Monday, 29 December 2014

Centenarians thrive in Barbados!

By Stanley Collymore

It’s the most natural thing in the world to feel passionate and positive about people, places and things that matter a great deal to you, however when others who aren’t connected to those same people, places and things as you are also develop a similar liking and immense appreciation for the aforementioned, it’s a profoundly rewarding experience I can assure you.

The article reproduced below; initially entitled Staying alive in Barbados can be found online at Bootsnall, was written by Ramona Flume and says it all!

 “Barbadians, or Bajans, don’t just look young for their age; they stay young, for a long, long time. The tiny Caribbean island (only 21 x 14 miles) has the second largest population of centenarians in the world after Japan. Every week local newspapers announce a few more 100-year-old birthday celebrations. Women in their eighties get away with dressing like they’re in their twenties. How do Bajans do it? How does everyone sustain such a happy longevity way out here in the middle of the ocean? I still don’t know if there’s a scientifically quantifiable answer to that question, but Bajan living is definitely a very healthy thing.

Maybe Bajans owe their lengthy life spans to their vigorous hobbies. I visited the Whist & Hearts Club during my stay in Barbados, where I learned how to play the Bajan version of dominoes. It’s a high-speed game of strategy, in which players slap down bones like thunderclaps and wits flick with lightning speed, sharply anticipating the storm clouds that lie a few turns ahead. I sit by in silence for a few games; astounded by the mental dexterity of my teachers, both in their mid-sixties. They might as well have been performing a series of back flips right in front of me.

Other sports like cricket, surfing and polo keep Bajans looking fit no matter what their age. I really took to polo during my visit and was lucky enough to take a lesson from Jeffrey Evelyn of the Barbados Polo Club. While the sport is quite dangerous (only second to car racing in annual injuries), it’s exceptionally accessible. There is no gender gap or professional limitations (amateurs are allowed to compete in pro matches) and many Bajans learn how to ride before they can walk. Also, newer water sports like stand-up paddleboarding have gained popularity in recent years. There is a half-mile race every Sunday, which anyone can participate in, as well as a challenging annual race around the entire island.

It could be the rum punch, or, more appropriately, the happiness that goes along with the rum punch lifestyle, that keeps everyone in Barbados ticking along so nicely. There are more than 35,000 rum shops on the island and everyone indulges—even the church crowd. Every church, which closely rival in number, is located within walking distance of a rum shop. Also, Mount Gay, “the oldest rum in the world”, has been distilling the national spirit since 1703. But that’s not to say the island is running wild with drunks. Bajans have a high tolerance to the national cocktail and the drink owes most of its popularity to the relaxing past time of sipping a punch at the neighborhood shop, shooting the breeze with friends and family.

Or it could be the fresh air. Barbados is the easternmost island in the Lesser Antilles and the east coast faces a virtually empty expanse of Atlantic Ocean. The nearest land mass is West Africa, 3,000 miles away, so the sea breezes rolling into the east coast are untouched by human intervention and pollution. Bajans take pride in their salubrious weather and many make daily sojourns to eastern facing points on the island to enjoy a few deep breaths.

A short walk in Barbados, however, can be closer to a cardio workout than a leisurely stroll. Unlike most other Caribbean islands, Barbados is terraced, not volcanic, so sloping hills and mountains pervade the landscape. The Scotland District, a sparsely populated rural region in the northeast, is especially mountainous. Locals here boast some of the best property and views in Barbados, but they’ve got to work for it. A city block’s walk to get to church, the bus stop or even the neighbours is an invariably steep climb.

Or maybe the food keeps Bajans alive and well. There are limited natural resources on this tiny island, but there’s never a shortage of fresh fish. Bajans keep up an extremely healthy diet– and have fun doing it. Every Friday night there is a raucous fish fry/live music/street festival in Oistins, a small fishing village located in the Christ Church parish. Hundreds of locals and tourists alike dine alfresco on the freshest catches of the day and unwind after a long week of work in paradise. Music and dancing is another important feature of life in Barbados that visitors can observe during these weekly street festivals, especially “wukking up”, a Bajan tradition of sensual gyrations. While chicken is consumed heartily on the island, there is little red meat in a Bajan’s daily diet. Interestingly enough, Barbados is one of the few places in the world where McDonalds didn’t thrive—or even survive. The local chain went bankrupt and was forced to pack up and leave the island after a few years of bad business. Bajans are pleasantly content without the golden arches though, and as a visitor, I was too.

On my last day in Barbados, I took a tour of the island with famed local photographer, Ronnie Carrington to find a few last-minute photo-op locations of the island. Ronnie’s family has lived on the island for generations and he has spent most of his life here. At one point, I ask him what he thinks about this mysterious fountain of youth that so many of his countrymen have seemed to discover. He says he doesn’t really know exactly what to think, but says he wants to show me a picture of his mother, who is in her mid-nineties. He pulls out a portrait photograph of the mother and son taken two years ago and—I swear on my life—the woman looked no older than 50 years old.

 “I can’t believe it,” I tell him. “I can’t either,” he says, “but she can.”

Monday, 22 December 2014

The alluring juxtaposition of class, beauty and sexuality!

By Stanley Collymore

Beauty, it’s often said, is in the eye of the beholder;
and while that is essentially a rather subjective
analysis of this particular situation in hand
there is nevertheless some semblance
of truth to that propagated supposition. For me
though beauty is much more of a phenomenon
that’s intrinsically embedded in the character
of that specific person I’m either casually
observing or else am perceptively, pro-
actively and favourably disposed to
and who I’ve evidently and quite
intentionally decided to place
under a more intimate albeit
a distinctly good-natured
yet simultaneously a
largely, but equally
too, a discreet
scrutiny. And in both of
these categories my captivating stranger your infectious
charm, alluring femininity and consummate affability,
themselves liberally juxtaposed with a gregarious
and highly appealing conviviality; and meshed
harmoniously with what transparently, on
your part, is at the same time a striking
and exquisite beauty too, transport
themselves in such a way that
connoisseurs, like myself,
can rather easily and
happily relate to!

© Stanley V. Collymore
22 December 2014.

Author’s Remarks and Christmas Greetings:
To all of you – the overwhelming majority of the population I would imagine – fervently and intentionally imbued during this festive season with the predictable emotion of love and or lust – and in the latter case why not – together with the intensely yearning expectations through whatever innovative means, including the subtle art of flattery, you may employ in successfully managing to realize either or more fortunately both of these ambitions, do have a superb time making the most of your acquired and hopefully fully and appropriately utilized romantic opportunities; and also while you’re at it have in every regard – and don’t just leave the stuffing to the turkey – a truly fulfilling and Merry Christmas!

Saturday, 20 December 2014

The UKIP-topian, sociopathic delusions of Natasha Bolter!

By Stanley Collymore

I’m genuinely an aspiring politician who will forever
endeavour, if people allow me to, to do the very
best that I can for my country, those who
authentically belong to it, have the
inalienable right too not only to be
resident in it but also to permanently
control as well as determine how
it’s run; and together with that
warrantable point of view
will understandably feel
as passionately about
Britain and British
values as I do.

That’s why having become utterly disillusioned with
the Labour party of which I was once an active
member, I Natasha Bolter decisively quit
forthwith to become an ardent standard
bearer for UKIP whose views and
policies: when of course the latter
are properly thought out,
codified, become generally known and accordingly
are publicly presented for everyone to see, must
surely in those circumstances convince you
all why UKIP is undeniably the only
progressive and sensible way
forward towards justly
reclaiming our stolen British
sovereignty along with our highly
prized and privileged national identity;
and not unnaturally therefore has
rapidly proved to be such a
compellingly attractive
political alternative for
numerous and deeply
patriotic British
subjects who’re
very much
like me!

A far cry, I must confess, from Ed Miliband’s ruinous
leftie lot and even David Cameron’s pussyfooting
Tories who’re pathetically soft on and quite
noticeably as well even rather indulgent
as regards the particularly serious
and highly damaging matter of
mass immigration into Britain.
Something that as a major fillip economically,
culturally and linguistically too must right away
be reversed and a stop permanently applied
to; and the only plausible and realistic
policies to dauntingly guarantee
these necessary targets are
those that are fervently
championed by and
campaigned for
by my party

And being a highly educated woman with a prestigious
Oxford University degree – never mind that the
records kept by that educational institution
are somewhat remiss in failing to
confirm this and no one
associated with Oxford University has ever heard
about me – I’ve nevertheless since my switch to
UKIP have mentally, physically, emotionally
and even sexually courageously and freely
given my all as I’ve sought to and, additionally,
arguably managed in the process to impress
upon the hierarchy of my party per se,
and most especially its election
chief of the day Roger Bird, my
acquired and growing reputation;
that I am indeed a woman of
substance who not only
means business but also
resolutely as well
keeps her every
texted and

Even so, and most regrettably I must admit, among leading lights
in UKIP who out of their pernicious jealousy are desperately
trying to marginalize me, my demonstrable loyalty
unhappily appears to have been sadly misplaced –
divisively engendering an unforgivable affront to me
and similarly creating unwanted opprobrium for
the party. And who, putting my perfectly
legitimate and distinctly private even if
allegedly unrequited amorous ambitions and attentions
aside, have most categorically been quite remiss in
not readily perceiving and fully acknowledging
the obvious pulling power that tactically can
both be harnessed and wielded on UKIP’s
behalf by a thoroughly committed, quite
extraordinary I do believe and, very
much in line with the unfeigned
mindset of every other UKIP
adherent too: indisputably
unabashed and, can I
also honestly say to
you, absolutely
just like

© Stanley V. Collymore
17 December 2014.

Author’s critique:
Those of you who are regular readers of my poetry will be well acquainted with the fact that normally I append an appropriate remark, commentary or observation corresponding to that particular poem at the end of each of them. However on this occasion and for perfectly sound and logical reasons that will fully manifest themselves in the very near future, I’ve decided to desist from doing so this time avoiding what would obviously be the case of later needlessly repeating myself were I, nevertheless, cognisant of that realization still went ahead and acted as I usually do; diminishing in the process the informative, upcoming and most significantly a related journalistic story tied up with this poem that I am presently working on. That said, though, no such restrictions of any kind are being levelled at you by me.

However, there are a couple of things I must say, as it would be very remiss of me not to do so, and which quite relevantly and objectively pertain to immigration within Britain that have ludicrously but all the same very conveniently become the preponderant and populist hobby horse for all and sundry to mount and rather stridently display their myriad and dysfunctional inadequacies. Activities not only confined to UKIP but are also very much cross party in their nature and deeply incorporated just as principally within the Labour, Conservative and Lib-Dem parties saliently political fellow travellers of the likes of UKIP and together with vast numbers of the British public as well, collectively and asininely think and even, either wilfully or ignorantly, pathetically delude themselves accordingly that the whole of Britain is a country grossly and intolerably from their skewed point of view saturated with seemingly unstoppable hordes of immigrants who have no reasonable right to be here and crucially are not of white Caucasian origin.

Reality though is infinitely much different since neither Britain nor the rest of Europe for that matter, and that without a doubt includes the entire continent itself, is either demographically, economically, politically, culturally or linguistically dominated, owned, controlled or in fact administered by any other race of people but white Caucasians; one noticeably important fact among numerous others and that is also undeniably true of every European government, both past and present, that there has ever been.

So what’s your problem morons, as if I didn’t already know, other than your disquieting and extremely difficult to live with, ongoing guilt and its myriad attendant demons causing you in your concentrated and intractable paranoia to constantly brood over the morbid fantasy which you’ve managed to create and maintain that those globally whom your delinquent forbearers and additionally yourselves have historically, grotesquely maltreated, displaced, appropriated their countries and even substantial continents from as well as otherwise rather systematically and horrendously ill-treated in a multiplicity of ways, a state of affairs that in a miscellany of ways is still an ongoing matter in 2014, will someway collectively, in your head, seek proper revenge and do the same to you.

Epitomizing most effectively in your case what bullying but cowardly bastards the lot of you are - quite handy apparently in dishing out on the one hand and at will your sadistic barbarity but on the other astonishingly shit scared of the likely consequences for yourselves when as it happens your pathological fear gets the better of you and deludes you into thinking and even believing that those whom for centuries you’ve gravely wronged might at long last decide to strike back in similar fashion. A situation that most ironically you would categorize and even claim to be intolerable.

But seriously ask yourselves how realistic is such a scenario? After all if non-Caucasians are as barbaric and, consequently, highly undesirable to have around you as you try to make out that they undoubtedly are, to cite just one principal example of many to debunk this attitude and skewed reasoning there would have been no America today if that were the case. For had it not been for the explicit beneficence and overall altruism of the Native American the initial European pioneers, whatever their motives for venturing to this previously unknown to them land, would have all perished and with their demise would likewise have followed the certain collapse of the undertaking which led to the ultimate colonization and brutal appropriation of the North American continent, as well as the identical fate of the entire so-called New World regions by expressly white Caucasian immigrants from across the entire European continent, in tandem with the unmitigated disasters and still very much experienced traumas purposely inflicted by these white interlopers on the distinctly indigenous peoples who’d been so good and generous to them. An utterly savage and profoundly pernicious pattern of behaviour that was subsequently exercised by Europeans all over the globe.

What’s more, particularly so in the case of England and de facto the rest of Britain this island home of ours has effectively for millennia now been recurrently a haven for immigrants from all over the place; the first of these, as the late and highly distinguished historian, and equally a truly remarkable human being, Professor Basil Davidson in his exceedingly brilliant Africa documentary series succinctly pointed out, being the Celts whose black ancestors originated from Africa. And likewise as Peter Fryer, incidentally like Professor Davidson also white and British, concisely and informatively outlined in his much acclaimed book: Staying Power, the history of Black People in Britain, Blacks, as he laudably noted in the first paragraph of that said book had been in Britain long before either the Angles or Saxons – who by no stretch of the imagination constituted a homogenous entity but were rather two distinctly separate and Germanic tribes that rather nonsensically have been fictionally and fraudulently promulgated by white supremacist advocates as the indigenous inhabitants of England, when realistically and historically nothing could be further from the truth – ever set foot on the British Isles.

And sensibly, and more pertinently logically, with virtual non-stop immigration of all sorts into England and the rest of Britain over the past centuries, and moreover with the attendant interbreeding and resultant procreation of their progenies an inevitable consequence, who the hell apart from a purblind lunatic or else a totally malevolent and political moron could with a straight face definitively state that either he or she is a bona fide Angle or Saxon, or even a mixture of both? And that’s distinctly without factoring into the equation that even in 2014, officially some 36% of British women, a figure that keeps rising, not only regularly cuckold their husbands or partners but as well deviously get them to unwittingly father children that they either didn’t or couldn’t for azospermiacal reasons – essentially they sexually just fired blanks – have sired.

And it’s not rocket science even without having had any knowledge of the detailed and also well-documented evidence of the times but of which there’s undeniably plenty of such data available, of what routinely transpired in the past. For example, rape and pillaging generally regarded as rites of passage and pleasurable pastimes for those who were engaging in them; the incessant and systematic infidelity carried on by multiple members of the British royal families, the aristocracy and, of course, the landed gentry – how unvarying in that specific regard have things solidly remained as they were, eh? The rampant utilization, more in hope than actual expectation, of the mechanism generally referred to as the chastity belt both as a moral and or a physical sexual constraint on wives, mistresses, and even adult, unmarried daughters either by manifestly misogynistic or deeply troubled and insecure men involved in these women’s lives and absolutely determined to prevent them, in what was invariably a futile bid anyway, from willingly and unquestionably, pleasurably at the time indulging in evidently clandestine sexual relationships, even though these could very well have ended up proving to be either a risky or very hazardous business for the men they took as lovers, as well as themselves.

Nevertheless, the growth of the chastity belt business became an enterprise that proved to be both a lucrative and on the more personal front a very rewarding one, if you get my drift, for flexible locksmiths who were prepared to combine their regular work of manufacturing these chastity belts for their male customers with that of, let’s say, accommodatingly unpicking on a quid pro quo basis these identical belts worn by their grateful female clients when their men folk and, of course, the locksmiths’ financially important male customers who were the ones that commissioned these vast range of chastity belts in the first place and literally comprised monarchs, princes, the nobility and commoners alike who could afford to pay for them were away from home, usually for lengthy periods of time, to make war rather than being at home and making love.

So as is currently the case in 21st Century Britain even with the benefit and precision back-up of scientific DNA testing, a strategy previously unheard of and therefore not available in the past, there was similarly then a hell of a lot of people that were born but whose pretentiously stated biological ancestry - either unwittingly to them and also others who like them were not in the know, or else fully aware of the true situation nevertheless deliberately chose to conceal it - wasn’t what they would fraudulently have the general public assume their pretend lineage to be. A decedent scenario, essentially, that by no means or in any way was strictly limited to the ordinary subjects of Blighty but rather went all the way up the hierarchal “family” tree of the British aristocracy and Royal Family.

Sorry therefore but you’re going to have to properly research and honestly enlighten yourself about all of this; that’s assuming of course you’ve either the wit, presence of mind, or the will power to do so. Since it’s rudimentary commonsense I believe, and several years in education at every possible level have confidently confirmed this, that the best and most effective ways to get students to appropriately discover and preserve relevant information is to point them in the right direction in the first place and afterwards persuasively get them to scrupulously research what they come up with. For whenever a vivacious mind is positively coordinated in this analytical procedure of searching and eventually consolidating what it has unearthed, things invariably do tend to stick and remain deeply embedded in that particular mind, resulting usually in the end of that specific problem.

And trust me; there’s an impressive array of accurately based, professionally researched and well documented information out there not only in libraries but also on reputable online sites comprehensively detailing the aforementioned matters that I’ve raised, as well as completely delineating the UK’s demographic composition right through the past centuries; immigration into the country starting from the thawing of the Ice Age, and how and why it all came about. And, therefore, crucially preventing you from being just another opportune and rather useful idiot unthinkingly swept along in the iniquitously manipulative and profoundly, perniciously, populist maelstrom of fraudulent mind games cynically fashioned, routinely played and quite callously exploited, expressly doing so for their own power hungry and financially avaricious advantage, by Britain’s political parties and their self-seeking leaders.

But what’s particularly sickening and deeply offensive to any right-thinking person I believe but, all the same, would otherwise probably be regarded as the pathetically perverse and even laughable ranting of utter dimwits if these individuals involved were just regular members of the public, is the unbelievably appalling, markedly racist and xenophobic posturing on, of all things, immigration in the United Kingdom by Britain’s garrulous, immeasurably privileged, manifestly imperialistically-minded and political class.

Who, to be perfectly honest with you, is decidedly nothing more than a viciously malevolent pack of prowlingly rapacious, extremely ostentatious, mentally unhinged and absolutely self-seeking jerks; instinctively given to publicly and childishly gloating, as we regularly witness at Prime Minister’s question time in the House of Commons, at the inflicted expense of their hapless victims. Absolutely contemptible charlatans the lot of them both in and outside of the Houses of Parliament with household names like Nigel Farage, David Cameron, Ed Miliband and his brother David, Peter Mandelson, Michael Howard, Boris Johnson and the rest of their loathsome ilk among them readily coming to mind. And who paradoxically all have distinctly pronounced and markedly contemporary immigrant roots, being themselves either first generation Britons or actually having been born outside the UK.

But even more tellingly so would in the case of a number of them never have been born had their frantic parents not successfully managed to use Britain, and especially England, as a bolthole from the savagery of the Nazis and fascists of mainland Europe and their inevitable rendezvous with the Grim Reaper in the death camps and gas chambers that awaited them. The same fucking savagery that they ostensibly would like to mete out to what they would consider as Die Untermenschen von Grossbritannien!

Some gratitude eh?

For those of you that neither speak nor write German that literally translates into English as the “Undesirables” – a most beloved Nazi word extensively used by the Master Race against those whom they regarded as being vastly inferior to themselves and therefore not worthy of life. Yet ironically those religiously aping the policies of the Third Reich are insufferably the cheerleaders of Zionist apartheid Israel; furthermore, racist-inclined are committed Zionists themselves but who are most quick to persistently, rather subjectively and quite avariciously use Europe’s holocaust as a battering ram against the consciences of those of us that weren’t even born then for their own financial and political ends, and in essence have themselves become the New Nazis!

What human filth we have living among us and most loathsomely as well run our country, or else wish to do so. Not rocket science that if anyone should be expelled from Britain who the most logical and obligatory candidates should be!

Thursday, 18 December 2014

You’ve got what I desperately need; so let’s be having it!

By Stanley Collymore

I know you want my body and I’m quite willing to give
it to you! For in the current circumstances it seems
to me to be the most desirable and natural thing
in the world for me to do, bearing in mind
the extensive manner in which you so
instinctively turn me on each time I look at
you, even when temporarily setting aside
the presence, I readily confess, of
that adorably enormous hard-on that
you’re nurturing, possess and delightfully
too evidently sporting; and itself quite
purposefully lurking within yet
conspicuously somewhat difficult
to conceal, I’m sure you’ll agree
with me, inside those rather
tight trousers of yours
that additionally and
quite temptingly
that you’re

Located in which is a Penis whose discernibly revealing
promise swiftly conjures up in my dizzy head through
these scrutinizing eyes of mine how very much
better that imposing and consummately
imploring erection of yours lovingly,
skilfully and appreciably set free
by someone like me from its
present, pointless and restrictive isolation could
alternatively, by merely operating externally
rather than being confined internally, be
more profitably, mutually beneficially,
enduringly and, decidedly, privately
recruited to assist – just by being
literally outdoors and effectively free –
the much needed catalyst, expectantly
and wholeheartedly wished for, to
expediently and pleasurably
liberate the coital bliss
profoundly yearned
for by yours

© Stanley V. Collymore
18 December 2014.

Author’s remarks:
True sexual liberation is not a one way street whose usage is or should ever be exclusively permitted or allowed to morph into becoming the sole prerogative of just one gender. Rather, it’s more of a dual carriageway where both participants should always be completely at liberty to openly express their specific sexual needs and preferences, hopefully be able to consensually fulfil them, or else have it honestly explained to them in a mature and sensitive way why their expectations can’t be realized. Anything else is sexual exploitation and should be sensibly avoided!

Friday, 12 December 2014

They'll all be wanting the right next to watch us having it off!

By Stanley Collymore

Are you absolutely sure that you’re really ready for this? Since,
to be perfectly honest with you, making love, as apart from
just gratuitously having sexual intercourse, can never
nor should it ever simply be considered as a
physical activity whose decidedly
consensual interaction among
likeminded persons involved ought by anyone
to be regarded as a legitimate subject liable
for external proscription, or only allowed
to be honourably indulged in, in what’s
deemed to be sensible moderation
that is itself completely free of
the evidently ridiculous but
also, would you credit
it, the contaminable
vice of excess?

Notwithstanding, and totally ignoring of course,
that what is being joyously, voluntarily and,
moreover, mutually and beneficially
engaged in is clearly what the
two adult participants - of
whatever race, social background or standing,
sexual orientation or gender they may be
and who are evidently committed to
each other in actions noticeably
and consistently shown to
be absolutely compos
mentis - are jointly,
undeniably and
always fully
of this.

In other words, and I sincerely hope you’ll
agree with me, that our sex life together,
were it ever to be assessed, is perfectly
reasonably, I firmly insist, strictly a
private matter between the two
of us that must permanently
remain our exclusive domain,
and isn’t nor should it either be
deemed or misguidedly
ever looked upon as
anybody else’s

© Stanley V. Collymore
11 December 2014.

Author’s Remarks:
Have you noticed as I’ve recurrently observed that those who are the most hopeless, inadequate and the least knowledgeable about or properly prepared in relation to having sex; those who frequently and most miserably fail to cope with the consequential effects of their own activities of what’s basically and quite inescapable a bodily function – whether indulged in unilaterally: you know what I mean, or consensually engaged in with someone else – and consequently envelop themselves with a multitude of ludicrous and self-indulgent, sexual hang-ups to conceal their failings, are the very ones who invariably think that they have the unchallengeable right to arbitrarily foist their pathetic, lame-brained, hypocritically induced and basically coercive indulgences onto others while at the same time self-importantly dictating to them how exactly they should conduct their own sexual lives.

Attitudes that instinctively prompt my advice to all these sanctimonious, particularly vainglorious and utterly disingenuous nerds, regardless of who they are or what influential or powerful roles they rather nepotistically hold in our society, to stick to minding their own bloody business, try chilling out instead, and as a personal favour to all intelligent and thinking members of our society to shut it and permanently get lost in the process!

Monday, 8 December 2014

Forever and committedly yours, Helen!

By Stanley Collymore

Please allow me, if may, to freely explain how
I personally feel about you romantically,
Helen and additionally what I’d
dearly love to favourably,
and also willingly, receive in return, as
well as permanently secure from the
continuance of this relationship:
newborn and admittedly in
its infancy, that you and
me are having.

That emotionally and physically I’m quite
emphatically taken with and, likewise,
am passionately in love with you
is an absolute certainty and,
moreover, a situation
that doesn’t demand nor remotely require
any convoluted explanations on my
part either for its existence or any
hoped for continuation; since for me
it’s an indelible state of affairs,
Helen that’s firmly and also
irreversibly, voluntarily
transfixed in my

Besides I’d love to marry and, significantly
too, spend the remainder of my life with
you - no wanton nor flippant pledge
that, I promise you, should you
decide and hopefully, from
my rather biased point
of view, graciously
consent, that is,
to effectively
have me.

And were that to happen I solemnly vow that in every
single one of my questingly benign endeavours to
literally do everything within my wit, power
and imagination to constantly make you
happy. Not simply because you had
elected to become my Darling
and most cherished wife,
but just as importantly
too had in the full and
incontestable knowledge regarding my
feelings for you, which I had freely
shared with you and that you’d
willingly accepted, I’d made
it unambiguously clear
that whatever else
in life I might
otherwise do, you dearest Helen
will forever, absolutely and
irreplaceably, remain
the most precious
person within
my life!

© Stanley V. Collymore
4 December 2014.

Author’s Remarks:

This poem: “Forever and committedly yours, Helen” was specifically written for and, as a result, is likewise dedicated to Helen whose family name is intentionally withheld by me to accord her the anonymity that she’s entitled to and which is quite rightfully hers; however the lady in question is perfectly well aware who the person mentioned in the poem is and crucially why she’s there; because Helen has been fully informed, even before the poem was physically created, of its impending conception.

Candidly, this poem is the author basically at his most benign, mischievously speaking, while specifically paying the ultimate in much deserved compliments to an undoubtedly prescient-minded lady who I’m absolutely certain will, with consummate humour, fully understand as well as completely and quite constructively take on board the undaunted intentions of this poem.

For the rest of you I earnestly hope that this poem will determinedly prompt a private odyssey: one involving the most intensive of explorations and ultimate discovery perhaps, in relation to your own sense and personal discernment of the deeply complex features surrounding the element of physical chemistry between diverse individuals; emotional feelings; intensive or otherwise individual experiences; and most especially so, love.

Attributes acutely pertinent in Britain’s case, it must be honestly stressed, where the noble art of wooing: the skill of  altruistically tendering genuine compliments and also intrinsically exhibiting conspicuously mutual high esteem between the two biological genders of male and female, has all but died out; and despairingly in their place the pernicious cynicism associated with only doing something merely to advantageously benefit one’s self socially, career-wise or otherwise materialistically from it, or even worst still instinctively choosing to look every gift horse in the mouth while robotically assuming that there’s a markedly hidden ulterior motive behind what are purely selfless actions, have become virtually endemic throughout the United Kingdom.

And the somewhat sickening irony of all this is, that those, across the entire spectrum of British society, who are the ones that quite bluntly would undoubtedly benefit the most from the badly needed and discernibly advisable implantation of these caring concepts, are precisely those who are the worst contributors themselves to this most appalling and ongoing state of affairs.

Wednesday, 3 December 2014

The foaming froth and staged fury over British fabricated terrorism threats!

By Stanley Collymore

On the 25th November 2014 the Metro newspaper of London, England emblazoned on its front-page the striking headline: “A nation of snoopers to fight terror.” Well, how relevant is that intentionally chilling statement to the lives of well-informed, compos mentis and objective Brits who can and do think for themselves, as apart from the uniformally gullible, intrinsically obsequious to their inbred supposed betters in class-ridden Britain; ferally disposed, and therefore easily manipulated kind that don’t, or are otherwise basically unable to? And how genuine, if at all, is this purported terror threat to the lives of the average Brit anyway?

Furthermore, should any country, and particularly one like Britain, that sanctimoniously and rather haughtily prides itself on freely adhering to all the well-known and cherished tenets of democracy, as it claims it does, be really obliged in the 21st Century to resort to the nefarious and utterly destructive Nazi and fascist policies universally practised throughout mainland Europe in the 1930s and 40s and moreover, well aware of what happened then, attendant with their deadly consequences? Progression not retrogression should be the byword of how a purported civilized nation actually, as distinct from delusively and self-delusionally, behaves; I think.

So here’s my take on the matter; since I’m neither impressed by government relentless spin nor the media’s abject spinelessness!

Germany, France, the other Baltic and Balkan states – most notably Croatia – in actual fact every other western European country and many other countries in Eastern Europe as well – infamously Poland and Ukraine – and even elements within the populations of the United Kingdom and also the Republic of Ireland, all had their own fascist, Nazi SS type and other individually state sanctioned at the very highest levels informers with all the attendant calamitous consequences that followed, as is perfectly well known to everyone who is neither totally brain-dead nor otherwise critically afflicted with convenient amnesia, of providing the human fodder as well as the hapless victims for Germany and indeed the rest of Europe’s iniquitous and rather alarmingly widespread density of World War II Konzentrationslager and death camps inmates; enthusiastic tasks which both in the lead up to World War II and furthermore throughout it as well, they mutually did their tasked work exceptionally well, and that’s principally why Europe’s holocaust was such a resounding success; death-wise anyway!

So Theresa May’s proposed snoopers’ charter is essentially neither unique nor innovative! Besides, she like the Prime Minister, David Cameron, their Cabinet colleagues and the Westminster club of MPs and peers who comprise the exceptionally wealthy, highly influential, markedly powerful and, as a result, the characteristically untouchable - most certainly so especially where our country’s law and order enforcement agencies are concerned - privileged toffs are in reality obviously no different in mindset from their erstwhile aristocratic and royal figures of the 1930s and 40s.

The likes, for example, of Edward Duke of Windsor and very much our present Queen’s biological uncle, who was given the unembellished ultimatum by Winston Churchill of either unconditionally accepting forthwith the governorship of the Atlantic British colony of Bermuda and thus getting the hell out of Europe where he was an especially close bosom pal of Adolf Hitler and the hierarchy of the German Nazi party – it must also not be forgotten that Edward always considered himself more German than British and said as much - or else find himself impeached for treason; namely plotting with the said Adolf Hitler and his inner circle of Nazis, of which Edward and his wife, the American Wallis Simpson, were unquestionably staunch and unswerving supporters, to recapture his erstwhile kingship by deposing, with Germany’s full backing, his brother George who’d replaced him as king after his evidently enforced abdication, and basically through appeasement on Edward’s part because of this deal with the Germans turn the UK and its empire into submissive vassal entities of the Third Reich.

Then there were Prince Philip’s sisters who were themselves very close buddies of Adolf Hitler and the Third Reich’s upper hierarchal members while in addition married to senior ranking SS officers; acutely embarrassing situations that effectively debarred them from attending their brother, Philip’s marriage to the then Princess Elizabeth, the heiress to the British throne and ever since the death of her father George VI in 1952 our country’s monarch.

Princess Michael of Kent’s father was also a prominent SS officer, perceptibly imbuing her from all the available evidence to hand, with many of the unsavoury characteristics that she clearly portrays and which he evidently attached great importance to. And how can we ever forget Oswald Mosely: as aristocratic as one can possibly get; leader of the British Union of Fascists replete with his army of dedicated but utterly deluded thuggish Blackshirts; husband of Diana Mitford a committed Nazi and fascist herself and whose sister Unity, the aristocratic English socialite, was a devotee of Adolf Hitler who she met on several occasions and was also on very friendly terms with. So much then for the completely disingenuous notion, sanctimoniously propagated even to this day by this lying gang of British elites, that Britain and significantly themselves, as were their evil progenitors, morally and physically above the entrenched barbarities: notions as well as activities, of the mores of Nazism and fascism. Believe that if you’re stupid enough to do so, since nothing could be further from the truth!

So it wouldn’t in the least surprise me if Theresa May, with the avid support of the plethora of very likeminded Nazi legislators in both houses of the British parliament, successfully manages to get her snoopers’ charter on to our nation’s statute book.

For in that specific regard I honestly believe she will be pushing on an open door, very much attendant with the fact that the entrenched Nazi/fascist political DNA characteristic of herself, her political party, the Conservative Party’s coalition partners the Lib-Dems, the Labour Party’s recalcitrant Blairites, Ed Miliband’s coterie of endemically populist and opportunistic MPs constantly keen to say and do anything however unprincipled, lying or deeply immoral which would get them elected, and a significantly dumbed-down, intellectually challenged, and hugely apathetic public and electorate with a noticeably short US-type attention span, blissfully ignorant not only of contemporary European but also world affairs; additionally too either unknowingly or unthinkingly, individually and collectively unaware of the real source of them being cruelly conned, submissively find themselves manipulatively scared out of their wits by the completely tiresome but all the same recurrent profusion of fabricated stories about terrorist threats and plots deceitfully and copiously given the enlivening oxygen of publicity by the likes of Theresa May herself, the Prime Minister, the multifaceted state players like MI5, MI6 and others - all of them with their own personal agendas and vested interests uppermost in mind – and quite noticeably working dysfunctionally for most of the time with a perversely misleading and invariably outright lying media consisting of effectively brain-dead, jobsworth stenographers passing themselves off as journalists.

What’s more, given the haunting backdrop of Europe’s infamous track record in promoting and executing its self-centred, avariciously motivated and well established agenda of global chaos and terrorism to achieve its iniquitous ends, it very much looks that in realistic terms in relation to actually achieving her utterly dishonest objectives, Theresa May and her ilk are on to an implausible winner. I’ve explanatorily thoughtfully and rather deliberately used the term dishonest relative to Theresa May’s actions as well as her proposed plans. And here’s just one example of this.

Theresa May cites Boko Haram as a looming and imminent threat to Britain’s domestic security. That to be absolutely forthright is a bloody lie! For anyone who knows anything either sensible or relevant about the arbitrary creation by Britain of the disparate entity now called Nigeria would likewise be well aware of the origins of Boko Haram and its predecessor groups, and why it is that Boko Haram principally exists. And I can unchallengeably say that Boko Haram’s raison d’ĂȘtre has bugger all to do with threatening or assisting domestic terror in Britain of all places; and the contradictory assertion by Theresa May is effectively a premeditated and concerted lie for a start.

The perceived threat to Britain by Boko Haram, if one can logically or sensibly call it that, other than being fixated in the heads of Theresa May and her ilk is that the United Kingdom along with the rest of Europe, notably the EU countries and of course the United States, Canada and Australia, evidently desire once more to reactivate within the 21st Century the previous partitioning of Africa between the supposedly white Caucasian and principally European master race as they previously did - excluding then the US, Canada and of course Australia, as they were much too busy determinedly preoccupied with eradicating the indigenous peoples they found in the countries they brutally and savagely stole and to this day without any remorse or apology for their utterly loathsome actions still retain - at the Berlin Conference of 1884.

For once more the continent of Africa is not only perceived as but in reality is undoubtedly the richest one on Planet Earth and most particularly so in terms of its multiplicity of valuable natural resources that the infernally white west greedily wants again to have absolute control of Nigeria therefore is one of those African countries which is abundantly rich in oil and other valuable natural resources but regrettably like so many other African countries these aren’t shared equally, if at all, among its plainly diverse population; and the north of Nigeria, where Boko Haram originated and whose indigenous peoples are, as has always been the case ever since the creation of Nigeria by the British, been intentionally put upon by successive Nigerian regimes principally and historically controlled, with the complicit backing of Britain, by those in the south of the country, predominantly Christian as distinct from those in the north who were and are Muslim. And what has consistently been the case is the recurrent surfacing in Nigeria of a succession of corrupt and dictatorial regimes that have paid little or no regard to the genuine interests of their own population, and most especially those people living in the north of Nigeria.

Remarkably good news for successive British regimes and multinational corporations that between them and together with the objectionably, for the local Nigerian people, sycophantic compliance of the nauseating House Niggers that run the Nigeria and also overseer its peoples’ plight; a situation which effectively means that the entirely avaricious and ongoing financial interests of the City of London, the multinational corporations and the British elites can be catered for. And quite evidently British regimes, Cabinet ministers and the likes of Theresa May don’t want the status quo which is quite beneficial to these specific sectors in addition to their own personal financial empowerment by virtue of premeditated acts both on their part and that of others through public-service malfeasance, to be in any way endangered. And that’s essentially the real “threat” –one of the damaging exposure of these crooked, corrupt, criminal and feral specimens of humanity that run our country and that is the last thing they would want to see made public or desire for the British public to generally become aware of - that Boko Haram really poses to these absolutely venal bastards and their propagandistic bullhorns like Theresa May; but she’s not in any way going to regale you with the true facts of the matter, is she?

Therefore unless someone who knows the facts imparts this information to you or else you research it for yourselves you’ll continue to live in idyllic ignorance of what the real situation is while buying into the fabricated and vile narrative, which is precisely what they want you to do, that Theresa May and her loathsome gang of liars are readily supplying you with.

How many of you, for instance, know of the perfidious role that Vince Cable: a prominent member of the current Con-Dem British regime, has had and still continues to play in regards of Royal Dutch Shell? Not much, if anything at all, I would imagine? In which case, because it’s such an imperative matter, I suggest that you research this information online; there are a plethora of reputable sites that will not only amply provide you with Vince Cable’s role but also the way in which this multinational company has been methodically exploiting, as well as quite arrogantly and criminally behaving since the beginning of its drilling operations in Nigeria, towards the Nigerian people generally and those in the northern areas of Nigeria in particular where most of Royal Dutch Shell’s oil has been and is still extracted with all the deliberately uncaring and unapologetically innumerably inflicted problems of pollution and soil contamination by Royal Dutch Shell on the local landscape in addition to the daily destruction caused to the livelihoods and centuries-old traditional ways of going about their lives and everyday business by the wilfully marginalized indigenous peoples of these regions, and whose very existence Royal Dutch Shell has severely blighted, if not completely destroyed forever!

Therefore it’s in the overall interests of Theresa May, Vince Cable et al to see to it that the narrative which is spun out of 10 Downing Street is not only a fraudulent one but also one that will effectively paint Boko Harem in as dreadful a light as is possible; for were that not to happen and all Nigerians, exclusive, of course, of those corrupt House Niggers wholeheartedly sycophantic to the interests of the west, to essentially benefit from genuine societal empowerment that was derived from their own natural resources, that naturally wouldn’t go down at all well with the tremendously privileged white ruling elites: politicians as well as those who run their paymaster multinational corporations in the west.

So as is the norm with whites when they wish to dispose of or justify their crude antipathy towards those whom they conspiratorially regard as Uppity Niggers that must be passionately vilified or else destroyed - regardless of how moral and legitimate the victims’ cause is – it all starts with character assassination, whether it’s Michael Brown, Mark Duggan or Boko Haram. And that’s precisely why Theresa May has quite bizarrely thrown Boko Haram into her UK domestic, terrorist in-tray. While in reality if one were to give this distinctly vicious woman a noticeably unmarked map of the globe with no references to any place on it and ask her to point out exactly where Nigeria was, this stupid bitch quite simply wouldn’t have a clue! Which prompts the obvious and rather pertinent question. How can anyone be your mortal enemy as you stridently and unconvincingly assert when in reality you really know fuck all about them?

Makes no goddam sense to me, I must confess. But who ever said that fucking ignoramuses among British government ministers of any political colour were ever rational? And why should they bother in the least to even pretend that they are when they clearly have brain-dead cunts like you to believe their every dishonest, fabricated and lying word?

One Brit that clearly doesn’t belong to this category of cretins however is Chris Irvine, a councillor in Rochester Kent who, in response to Theresa May’s ludicrous shenanigans, had this to say: “I grew up in Northern Ireland during the worst of the Troubles and never witnessed anything [so] remotely resembling this level of scaremongering. We have to take the terror threat seriously but I don’t see how striking the fear of God into everyone helps.” Incidentally, have you actually noticed like I have that even enlightened white individuals like this councillor from Kent still can’t bring themselves to even admit let alone openly and honestly say that what went on in Northen Ireland, and is still doing so to this day, is a bloody civil war; anywhere else, for example in the so-called developing world or countries that Britain and the rest of the west don’t like, it would instantaneously be characterized as such.

Anyway to what councillor Chris Irvine has said I shall bluntly add this - Britain and its complement of criminal cohorts should get the fuck out of other peoples’ countries and stop causing mayhem and murder there for their own selfish, self-centred and venal interests! In short, leave these people alone and in peace to live their lives as they choose to and not as the west dictates, bearing in mind it’s the same west that quite hypocritically, and with no shortage of double standards to boost that, arrogates to itself the fundamental right to do the same in respect of how it conducts its international and most especially so its domestic affairs. Can’t say fairer than that! Besides, it’s not rocket science that if the west carries on gratuitously killing people in their own countries as it habitually does that blowback will be the inevitable result from those who survived those onslaughts, as well as their own kith and kin in acts of justifiable revenge wherever they may be in the world, and that includes the countries that are perpetrating these grotesque evils.

And if white run and stolen Australia, not in the least threatened by anyone, can wilfully wage wars, in of all places the Middle East, on the purposeful behalf only of its white kith and kin in Britain, the US and elsewhere, why the hell then shouldn’t others adopt the same attitude in reverse towards our distinctly white barbarian hordes?

Saturday, 29 November 2014

Most emphatically a Bajan in every regard!

By Stanley Collymore

You persistently gave much needed succour to my
forbearers in their hour of need; and throughout
the painfully long, trying and devastating
calamities they were routinely and
inhumanly subjected to you
were always there.

Just as you provided the inspiration for the
endeavours of my grandparents and
parents’ generations, as well as
my own, to combat and
rise above the feral
propensity of the albino Caucasian hordes
who intuitively, though ludicrously by
virtue of their barbarity, convinced
themselves then and even to this
day still believe against all
rational judgement that they
are racially superior in every
way to the Black sons and
daughters that you gave
rise to, nurtured and
consistently have
empowered to
forever stand
their ground
and never
ever run

We’ve learnt those lessons well! Are hugely proud
of what you’ve already done and intentionally,
regardless of the circumstances, will carry
on doing, wherever we are, for all of
us; and as faithful sons and loyal
daughters all do joyfully and
indefatigably reassert our
enduring love, absolute
and unquestioning
loyalty and utter commitment to
you our truthfully blessed,
beloved and profoundly
inspiring homeland
that is Barbados!

© Stanley V. Collymore
18 November 2014.

A Progenitorial Tribute:

On the 30th November 2014 Barbados celebrates 48 years as a durably stable, democratic, immensely well-educated – the country has a truly impressive 100% adult literacy rate, which is recurrently confirmed by UNESCO and, as a result, proudly puts it among the top five nations globally in this educational stratosphere of the truly excellent.

Education in Barbados is statutorily but welcomingly by all Bajans compulsorily universal as well as absolutely and legally free – namely that it’s fully state funded at all levels from all pre-school stages, including kindergarten, to higher educational and postgraduate university studies by consensual parliamentary agreement as well as every Barbadian government that assumes power – regardless of its general and overall political ideology - to all those who are of Barbadian heritage and residing on the island, irrespective of where in the world they were born or actually grew up.

Significantly, too, with a phenomenal and comprehensively universal health care system that’s likewise funded by the state at the behest of the government in office and completely free to all those in need of its services at the point of entry and throughout their lifetime, Barbados is truly blessed with an enormously healthy population across the board of its inhabitants, and along with Cuba and Japan proudly boasts among its physically fit and mentally active populace the encouraging and noble distinction of having in its midst the greatest living and ongoing number of centenarians anywhere in the world. Crucially as well the average life expectancy relative to Barbadians of both genders is an impressive 77 years.

And quite interestingly for a country that’s only 21 miles long and 14 and a half miles wide and with a domestic population of 280,000 souls residing there, Barbados in terms of its national GDP measurement ranks among the top 50 wealthiest nations in the world.

Characteristically a nation of very prudent, economic-wise and exceptionally thrifty people who continue, as they’ve always historically done, to live well within their financial means, Barbados’ exalted and global economic status doesn’t in the least surprise any Bajan of either gender or, for that matter, the equally enlightened outsider who is fully cognisant of Barbados’ overall history.

For it was Barbados’ money derived from sugar, molasses and rum created by enslaved Black Barbadian labour and of which England – there was no United Kingdom then as the union with Scotland hadn’t even been conceived let alone brought to fruition – had an absolute global monopoly that made England the prominent country it became and put the Great in Britain. Since Barbados was its most valuable colony that funded the English Industrial Revolution as well as other significant financial, political and social developments in this previously off-shore European backwater called England.

A state of affairs that remarkably catapulted England, and subsequently what would become the United Kingdom, into the global superpower and empire that both jointly became, and remained so until their demise in the middle and latter halves of the 20th Century. A period of time, too, at the outset when Barbados wasn’t only England and the UK’s most prized asset but also their wealthiest colony!

And therefore against that enthralling and memorable backdrop, and additionally for all the many other wonderful things that you’ve done over the years and still carry on doing for your eternally grateful sons and daughters, this immensely proud and hugely thankful Bajan son of yours most wholeheartedly wish you the heartiest of congratulations on the attainment and commemoration of the 48th anniversary year of your independence concomitant with your richly deserved status as a sovereign state, attendant with all the conceivable best wishes, in every regard, for your future. Most steadfastly, perpetually and loyally yours Stanley V. Collymore.

Monday, 24 November 2014

I’m not racist!

By Stanley Collymore

I’m not racist; just happen to be someone who massively
considers it to be great fun to behave that way and,
accordingly, simply love to take the piss out of
other people that I arbitrarily can’t stand and
literally hate, largely for no other reasons
than that they’re ethnically different
from members of my family and
me; and, significantly, their
skin colour, as is visibly
shown, is obviously
not at all similar
to our own.

I’m not a racist – something I take great offence
to being called and therefore profoundly object
to my critics taking to labelling me as such
and denouncing me for it; and anyway
how could I possibly be remotely
racist when what I’m really
doing is just behaving
normally like many
others I know do, who
clearly think like and
passionately hold
the perceptibly
identical and
as me

Freely and candidly in the process, I must say,
firmly but unreservedly expressing our
truly God-given, justifiable and
unquestionable mantle of
absolute power, unmistakable
dominance and unique superiority freely
and enduringly granted to them and
me of course over all other races
that quite evidently are vastly
inferior to each and every
one of us, it’s pretty
clear, in every

And consequently, as such, are rightfully
entitled, either selectively, randomly
or even generally to be constantly
at liberty to unilaterally and
with no provocation of
any kind from anyone to freely behave
totally offensively to whomsoever
we please that patently doesn’t
look like any of us, or in any
way share our illustrious
and matchless white
Caucasian, racial identity.
So sensibly then, why
all the trepidation
and absolutely

© Stanley V. Collymore
21 November 2014.

This poem is specifically written for and also dedicated to the following persons: 1) Zoe Williams, columnist with the Guardian newspaper; 2) Robin Tilbrook, founder of the English Democratic - formerly the National - Party; 3) Simon Johnson of the Jewish Leadership Council; 4) Dave Whelan, Chairman of Wigan Athletic FC; and 5) Malky Mackay, manager of Wigan Athletic FC and ex Cardiff manager.

Along with the plethora of other feral, sociopathic and utterly demented boneheads that blissfully but pathetically continue through a discernibly convoluted fusion of intentionally misleading, downright fraudulent, thoroughly imbecilic and self-centredly vainglorious actions and pronouncements of what’s essentially ignorance in its purest form, asininely essay to both transport and implant their twisted, ludicrously self-delusional and profoundly embedded absurd notions of what they’d have the rest of us unquestioningly believe constitute white racial superiority, attendant allegedly with all its myriad and intrinsically permanent and inescapable precepts, into both social and societally accepted norms of human conduct.