick admiration of Tony Blair you’re obviously and unsurprising, as far as I’m concerned, not the full shilling. As for Jeremy Corbyn and communism I personally and quite seriously don’t think that you could spell “communism” unaided and off the top of your head even to save your bloody pathetic life let alone know what it actually means or represents as a political or social concept (getting too complex for you boy?); and is just an incomprehensible sound byte in your social climbing antics, which you feel you must mouth off for effect and in the process hopefully garner some attention seeking media publicity for yourself. But now that you’ve been exposed for what you really are Noel Gallagher – a considerable loathsome jerk by any objective analysis – why don’t you simply crawl back into the stinking sewer where you emerged from and candidly would be much better of there? Or simply do the sane, intelligent and sensible among us out here a great big favour and just drop dead! The world at large will still carry on without your presence I assure you and that includes Britain too, and on the positive side there’d be one less lowlife scum in our midst to have to put up with!



As for those in their delusional and grandstanding fantasies who think that their puerile temper tantrums in quitting Jeremy Corbyn’s Shadow Cabinet where they should never have been in the first place, the more of them leaving the better I say and for obvious reasons. And it emphatically reminds me of my outstanding social, educational and hygienic Barbadian upbringing; the latter, and for the purposes of this story, ensuring that from birth really, and throughout my entire life when I effectively as was expected personally took over such matters for myself, I was rather persuasively encouraged on a daily basis to always have regular and thorough bowel movements. And although in my family we always ate well, when I went to the loo to permanently discharge the waste in my guts from these sumptuous and discernibly appetizing eating habits, I didn’t at any time experience or express to myself any regret towards or felt any empathy with the pooh I was discharging into the lavatory bowl even though it was once a part of or, more fittingly, was located inside me and had stem from the many Barbadian delicacies that I relished and had most enjoyably eaten.



For what I now saw in that lavatory bowl had no bearing whatsoever to the former things that I’d gladly placed in my mouth at meal time and had gladly eaten. Therefore, my sentiments are precisely the same in regard to the turds in the parliamentary Labour Party generally and those loathsome treacherous members, past and present, of Jeremy Corbyn’s Shadow Cabinet specifically. So do resign to your heart’s content, you useless shit-heads, is my considered advice. And good riddance! I shan’t mourn your passing, Freudian slip, any more than I do when I flush the loo and send my shit on its way to the sewerage farm!

By Stanley Collymore



Self-serving and utterly conceited with it! That’s your

uniformed approach to life specifically, everything

associated with it, and all else that one can clearly

and conceivably think of. Consequently, your

views and those of others that likemindedly

share the same biased, ill-informed and

arrogant opinions which you hold dear, self-centredly

subscribe to, witlessly champion and egotistically

cling to at all costs, must by your undoubtedly

perverted thinking, automatically, lastingly

and obsessively command the greatest,

most extreme, unconcealed support

and respect that is itself coupled

with a distinctly rapt attention

to everything that you and

they say, and then quite

purposely and rather

one-sidedly always

take to greedily

addressing in

every way!



And crucially it’s also relevant to say that in no

way are any valid or convincing explanations

ever advanced by you as to why that ought

to be the case; the only mention to any

of this being that it’s your individual

story, your totally warped theories

and thus essentially constituting

the hardcore Lib-Dems, Labtories or full-blooded

Tory Nazis and grasping, self-centred fascists

that you manifestly are; and as such you’re

therefore quite entitled in your markedly

perverse attitude to politics and all else

for that matter, and this powerfully

conjoined with your astonishing

hubris persistently, explicitly

and publicly displayed, as

well as your twisted antithesis to everything you

subjectively disparage or abhor don’t render it

either imperative to consider or desirable of

your perceived precious time to graciously

exemplify any clarification whatever of

what definitely it is that you are doing

or, furthermore, specifically why in

your narcissistic intolerance you

find it so absolutely necessary

to intentionally inflict such

premeditated austerity in

cooperation with what’s

evidently a protracted,

unwarranted misery

and dire poverty on

average members

of the indulgent

UK community!



© Stanley V. Collymore

8 January 2016.





Author’s Remarks:

This poem is affectionately dedicated to my personal inspirational British politician Jeremy Corbyn the democratically elected, and by a massive majority, incumbent leader of the British Labour Party - and a timely up yours from me reminder to all those either too stupid to accept that fact or are so full of themselves and living in their delusional world of make belief they’re unmistakably aren’t in the same rational world that the rest of us sane Homo sapiens inhabit; a political party, the Labour Party that I’ve always steadfastly supported, though not most of its previous leaders, cabinet members nor governments. And on the topical issue of Jeremy’s quite recent shadow cabinet reshuffle if hypothetically that task had be left entirely up to me I would have wielded the axe much more widely, purposefully and viciously and quietly literally across their collective necks.



But then we all don’t, and that includes me, have the same indisputable and laudable tolerance level and penchant for forgiveness that Jeremy Corbyn evidently has. What a terrible shame though that undemocratic and barbaric Bantu Saudi that these purblind House of Commons pillocks, masquerading as MPs, and who graspingly and avidly bend over backwards, their usual thing really, to support this Persian Gulf obscenity laughably portraying itself as a “state” can do that sort of thing; quite cavalierly and noticeably indifferently lop off multiple heads at will and in a single day and with supportive impunity from the west, including those aforementioned jerks infesting the House of Commons, and a purported democratic Britain, if only for the sheer hell of it, can’t do the same with our odious and genuine political felons. Not fair is it! (Laugh).



Seriously though, never mind Jeremy your supporters like me are staunchly behind you all the way. And as a comforting thought and note of reassurance the Pharisees and the Sadducees of his time, and the feckless Westminster Bubble and privileged elite who are our contemporary equivalent, neither understood nor tolerated Jesus Christ for who or what he was or even what he was all about, just as our contemporary clique of corresponding, self-serving and avaricious Pharisees and Sadducees obviously don’t with you Jeremy. But we out here don’t worry about that and why should we? After all you’re in excellent company; as Jesus Christ’s message still prevails to this day, well over two millennia since he was physically on this same planet which we call Earth!



And Messiahs most categorically don’t only have to be religious. They can be political as well. Now let them think on that!

By Stanley Collymore



Death has its own characteristic methods and distinctive

means of doing things and achieving whatever it wants,

and simply doesn’t care whether or not its specifically

targeted acquisitions, mutually or else unilaterally

acquired, actually pleases anyone or, more likely

than not, doesn’t. So it’s utterly pointless then

for any one either to waste time obsessively

conjecturing about the inevitable, stupidly

assume they can indefinitely postpone

the inescapable or, for that matter, deem they’re capable

of successfully challenging the unavoidable. Yet the

inevitability of these indisputable truths constantly

fails to register with the coterie of obsessively

grasping, persistently warmongering and the

purblind, lunatic well-heeled class; their

similarly greedy, likeminded, wholly

uncontrolled, unconscionable and

biddable surrogates ceaselessly

ready and willing not only to

indulge but also fervently

implement every aspect

of their demonstrably

odious shenanigans

and the dishonest

artifices which

they forever

safeguard

in mind.



And all this reinforced by the pathetic and toadying actions

of the dim-witted, thoroughly indoctrinated, absolutely

class conscious subjugated, aspirant social climbing

and easily manipulated Plebeian masses, and all of

whom are conjoined in a self-delusional pact that

is patently oblivious to the fact that none of this

either makes any sense whatsoever to rational

human beings, or more profoundly in this

ludicrous equation that’s being proffered

that the Grim Reaper whose call it is and always was

doesn’t really give a toss what any of these utterly

self-delusional berks are up to when he regards

the time is appropriate to act; and significantly

is also totally aware, even if they aren’t, that

there’s absolutely nothing any of them or

the wealth which they’ve vaingloriously

accumulated can do –in terms that are

either clearly implausibly concrete

or plausibly negligible – to stave

off in any conceivable manner

what incontrovertibly will be

for each and every one of

them, and noticeably so,

the closing chapter and,

moreover, a manifestly

for all those involved

in this rather odious

and grasping trend

an ineluctable and

most proper end!



© Stanley V. Collymore

5 January 2016.





Author’s Remarks:

Man’s inhumanity to man is ever prevalent on a daily basis and money compounded by the obsessive pursuit of it at any cost and no matter who is dismissively and uncaringly trampled over in the process to acquire it and regardless of the means employed to get it, or how many will go hungry, homeless, be abandoned or actually die in self-serving and wholly unwarranted wars to satisfy the incessant avarice of those for whom it’s not only their sole raison d’être for existing but also their omnipotent god and just goes to show how deep the abyss of depravity is that now enfolds so many of human kind.



And who in their grotesque and obsessive greed noticeably and unfalteringly conjoined with their purblind stupidity and a shocking proclivity for ceaselessly repeating the same mistakes render them to be nothing more than brainless automatons that don’t seem to have even grasped the idea that for all their nefarious schemes and intrigues they’ve no choice but to exit this world, when the Grim Reaper dispassionately uses his scythe to effectively mow them down, as they initially arrived in it. In other words, with absolutely nothing; for not an iota of what they spent their pathetic lives cruelly and graspingly garnering, to the gross disadvantage of others, can they take with them; and all dead bodies whether of the poor or the rich, unless cremated, ultimately rot and smell the same. Worth thinking about!