The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

By Stanley Collymore



All hail to the Special Relationship that exists between

Bantu Saudi and Britain and in gloriously celebrating

it prescient-mindedly acknowledging as we happily

remind ourselves too that nothing whatsoever on

earth is, or could ever possibly be conjured up

in the most fertile of vivid imaginations, to

seriously rival or in any way jeopardize

its continuation; not even the often

spoken of and proclaimed to be

profoundly admired, shared

and longstanding alliance

supposedly that subsists

between the United

States of America

and the United

Kingdom!



For Bantu Saudi and Britain are firmly conjoined as

any two purported nations can profitably and self-

interestedly ever be with each other and having

so much in common as they psychologically

and empathetically do – everything from

their wonderful in several instances pre

but basically medievally-inspired and Divine Rights

of hereditary monarchies, toadying crowd pleasing

spectacle of public beheadings, crucifixions

and absolutely sadistic and humiliating

floggings to chastisement-induced

bodily amputations, habitual

female subjugation and

unequivocally ghastly

Wahabi-instigated

and nauseatingly

exported acts

of terrorism.



All of these specifically designed to ensure that the

respective classes in Britain and Bantu Saudi so

assiduously controlled by the powers that be

not only know their predetermined and

divine allocated places in life but

moreover, thoroughly shielded

from the infernal curse and

strife of democracy coupled with its dangerous

and societally disruptive consequences, also

inflexibly stick to them and never essay

to absurdly, idiotically or in any other

way stray from the established way

of doing things by entertaining

notions of ever rising above

their indisputably defined

and prescribed stations.



Thus between them the authorities in Britain and

Bantu Saudi have clandestinely agreed that to

properly protect and guarantee the enduring

longevity of the British monarchy and the

compelling autocracy of Bantu Saudi

there was simply no way that this

highly dangerous ideology of

democracy compounded by the granting of human

rights or the tolerance of freedom of expression

would be allowed with a free hand either to

propagate and much less so fulsomely

blossom and unchallenged actually

permitted to survive within the

monarchical boundaries of

the United Kingdom.



And most certainly so not under any British regime

led by David Cameron, his Conservative Zionist

Nazis or their counterparts in the Lib-Dems

and Labtories; and unyieldingly tied to

the commission of this loathsome

bilateral warranty – in actuality

that Special Relationship that neither of these two

entities - Britain with the noteworthy exception

of the exceedingly principled and democracy-

loving Jeremy Corbyn naturally, nor its

Persian Gulf Bantustan, Bantu Saudi

would ever voluntarily permit the

status quo ante either to ever be

fundamentally challenged, or

given a snowflake in hell’s

chance of in the slightest

being necessarily or in

any achievable way

suitably reformed

either imminently

or remotely in

the distant

future.



© Stanley V. Collymore

30 October 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

To have the arch-medieval, sadistically barbaric, Wahabi-indoctrinated, savagely undemocratic, human rights violating, terrorism propagating coupled with the most brutish implementation of the worst heinous acts of terrorism; wholly unconscionable, comprehensively misogynistic and essentially the most repulsive elements of any living creatures on earth absurdly passing themselves off as human beings, putridly infecting and likewise infesting the Persian Gulf Bantustan entity of Bantu Saudi; camel-fuckers extraordinaire and with an old goat Salman as the current and purported monarch of this irredeemable cess pity of stomach-churning iniquity and himself not only a feral, psychopathic and incestuous pervert but also a proselytising aficionado and past master of the most horrendous acts of terrorism; it beggars belief that these desert vermin can have the audacity to mention themselves in the same breath as they scurrilously defame the name and integrity – the latter an alien and unattainable concept for these odious specimens of whatever species of parasites they belong to – of Jeremy Corbyn. Constituting the worst form of political sacrilege I can imagine, coming as it does from those to whom democracy hasn’t in the past, doesn’t or will it ever feature in the foreseeable future in their lexicon of barbaric activities. So shut up! And go mount a camel, Desert Scum, as you often do in preference to your biddable women!

By Stanley Collymore



I was once haplessly obliged to overhear, as was everyone

else on that public omnibus to Worthing, a rather loud

monologue debilitatingly pretty annoying because

it was actually so mindlessly uninspiring but

nevertheless continuously went on apace

while risibly passing itself off as

a conversation when nothing

of the kind, I freely admit, could

have been further removed in

logical terms from the utter

grandstanding and wind-

bawling pursuit of

this incredibly

narcissistic,

female

twit!



The subject she was distinctly and obsessively

concerned with, as was quite obvious to all

of us from the very beginning and who

unfortunately were ensconced with

her throughout our journey on

that No.23 public transport

bus owned and operated

by the regional company Metrobus was sex,

which this woman clearly had a problem

with but apparently didn’t see things

that way, making it abundantly clear

in her distinctly ostentatious and

what transparently for her was

also emphatically passed off

as an objective discourse, that by no stretch

of anyone’s imagination was she a fan,

or could ever be influenced to be, of

sexual intercourse and much less

so the personal indulgence of

being plausibly prevailed

upon by anybody, man

or woman, to having

sexually induced

orgasms which

plainly were

out of that

question!



And while she grudgingly conceded that Nature’s perverse

and extremely challenging interventions, as she perceives

some sexual inclinations to be, do at times cause that

unfortunately chosen individual to prioritize and

regrettably out of carnal necessity indulge in

sexually relieving themselves occasionally

in such given situations; all the same,

she emphatically stated, their prevalence

disturbingly compounded by the well known physical and

moral dangers of such extravagances ought not to be

cavalierly understated in the maddening rush to

get one’s self sexually mated, but should

instead be most sagaciously and self-

controllably in every conceivable

fashion be seen as a cancerous

curse or even worst and never tolerated let alone

willingly encouraged simply for the sake of

gratuitously having what are very often

overrated and, especially for women

having sex with men, invariably

impossible to achieve, quite

uneventful and regularly

resulting in generally

embarrassing and

shrewdly faked,

hot-blooded

orgasms!



© Stanley V. Collymore

23 October 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

This passenger, of course, was and is entitled to her personal points of view and while I support her entitlement to express them in an appropriate forum I nevertheless don’t subscribe to any one frequently unprovoked in any way stridently, and most unconcernedly for the sensitivity or the right to travel peaceably on a public mode of transport and who just as intrinsically is entitled to that right having such rights callously and or narcissistically usurped by others with a particular bee in their bonnet.



That said, and even though this woman’s arguments were manifestly skewed by God alone knows what and that’s not for me to decipher as I didn’t know her and even though she was making a profound nuisance of herself it wasn’t me that she was directly addressing but in effect all of us who were basically involuntarily trapped on that bus with her, there were some points that she made that were nevertheless valid I thought. But that’s my opinion and you’re perfectly and at will entitled to yours after reading this poem.



What I would say though is this, that there appears to be a very disconcerting and increasingly as well irritating phenomenon pervading large tracts of the UK where people with little of substance to say and regardless of whether or not anyone wants to hear let alone actually listen to what they decide to unthinkingly regurgitate from within their generally purblind minds, automatically think that they have a dispensation to do precisely that.



And other than the restriction of sex effectively used as a tool to prevent more of their kind being insidiously produced, I really don’t see why the curtailment of a rather practical and highly efficient means of continuing a particular species and that generally is most pleasurable as well should be inhibited.

By Stanley Collymore



Hang on a bit don’t I know you? Yes of course I do! You’re

that leftist, terrorist-loving twit who likes masquerading as

a serious journalist as you strive not only to befuddle the

heads of but as well perniciously and deliberately fool

your everyday Brit while premeditatedly incensing

those of us: people effectively like me, that these

ordinary people look up to and unconsciously

quite happily, endemically and traditionally

too, class-consciously know full well and

readily accept that by Divine Right are

born to rule them. So why then as you’ve consistently done

in the past, and still carry on doing to this day, purposely

go out of your way to unnecessarily upset and confuse

them with your far-fetched, treasonous and obviously

impracticable notions, compounded by your risible

assertions of their inalienable and, listen to this,

legal entitlement to them of universal human

rights, racial and gender equality and what

you leftists vaingloriously see, promote

as, and even absurdly guarantee aren’t

only the principles of democracy but

must also lawfully, constitutionally

and permanently be enshrined as

the only practical way forward

in relation to how the people

not just of Britain, but also

other societies worldwide

ought independently to

administer their own

individual country.



I ask you! Does such political blasphemy realistically

do anything positively either for our happy subjects –

citizens I mean – or the rest of us their superiors?

Of course not! For it only causes rancorous

divisions where previously none existed

and that ideally can’t be beneficial, by

any deduction, for the overall good

of our proud and unified nation,

the United Kingdom! And looked at pragmatically

and not through some idealistic and hopelessly

ill-conceived prism liberally fashioned in an

undoubtedly bizarre cauldron of the hatred

of our people and a fanatical derision for

your own country by you and others of

your sort and that unhappily you were

quite irresponsibly and significantly

dangerously indulged in, I earnestly

believe, by media outlets like the

Guardian, is it really any wonder

then that with him now the leader

of Britain’s Labour Party you’ve

rather shamelessly opted Seumas

Milne to explicitly and firmly

align yourself with another

traitor, terrorist lover and

obsessive hater of the

United Kingdom,

Jeremy Corbyn?



© Stanley V. Collymore

22 October 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

In my honest opinion, as well as by any objective analysis one can employ, Seumas Milne is undoubtedly and incomparably not only the best but equally by far the most straightforward, interesting to read, informative and principled journalist of any gender throughout the entire United Kingdom and furthermore, I firmly believe, has been so for a considerable time now, and rather pleasurably for me I don’t see him ever being remotely overtaken in that capacity; and most certainly NOT by the vainglorious, completely and unwarrantedly full of themselves, transparently ill-educated by any benchmark that one can devise - my maternal Grandmother lovingly implanted in my mind from the age of four when for the first time I formally attended primary school that book learning should never be equated with basic commonsense or for that matter genuine intelligence – and furthermore, profoundly educationally challenged and obtuse stenographers who when not two sheets to the wind would be hard-pressed to tell you what time of day it was, so effectively brainwashed are they in other words that the making of independent decisions that normal people habitually engage in during their everyday life is a Himalayan assignment for these robotically controlled freaks who simply do whatever it is that they’re told to do.



So understandably looking at it from their skewed perspective on life people like Seumas Milne are unsurprisingly regarded by them with the utmost suspicion and not only because he’s a far better journalist than they could ever be but principally too because he’s not psychologically like them nor is he the sort of person to demean himself and his values for the filthy lucre that these useless stenographers prostitute themselves for. For whichever way that one objectively assesses Seumas Milne it soon become demonstrably clear that compared to all of the others in his line of work he is one colossal giant in every plausible way when compared to or set beside the throng of unctuous stenographers that infest the plutocratic world of Pygmyland, or more fittingly put the misnomer that narcissistically and quite delusionally sees itself as the British mainstream media. So there’s certainly no need: pressing or otherwise, on my part for me to defend Seumas Milne who is fully proficient at defending himself.



However, as a longstanding and committed supporter of Jeremy Corbin I couldn’t resist the temptation to serve up some of these morons own and unpalatable medicine to these brain-dead detractors and vilifying castigators of both Seumas Milne and Jeremy Corbyn for their recently conjoined alliance that has thankfully really got up the noses of these imbecilic pillocks. For it powerfully confirms one thing at least, if there was any doubt at all about that which there never was, how completely petrified and intensely worried these perfidious and downright pernicious “Divine Righters”, class-privileged entrenched lowlife scum and the virulent enemies at every turn of real democracy are. For why else would they unremittingly keep spewing out the same noxious vomit that they do?So forgetting them and using irony and sarcasm in this poem to ridicule them I’ll simply say to Seumas Milne on your new and superb appointment as advisor to Jeremy Corbyn, welcome on board mate! And keep giving these lowlife scum nightmares.

By Stanley Collymore



The dawning of the upcoming day will joyously

for us herald in an altogether new beginning in

our individual and collective lives; for what’s

now indeed tomorrow and readily conceded

as the imminent future will then certainly

be the visible appearance of the present,

signifying the inauguration and legal

consolidation of a new and eagerly looking

forward to relationship in our combined

and reciprocally committed to each

other marital life; that of a keenly

amorous, forever considerate

and committedly, beyond

any doubt, affectionate

at all times husband

and most worthily

romantic and, of

course, loving

husband and

gorgeous

wife!



© Stanley V. Collymore

21 October 2015.





Author’s Comments:

There’s a wise Barbadian saying that creatively put – what other method is there in well-educated Barbados? – humorously but equally eruditely states that the ardent Beau chases the cautious Belle until she eventually decides it’s time to catch him. Well you know full well what I’m referring to the both of you, for the energy jointly created by you as well as the combustion generated between you two is considerably much more than what’s required to keep any national grid: electricity or of any other kind, running if not in perpetuity then at least for decades to come (smile).



Anyway, we all of us on both sides of your families most categorically join together in congratulating you Louise: my truly adorable Barbadian cousin and Goddaughter and also you Heinz, my superbly brilliant, you always reminded me that you were anyway (smile) German, former university student – don’t forget though the discounted price, as you’ll soon be officially family now, that we agreed on, for my saying the above in relation to your brilliance and which you can now pay into my personal overseas bank account whose number I gave to you (laugh).



Seriously though, your predictable – no puns from you young man for that’s my job - engagement was a great source of joy to me, all of those who’re closely connected to you and I’m absolutely certain too, as she freely confessed to me that it was, Louise as well. So naturally, we’re all geared up for and eagerly anticipating the event itself and also the energetic celebrations that inevitably and most welcomingly will undoubtedly provide the rewarding focus of your upcoming and from the rest of us very supportive and festive wedding.



All the best to you Heinz and Louise! Superfluously reminding you, but I’ll say it nevertheless, that your forthcoming marital union couldn’t have happened to a nicer and more deserving couple. And personally I can’t wait to be there! In the meantime, this poem: “The Marital Bond” is specifically written for and dedicated to you.

By Stanley Collymore



Systematically and sexually abused both by you and

your equally detestable friends and with my serial

humiliation absolutely and heartlessly at your

mercy and likewise in your brutal and

controlling hands: contrived by you

it’s true but authoritatively and

malignantly sanctioned by those, the faceless ones, that

wholeheartedly and zealously support you and whose

obviously assured, covert but nevertheless official

immunity assigned you the right to act as you

do, that you most welcomingly enjoy and

furthermore willingly and unconcernedly execute

with absolute impunity, has been itself vigorously

conjoined with the twisted fantasies and deviant

plans of your thoroughly sick minds liberally

awashed with an enduring and profoundly

fixated proclivity faithfully evinced by

your notorious predilection for and

devilish pursuit of unscrupulous

and debauched activities of

the inescapably sinister,

outright and deeply

depraved kind.



But psychologically and against all the odds I was manifestly

and massively confronted with I did manage to defiantly,

although understandably secretively so, fight back as

best I could; having promised myself that I would

when with no other viable alternative options

open to me other than pretending that this

wanton abuse of me wasn’t happening

or else to shut it out permanently from

my mind I should resort to killing

myself and be done with it. Solutions that I had no intention

of ever embarking on; for to do so I would be giving my

serial abusers the immense pleasure and satisfaction

of them appreciating they’d not only physically

subjugated but similarly too had emotionally

crushed me. Intrinsically acknowledging

their victory in this one-sided war of

unwarranted sexual attrition they’d

not only unleashed upon me but

had also quite barbarically and

insensitively pursued against

others too whom they had

mercilessly forced into

the same situation; as

paedophiles always

and callously do!



But I’m now no longer that utterly defenceless child of

yesteryear: exceedingly young, vulnerable and deeply

traumatized by strictly unaccustomed to and very

unwelcomed affairs of the physical and carnal

kind that then personally involved and also

implicated me in these sordid acts of perfidy that I’d not

willingly consented to nor could I legally have done

so even if I’d known what they were all about

and was of a mind that wanted to, which

most assuredly wasn’t the case and

emphatically were activities that

forcibly and unavoidably I had inflicted on

me. Additionally knowing full well that

while this uncalled for mistreatment was being

systematically perpetrated against me there

wasn’t anyone whom I could realistically

trustingly anticipate finding for much

needed support or a sympathetic

understanding of what was

quite appallingly and

also unpardonably

habitually then

happening

to me.



Voiceless then I was and at best summarily dismissed,

when I initially tried to complain to those whom I

naively felt either could or should have been

there for me and doing their utmost to

assist me in every way they could,

as a flirtatious fantasist, or else a little Madam distinctly

out to dishonestly and intentionally cause trouble for

or else intentionally ruin the hard-earned careers and

reputations of those that they claimed I spitefully

disliked and wanted to occasion harm to; and

consequently in those given circumstances

and from their discernibly “principled”

perceptions they absolutely saw no

purpose whatever in carrying on

with my wholly “unjustified”,

slanderous and evidently

in their biased opinions

my all too obviously

libellous, nasty and

rather spurious

allegations.



But that’s no more now! For with the advent of a new century,

changes in moral attitudes, myself energized by all this and

thankfully transformed into a self-confident and intensely

conscientious adult: something I never imagined that I

would ever become, I’m still here and appreciatively

very much alive. But unfortunately for you my

abusers, all the other loathsome paedophile

perpetrators and those of you who knew

all along yet silently excused what they

were evilly up to, let me chillingly

inform you I’m quite determined in this new frame of

mind I’m in and however long it does take to have

justice: long overdue in any case, for all those

victims long passed away and buried in the

annals of time, along with others like me

that providentially survived and by the

Grace of God Almighty are still here

to steadfastly, unapologetically

and openly say that we won’t

ever give up on this one, and will

pursue you all, each and every

way, until justice at the end

of the day is honourably

and deservedly done!



© Stanley V. Collymore

19 October 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

I was initially sorely tempted to write not only the title but also a version for publication too of this particular poem in Latin although I must stress not for any grandiloquent or intellectually superior motives –would I do a thing like that? Of course not he says – but chiefly because the subject matter I’m dealing with here has in my honest opinion discernibly, disingenuously and most decidedly been intentionally misused and abused I very much believe by the powers that be and others with their own or similarly self-serving interests as historic crimes, and one can’t get any more historic, logically speaking and placed in those given circumstances, than actually resorting to the enshrined and universally accepted, historic language than the aforesaid Latin.



However, my German partner who voluntarily takes an enthusiastic interest in my work and is additionally very supportive of what I do, and furthermore is someone I’m most delighted to bounce any of my work off of because of her superb judgement, untainted honesty and terrific ability to fearlessly speak her mind, which partly accounts for why she’s my partner, tongue in cheek jovially questioned whether it was a shrewd move on my part to do so, adding that many of those in Britain that risibly attach an inherent and thoroughly paranoid hubris to the English Language they quite delusionally like to exclusively claim as their own when they clearly don’t have a comprehensive awareness or discernment of it in its properly written, communicative or intellectual form, how then could one judiciously expect such people, including 98% of MPs in the House of Commons, to take any interest in let alone figure out something that was written in Latin? In fact her precise words, which characteristic of her are quite impressive I must say were:



“Warum bemuehen sich, ein Haufen nutzloser Lemminge asininely versessen darauf Selbstmord vom Sprung von einer gefaehrlichen Klippe am Meer, um ihre unvermeidliche Todesfaelle auf den Felsen in der turbulenten Wasser des unter dem Meeresspiegel eingebettet zu stoppen?”



Translated into English it emphatically states, and I must add she was referring specifically to the usual suspect British MPs: Tories, Lib-Dems, Labtories and their fellow travellers: “Why endeavour to stop a bunch of useless lemmings asininely hell-bent on suicide from jumping off a dangerous seaside cliff to their inevitable deaths on the rocks embedded in the turbulent waters of the sea below?”



But whatever language she’d chosen at that moment to use, as usual she was spot on with her prescient-minded observation; and so I decided to keep the English version and English title. Although for the pleasure of you Latinists out there the poem’s Latin title is: “Tardius properantem in agris nactus judicium de hostiis salutaribus fecunda Britania profert pedophiles!”



However, to get down to the real nitty gritty of why this poem was written in the first place I’ll unapologetically say it’s categorically because I’m firmly convinced that no one either in or who’s even remotely linked to the powers that be in the United Kingdom have the slightest intention of taking paedophilia seriously let alone doing anything positively about it; not least because they’re all involved in it in one manner or another and likewise for every one of them it’s a rite of passage in their sick and sadistic, lacking in self-worth propensity to demonstrate their class-based and essentially delusional notion of their farcically believed God-given and innate superiority to do whatever they want with impunity backed by covert state immunity for their heinous crimes; and thus see that as the ultimate expression of the power they wield to abuse anyone they choose to and moreover basically regard as their inferiors.



I shan’t waste my time going over the despicable shenanigans of Theresa May whose lack of probity I equate to a box of foul smelling frogs; in other words this feral specimen of what passes for mankind doesn’t have any and wouldn’t recognize the word probity or for that matter anything tenuously associated with it even if her pathetic life depended on it. And the self-appointed and patently vainglorious body that ludicrously and disingenuously claims it represents the interests of the victims of paedophile have as much credibility I believe as the Ku Klux Klan claiming the same thing in respect of Black Civil Rights in the USA.And my partner and several German friends all want to know why it is that a country like the UK that boasts about its democracy, law and order and justice systems and arbitrarily pushes its skewed version of these down the throats of others whether they want them or not has to go to the other side of the world to engage a Maori, Kiwi bint to do their dirty work for them and at a reputed £500.000 per annum plus all the extra perks that go with her sinecure, like holidays and visits back to her homeland and all this at a time of austerity in the UK paid for NOT by the rich and powerful British Establishment and so-called celebrity sexual and paedophile abusers but by the hard-pressed British taxpayer?



A very nice little earner Lowell Goddard and bearing in mind that at the most probable earliest you don’t have to report your findings – which are self-evident to anyone with a functioning brain in his or her head – until after 2020? Another Chilcott in the making I’d say! Want my honest opinion? It’s a scam and Theresa May and her lot on both sides of the House of Commons aisle are getting YOU to pay for it! Knowing what a superabundance of cap-doffing to their “superiors” idiots there are in the UK, enabling them to applaud themselves as they get away with it. So totally pissed off with all this I decided for sanity’s sake to move away from the fantasy of it all and instead write this poem which is based on what I perceive that a real life survivor of paedophilia, in this case a female but it’s also pertinent to those of the male gender too, were they given a proper hearing, genuinely listened to and were also allowed and encouraged to openly tell of their heinous treatment and the insufferable trauma they were premeditatedly subjected to by those who run our country.

By Stanley Collymore



Thank you whoever it was that created and fantastically

in every conceivable way, I must say, also assisted

in making me who and most certainly what I am:

a recidivist paedophile and determined child

abuser. Someone that most emphatically

has been granted by those in power: the

British government of the day, House

of Commons MPs and House of

Lords attendees, particularly those who like me are

committed and even longstanding Tories and quite

justifiably loyal members of the Conservative

Party; the Lib-Dems and unsurprisingly too

the Labtories. Not forgetting, of course,

all Bullingdon Club members: past,

as well as present and logically privileged parasitical

necrophiliacs included; the British Establishment,

those that either run or control Britain’s “ethical”

Security Services, law enforcement agencies,

the MoD and quite predictably those keen

social climbing corporate media pundits

and the plethora of other Useful Idiots: neo-white

trash Caucasians, Asians and toadying House

Nigger so-called celebrities. So my deepest

thanks to you all from the very bottom of

my heart for your earnest and profoundly committed

support in every way, ensuring that I’m now most

fittingly regarded as an upright and truly worthy

subject of the United Kingdom to kneel at the

feet of my Monarch to receive my official

gong, as I unconcernedly and with no

possibility ever of criminal charges

ever being levelled against me,

carry on with the customary

state sanctioned impunity

granted to all privileged

UK paedophiles doing

what, of course, is

fundamental and

most natural to

paedophiles

like me!



© Stanley V. Collymore

16 October 2015.





Author’s Comments:

Tom Watson the recently elected Deputy Leader of the British Labour Party has been summoned before some bloody obscure House of Commons committee whose dim-witted members and the committee itself 99.9% of your average Brits have never heard of to account, and as some of these brain-dead fucking idiots would have him do, publicly apologize for having the sheer temerity and barefaced audacity as they perceive it to report a former House of Commons and prominent Tory, arch Zionist yid MP and a staunch supporter of Nazi Zionist apartheid Israel allegedly and quite conveniently now dead and not hiding away in his beloved Israel under a new identityas some reliable sources state that he is – but who the fuck cares? – to the police for acts of child paedophilia notified to him in his position as a constituency MP it’s believed by a constituent of Tom Watson’s. Isn’t this what indisputably conscionable MPs - and I categorically rule out attention seekers and in my honest opinion dubious and bogus fuckers with their own hidden and personal demon problems to deflect before these eventually catch up with his sort which they certainly will and of which there’s no doubt whatsoever in my mind the likes Simon Danczuk don’t fit into the Tom Watson category!



For decades at least these plethora of pervertedly sick bastards have systematically abused and even killed young children, very vulnerable young persons and adults and routinely got away with it because they not only had blanket immunity to do so by the powers that be in the UK that for the most part were themselves involved in these gross acts of perversion, but ever since the lid came off their Pandora’s box they’ve done everything in their power to deflect attention away from those involved while dishonestly as well giving to a largely idiotic and very gullible British public the notion that something is being done to expose the perpetrators: dead or alive as well as prosecute and imprison for the rest of their pathetic, psychopathic, sociopathic and utterly sick lives all those who are still alive. But this won’t happen and for two principle reasons: the sickos who run our country and in whose self-interests it’s suitable not to do anything about it on the one hand, and on the other the plethora of idiots across the UK that believe all the shit that these largely white scum tell them.



And to have a so-called House of Commons committee more concerned about the sensitivities of an allegedly dead Zionist yid and his family than getting down to the real issue of paedophilia in the UK speaks volumes about the cunts we have generally in the House of Commons. It’s not for me to tell Tom Watson how to respond, but if I were in his shoes I’ll tell these dissolute and full of themselves purblind mother fuckers what to do with themselves! This suspect that these prats are vaingloriously seeking to protect had plenty of time and opportunity to protect himself when he was “alive” and didn’t avail himself of it or had those who could do so on his behalf publicly and legally speak out on his behalf. And as I see it, and significantly these pseudo democracy whenever it suits them white trash MPs would have the sensible among us believe, I fundamentally believe that no one is above the law whoever they are, consider themselves to be, or have others do that for them.And that includes cunt MPs sitting asininely on a House of Commons select committee! So go shove it and you perfectly well know where!

By Stanley Collymore



You came into my life quite unexpectedly, and very much

so unsurprisingly as well; for in every conceivable way

that I can think of nothing like this was ever intended

by me or strictly and being perfectly honest you see

was never actually meant to be. And as for falling

in love while on my holiday the pragmatist that

I am, I would have jovially said to anyone who

suggested a scenario like this that such a

supposition from my very own personal perspective

wasn’t only far-fetched and a decidedly unlikely

probability but likewise as well for someone

seeking to promote such a risible notion

as this would quickly find that theirs

was an estimation, even with the

fanciful perceptions overactive

minds do zealously conjure

up when on vacation, that

even so and especially

in my case would

testify to being a

relatively hard

preference

to sell.



Besides, as complete strangers to each other initially we

were also individually on separate holiday schedules

that only converged simply, as it happened, because

coincidentally we were staying at the same hotel,

which from the start of each December until

March of the following year, and on a

consecutive basis for the previous

five years as well, I had for

academic research and

other literary reasons utilized as a temporary

home; so, consequently, romance for me

in any shape or form was the furthest

thing possibly then from my mind

and surely out of the question;

and that was astutely based

on insightful pragmatism

and not cold arrogance;

or me, deliberately in

any way, seeking

to be unkind.



But having assuredly convinced myself that my amorous

defences were assiduously, impeccably and naturally

impregnably in place and I was therefore in effect

as victim free as anyone could possibly be in

such given circumstances I logically, as is

my forte, conscientiously got on

as I’d customarily done on all other previous

occasions with what my cerebral vacation

and therefore my intuitive mind were

essentially aiming for: motivating

pursuits that specifically were

of a challenging and very

intellectual nature and

categorically not of

the carnal kind.



Apparently though I’d not only overlooked but had

also clearly forgotten in this meticulous strategy

of self-protection I’d routinely and sedulously

taken, omitted to factor into this restorative

equation the definitive law of unintended

consequences; and that’s where self-

confidently, enchantingly, totally

engaging, as it happened and I’m honourably

bound to say, you most disarmingly and

quite pleasurably too in ever possible

way that any genuinely worthy and

truly cultured lady can artlessly

contrive, emphatically and

most rewardingly came

into my life. And most

gratefully, energizingly and very highly

rewardingly, we have reciprocally

and faithfully promised that

for the rest of our natural

lives that’s precisely

where freely we

both plan on

having you

stay!



© Stanley V. Collymore

8 October 2015.





Author’s Comments:

Alles Gute zum Geburtstag meiner Prinzessin mit all meiner Liebe! Und vielen Dank fuer all die schoenen Zeiten herrlich zusammen und verbunden mit den gegenseitigen, exquisite und dauerhafte Errinerungen an sie ausgegeben, dass wir teilen. Ich liebe Dich!



Happy Birthday my Princess with all my love! And thanks for all the wonderful times gloriously spent together and conjoined with the mutual, exquisite and enduring memories of them that we share. I love you!



The German Title of this poem is: “Ein unverzichtbares Liebe, die fast nicht geschehen!

By Stanley Collymore



You obviously don’t know me; nor have you the

foggiest idea what I think or how I live my life.

And why should you? For not only are we

total strangers to each other but were I

to plausibly put that reality aside, as

I’m perfectly entitled to do, what

we either of us get up to in our

everyday life: generally or privately, has

absolutely nothing whatsoever to do

with each other. So why can’t you

fully accept that, stop being the

total prat you evidently are

and not only declare that

you will, but also from my

outlook expectantly fulfil that given pledge

by you to me and afterwards simply and

completely leave me alone, as I most

earnestly want you to, to live this

life which fortunately I’ve been

given. and what’s more is not

yours to either unilaterally

or in any other manner

influence but is quite

determinedly and

exclusively and

eternally my

very own!



© Stanley V. Collymore

13 October 2015.





Author’s remarks:

This poem is dedicated to Jeremy Corbyn and all those who in their everyday and private life unwarrantedly find themselves in the same invidious situation of being moronically stalked.



Whether it’s a solitary, demonstrably arrogant and delusional with it, or a pathetically sociopathic, patently lacking in self-worth, control freak nutter or even a psychopathic loner or loser acting solely on their own; or equally a supposedly mainstream corporate entity behaving in the same puerile and attention grabbing way, the stalker: whether an opportunist or otherwise a hardcore recidivist, is a nefarious phenomenon prevalent unfortunately in our contemporary society. And like the deeply pernicious Evil that all cancers – which stalking is - malevolently represent, can and invariably do set out to ensnare, pervade and corrupt even the most decent, principled and worthy of human lives.



If in any doubt of this please check out the Daily Telegraph rag and likewise ask Sky News to furnish you with a copy of its Press Preview recording of a few nights ago – the exact date slips my mind right now as I write but then my functioning brain easily dismisses such banal crap and doesn’t usually bother to register it – featuring the transparently brain-dead, embarrassingly ultra-royalist - in 2015 I ask you - sycophant and sluttish white (?) trash cunt Roya Nikkhah, specifically in relation to her very own and her rag’s ongoing infantile, utterly demented and fabricated comments about the massively elected – and that even after the election is done and dusted still gets up the noses of these purblind assholes – Labour Party leader, Jeremy Corbyn.



Now if this isn’t stalking then we undoubtedly need a new etymological definition of that word. Not that Roya Nikkhah, her correspondingly completely dim-witted chums at the Daily Telegraph rag or their fellow travellers come to that are mentally equipped with the capability or basic intellect to discern far less acknowledge what etymological means or furthermore correctly utilize words as they’re properly meant to be.

By Stanley Collymore



Kiss her hand you ghastly, bearded Republican terrorist

sympathizer and existential threat to our monarchical

Britain! For how dare you anticipate ever being an

authentic member of the Privy Council, the

august body that advises Her Majesty,

and not expect to kneel at our head

of state’s feet and adoringly kiss

her hand, you disreputable, treacherous and

absolutely insufferable man that without

any quibbling or a shadow of doubt

is a festering sore and gross insult

to all of us proud, deeply loyal

and patriotic subjects of HM

the Queen and, of course,

our intensely precious

United Kingdom?



Yet, you have the gall, the sheer temerity and

even the barefaced audacity, Jeremy Corbyn

to actually call yourself an Englishman!

How could you? Especially when our

medieval system of entrenched class

consciousness, quite formidably

and privileged exceptionalism,

routine nepotism and knowing our place in

society; as those, who by divine right and

born to rule the rest of us always know

what’s best for us - has continuously

worked wonderfully well for our

beloved country: comprising

England, Wales, Northern Ireland and Scotland,

that we are acutely honoured to call Britain;

and therefore must unchanged continue

to do so without revolting notions of

spurious meritocracy, social and

racial equality compounded by

your untenable egalitarian

meddling, never allowed

to endanger any or all

of this, Commissar

Jeremy Corbyn!



© Stanley V. Collymore

9 October 2015.





The Author’s unabashed remarks:

I’ve not laughed so much recently from any political fallout as what’s been generally going on in the world by or at the behest of the west is clearly not a laughing matter; but I really couldn’t help myself when first the xenophobic bile and racist crap coming from Theresa May then followed by David Cameron’s rather puerile, totally unconvincing but all the same clearly and worried onslaught on you Jeremy Corbyn simply had me in great stitches of laughter. And I must confess that within David Cameron’s vilification speech of you there was one thing I wholeheartedly agreed with him on, Jeremy – but then it was something I was always fully cognizant of – that yes, you are indeed a great threat to him and the Britain he and his likeminded ilk quite evidently represent.



But thankfully from my perspective and seemingly that of many other people across the entire United Kingdom and beyond who aren’t manipulatively snared into the ambit of David Cameron’s propagandizing, narcissistic and utterly self-serving rhetoric, which essentially individuals like me who can and do think for themselves are neither swayed by or in the slightest find remotely convincing; for you are a genuine threat Jeremy but for all the right reasons! So keep on getting them worried, paranoid and occupied like King Canute in trying to stop the in your case the progressive waves of change from reaching the shores of instability which the likes of David Cameron have intentionally and dogmatically caused.



In the meantime all power to the efforts of CLIVE LEWIS the NORWICH MP and the very welcome new progressive movement to truly democratize the Labour Party. MOMENTUM, it’s called! So get in touch with him pronto all you Labour activist and supporters. And I shall assiduously be doing my very best to promote and assist MOMENTUM in every way that I humanly can, and at the same time bring to the notice of Labour Party members and the public in general that while the Labtories in the parliamentary Labour party who are crying foul that genuine and grassroots democracy within the Labour Party and under your leadership Jeremy Corbyn is a particularly dreadful thing - some of them in your Shadow Cabinet and we know who they are – and consequently from their decidedly skewed and utterly sick prospective, and obviously seen as asininely from my own, contravenes the core principles of the Labour Party they say.



Really? When these same hypocritical, clearly self-serving and pernicious bastards are, as supposedly Labour Party MPs in the House of Commons, all staunch members of the “NEW LABOUR PROGRESS ORGANIZATION”: a secretive lobby founded by the yiddish Zionist John Sainsbury of the supermarket family and himself an arch-Tory. But people like me always knew THESE LABTORIES were traitors and 5th columnists in the Labour Party that’s why they must be got rid of, through a concerted Zionist ethnic cleansing in reverse of our own at grassroots and constituency levels and comprehensively DE-SELECT THEM and effectively stop them ever becoming Labour Party parliamentary candidates or MPs again. Then they’ll be wholly free to go home to the Tory Party where these unconscionable and nakedly venal scum actually belong!

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By Stanley Collymore



Don’t tell me, you’ve lost that will to love because your

boyfriend has dumped you! Well what on earth did

you expect from him on his realizing that you

were simply fair game for any guy who was

financially loaded, that routinely paid you

false compliments and, what’s more,

cheerfully lied through his teeth in

the process to get what he clearly

wanted from you – sex and

nothing more; and all because he instinctively knew

and additionally got to understand that effortlessly

you’re quite an unproblematic sucker for this

kind of purblind stuff and thus an easy lay

when it comes to hearing whatever any

randy Lothario has to say in order to

have his licentious way with you;

and that furthermore in terms

of respect either for your boy

friend let alone yourself

you clearly had none.



Yet now, utterly barefacedly, somewhat

extraordinarily and ironically too you

want others, and with you finding

yourself in this quandary which

you’ve intentionally created

for yourself, to completely sympathize with you

for your having wantonly and stupidly thrown

away in the most cavalier and irresponsible

of fashion that any woman possibly can,

the intense love of a truly decent and,

until your extremely inexcusable

behaviour, the committed love

of an honourable, decidedly

faithful and, undeniably,

a most adoring man!



© Stanley V. Collymore

8 October 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

As those of you who routinely read my work, and especially my poems, will know I write about things that I feel passionately about or which in some way or other has inspired me to comment on them; and this poem is no exception. The genesis of it came about when on a bus journey across West Sussex to the seaside resort town of Worthing just recently, and one that I frequently make when I’m in the UK, I overheard a conversation that prompted this poem. I wasn’t eavesdropping; that isn’t, never was or will it ever be a forte of mine as I have a life of my own and far more important things to do with it than to consciously tune in to the often idiotic conversations of most Brits nowadays. But sitting on this particular bus and at the very front of it I couldn’t, although I tried my level bus to shut it out, help but overhear this conversation coming from two young women who were quite literally, in marked contrast to where I was ensconced at the very front of the bus and directly behind the driver – you can’t get more forward as a passenger on a transport bus than that unless you chose, I say sarcastically, to sit on the lap of the driver.



Anyway, the prattle from these two women, who I know as long term but not speaking to acquaintances as they neither of them apparently feel that they have any obligation to work and regularly take trips on this same bus to Worthing to occupy their time, was most intrusive – can’t Brits of all kinds, and I say this pleadingly talk quietly, and why the hell do they think that everyone is either interested in or wants to hear their invariably banal conversations? Any road these two were no exception to this intrusive and particularly annoying practice that seemingly is nationwide across Britain nowadays. So I had no choice but to grin and bear their infernal chatter, even forced to dispense with my usual scribbling of stories and poems that I generally do when I’m on this one hour and 45 minutes duration drive to Worthing.



The essence of this loud conversation that I noticed others on the bus were equally pissed off with is contained in the poem I’ve written; but quite incredibly by these two females what this utterly praiseworthy man did in summarily and permanently dumping this trollop when he realized what she was up to is something to be vilified; and is clearly at fault for having the temerity and audacity to do so while narcissistically this slut evidently feels she is and ought to be justly regarded as the aggrieved one. But why am I not surprised by this when from the very top of British society to the lowest level of it it’s always somebody else’s fault and never that of the true perpetrator? Ruminate on that one philosophically and morally if the lot of you out there can! And that includes you David Cameron, Theresa May and Co.

By Stanley Collymore



I woke up in the middle of the night sweating most profusely,

what a dreadful fright, and earnestly sorely wondering what

on earth was going on. For I’d earlier had this quite awful

dream that Jeremy Corbyn was arrested on the specific

orders of the British Home Secretary Theresa May.

whose ministerial portfolio covers these sorts of

mundane things, for being an illegal migrant

living in Britain and who furthermore had

had the sheer audacity and the galling temerity to

brazenly stand for and even get himself elected

33 years in succession as a most popular MP

and, in addition, as we’ve recently seen as

undeniably the massively chosen leader

throughout the Labour movement;

disregard the sick, sore losers

and Labtory MPs, infecting

the House of Commons

with their presence,

in the real British

Labour Party.



His arrest immediately and naturally carried out through

the courtesy of that ever obliging, criminal and quite

sadistically murderous entity known as G4S; that,

to put it mildly, are seasoned past masters in

felonious activities like this. However, as

normality returned and with it my usual

composure I gradually realized it was

simply an upsetting dream that had turned into

an alarming nightmare and that probably had

earlier and somewhat unconsciously been

triggered, I dear say, by the distinctly

racist, xenophobic migration speech

tied to the mindless self-serving

vituperation by Theresa May:

the childless: small blessings

shouldn’t ever be ignored,

discernibly testosterone-

driven and abhorrent

third gender aspirant

for the top job as leader

of the Tory – forgive

me and I do beg

your pardon –

Nasty Party!



© Stanley V. Collymore

7 October 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

Thank God we have the Conservative Party in Britain and pillocks like Theresa May in it to keep our minds intelligently and perceptively focused. For without them, obviously sane and intelligent people, of whom there are still some in the United Kingdom, could quite despairingly in this overtly racist, xenophobic, delusional, sickening and perverted society called Britain rather inadvertently but understandably so given the circumstances they’re daily confronted with, actually think they’re going mad like the rest of the British population; which manifestly they are not!



Personally, I’m very partial to ethnic cleansing in Britain provided of course we get rid of the MP scum in all parties, the paedophile practitioners and their Tory, Lib-Dem and Labtory protectors in conjunction with most of the powers that be and the British Establishment for whom such pernicious and sickening activities are a rite of passage; while leaving decent human beings, and that includes immigrants, to carry on developing Britain as it should be; and against all the odds hopefully transform it into a caring, equitable and a truly egalitarian country that commands the respect of the rest of the world, and doesn’t have to gratuitously and unwarrantedly bomb the shits out of them to make our sanctimonious and hypocritical voices heard.

By Stanley Collymore



You keep touching me like no other man has ever touched

me before and young and sexually inexperienced though

I might be I’m even so well aware that what you’re

doing is really all about you and most definitely

not about me; and if you don’t stop doing it

immediately I shall be obliged to call the

police; but then maybe not, for their bosses will

only cover it up: paedophilia protectors and

even practitioners themselves you see.

So instead I shall self-defensively,

as is my right, kick you with

all my might where it truly

hurts - smack bang in

the middle of your

very soon to be

very swollen

and painful

goolies!



© Stanley V. Collymore

6 October 2015.





Author’s Comments:

A young lady I met while travelling on a bus in the Southeast of England and who had sat next to and was on her way home from the college she attended noticing how engrossed I was at the time with my notepad which I always carry with me and the writing I was quite earnestly undertaking, obviously out of general curiosity first politely apologized and then asked me what I was doing; was I a teacher, a writer or a journalist? I smiled and told her I was all three of these. A conversation ensued and I explained that I was writing a poem. As it happened I had with me a few copies of previously written poems that I’d collected from the printing firm where I professionally have my personalized poems and posters done. As she was interested in seeing them I showed them to her.



She evidently liked them and asked what subject I taught. I told her and she said English was also her favourite subject, that she wanted to go on to university and hoped to major in it. Understandably I congratulated her on her sensible choice. She laughed and as our journey continued we built up a natural rapport with each other. Twenty minutes later we said a warm goodbye to each other as she prepared to get off at her stop while I continued on my journey home.



As fate would have it we ran into each other again but this time she was with a group of her friends who she introduced me to. As our encounter took place in the town centre this time we all of us mutually agreed to go to a coffee shop and socialize there. Quite an interesting and entertaining occasion it turned out to be too, leaving us all in stitches of laughter. And it was from one of the young ladies present and who cheerfully and voluntarily relayed her story that this poem I’ve now written was given birth to. She also said that she didn’t mind in the least my turning it into a poem and the others likewise agreed.



This group consist of a superb bunch of lads and lasses who’ve clearly got their heads screwed on the right way; and with me, at their unanimous request conjoined with their parents’ specific permission, I’m now acting as their informal “teacher”, assessing their academic work and making constructive suggestions wherever appropriate both face to face when we meet up but more often than not online when I’m out of the country. Politically they’re also energized but I shan’t say for which party or political leader as this is not a commercial (smile). Suffice to say though their choices in both instances are spot on with mine!

By Stanley Collymore



You are the visible characterization and uplifting

embodiment of natural motherhood, intuitively

conducting yourself as every loving, caring

and scrupulously trustworthy, biological

mother or parent of whatever category

should; an entirely enthralling and

a most pleasurable observation,

in every imaginable way, to

comfortingly survey in a

vivacious atmosphere

of unstinting and

quite justified

admiration.



Someone that in this generally feckless, highly

irresponsible and largely dissolute society

of mendacious mediocrity and purblind

stupidity commonplace unfortunately

as well as utterly demeaning and

which nowadays, delusionally

and asininely, are ludicrously are and

seriously passed off as desirable traits of

responsible parenthood and grown up

maturity; yet conscionably and in

every other conceivable way,

and noticeably eschewed

by you, patently and

ongoingly clearly

and specifically

lack any true

perception

of cogent

integrity.



But you who’re obviously untouched by all of this

have markedly in your case - so conspicuously

and refreshingly different, I must truthfully

say, that one would either have to be blind

or else completely doltish not to notice,

fully appreciate and unconditionally

venerate this methodology of yours in

every practicable way; that’s splendidly

unpretentious, manifestly scrupulous

and agreeable; positively appealing

undeniably inspirational and has

materialized as a decidedly

friendly, captivatingly

feminine and, from a

personal perspective, as

a veritably gratifying

sight to see and

honourably

revere!



© Stanley V. Collymore

5 October 2015.





Author’s Remarks:

The appreciation of altruistic motives if not entirely dead in Britain as a whole has most certainly been in a very regressive coma for several years now and markedly exhibits all the transparent signs of not only being terminally but also unrecoverably ill. Most contemporary Brits of all ages and each gender haven’t the foggiest notion of what altruism is or what when quite authentically dispensed that gesture is all about, and is nothing more, in my honest opinion, than casting pearls before swine. It’s the same with compliments genuinely given.



Thankfully it’s not a situation that I come across in Germany or anywhere else, come to that, globally, and categorically seems to be specifically a British curse. So as a rule of thumb the only Brits that I routinely pay compliments to or set about doing anything altruistically for are family members, close and trusted friends and on the very rare occasions those whom I’ve previously not met nor known but who evidently and rather refreshingly transcend the pernicious banality and rampant stupidity that is so replete within my country.



This poem was inspired by one such unique person who is British but is as far removed from her peers as chalk is from cheese.

By Stanley Collymore



Ich liebe Dich sehr mein Liebchen! And what’s more

have always done; as you’re a darling Sweetheart

and, for me, will always be the one I’ll cherish

throughout the rest of my life and, moreover,

want you to definitely know it’s my

unalterable intention to make

you my loving wife. That’s provided, of course,

you were disposed to have me as I earnestly

hope you will. For with you around me

you constantly, inescapably, assuredly and

romantically instil that glorious and enthralling

feeling that unquestionably quite delightfully,

thoroughly and inspirationally convinces

me - as anything is ever likely to, just

how emphatically, decisively and

besottedly, as it happens, I’m

profoundly and ardently

in love with you!



© Stanley V. Collymore

2 October 2015.





Author’s Comments:

Dieses Gedicht ist in Erinnerung an alle die wirklich bemerkenswert und inspirative hervoragend, liebevoll und unglaublich romantisch deutschen Damen, die im Laufe der Jahre haben solche wunderbare Freude und fantastisches Vergnuegen in mein Leben gebracht; aber unter ihnen alle meine Prinzessin Sie sind definitiv die Special One!



This poem is in memory of all the truly remarkable and inspirationally outstanding, loving and incredibly romantic German ladies who over the years have brought such wondrous delight and fantastic pleasure into my life; but among them all my Princess you’re definitively the Special One!

By Stanley Collymore



Ich liebe Dich sehr mein Liebchen! And what’s more

have always done; as you’re a darling Sweetheart

and, for me, will always be the one I’ll cherish

throughout the rest of my life and, moreover,

want you to definitely know it’s my

unalterable intention to make

you my loving wife. That’s provided, of course,

you were disposed to have me as I earnestly

hope you will. For with you around me

you constantly, inescapably, assuredly and

romantically instil that glorious and enthralling

feeling that unquestionably quite delightfully,

thoroughly and inspirationally convinces

me - as anything is ever likely to, just

how emphatically, decisively and

besottedly, as it happens, I’m

profoundly and ardently

in love with you!



© Stanley V. Collymore

2 October 2015.





Author’s Comments:

Dieses Gedicht ist in Erinnerung an alle die wirklich bemerkenswert und inspirative hervoragend, liebevoll und unglaublich romantisch deutschen Damen, die im Laufe der Jahre haben solche wunderbare Freude und fantastisches Vergnuegen in mein Leben gebracht; aber unter ihnen alle meine Prinzessin Sie sind definitiv die Special One!



This poem is in memory of all the truly remarkable and inspirationally outstanding, loving and incredibly romantic German ladies who over the years have brought such wondrous delight and fantastic pleasure into my life; but among them all my Princess you’re definitively the Special One!