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Friday 30 October 2015

Righteous Brothers - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' (Top Gun 1986)

The gainful Special Relationship between Britain and Bantu Saudi


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!

Wednesday 28 October 2015

The sexual disillusionment of a virgin who waited pragmatically to be deflowered!


By Stanley Collymore

Did he have any idea whatsoever, I ended up asking
myself, as to what he was doing? For I must say
I was wholly confused by it all throughout our
fleeting and dispiriting sexual affair. And
as far as his patently ham-fisted shenanigans
were concerned I was also evidently perplexed by
them! He who brashly but now it would appear
artlessly made himself out to be the assured
and vastly experienced lover, yet in reality
not having a solitary idea of what was
sexually expected of him, much less
so what to actually do in a wholly
collaborative situation like that
one, that for the love of God
we had rather deliberately,
in anticipation, and most
embarrassingly as well,
at any rate for me, did
result in placing me
securely in the very
awkward state of
affairs that quite
appallingly I’d
imprudently
put myself
firmly in.

18 years old I was and I’d wilfully lingered this long prior
to my freely and expectantly, in the given and entirely
controlled circumstances I’d consciously created
for me, decide to surrender myself to any man,
since I wanted when eventually I had chosen
through sexual intercourse to dispose of
my purposely guarded chastity that it
would absolutely be with someone
who, very unlike me, was vastly experienced sexually;
extraordinarily accomplished in the art of seduction
and pleasurable lovemaking and, of course, knew
precisely what he was undertaking in my case:
literally and figuratively blooding an utterly
receptive and healthy young woman that
in pragmatic and carnal terms moreover
though an exceptionally willing and
bona fide virgin was nevertheless
in coital terms a relative sexual
novice, which I suspected he
would already have guessed,
and that I now willingly
and honestly confess
to you that I was.

That essentially and until this carnal tryst between him
and me I’d embargoed sex with everyone, deliberately
and expectantly waiting in earnest anticipation for
what I truly regarded not only to be a romantic
but additionally and most fundamentally too
the essential virile, marvellously sexually
experienced and what I further saw as
the ideal man for me. Clearly, someone that unquestionably
and in terms of myself instinctively knew what I wanted
and furthermore was prepared to go out of his way to
concertedly ensure that I got it. And so unlike most
other girls in my general social ambit, either
incapable of or unwilling to exercise such
prudent discretion I, on the other hand,
was most willing and also prepared to imaginatively
postpone my sexual inauguration, while in the
meantime rather compensatorily, but oh so
pleasurably and satisfactorily all the
same, relieving my progressive
and intensive sexual urges
that were predictably
ongoing, through
habitual acts of
masturbation.

So I could not have been more elated when pleasurably
and totally unexpected for me, but truthfully all the
same I freely admit, and with all the rapturous
anticipation a passionately yearning woman
after an inordinately long wait such as my
own could envisage, muster or deliver
at avidly encouraging myself to be
uncompromisingly, consistently
and even savagely mated as I happily thought at the
time when he came along. For there he was built
like a well-rehearsed, fully knowledgeable
and purposely committed stallion, and
so maddeningly erotic with it, there
was no way I could possibly have either avoided or resisted
what I was challengingly faced with, even if I’d wanted
to, which I most certainly didn’t; and besides having
already and inescapably been visibly seduced by
him, my love-juices liberally and unrestrictedly
flowing and me spontaneously thrust into a
permissive situation where I was entirely
besides myself with unimpeded lust, I
had in effect willingly become that
corresponding and submissively
compliant mare that in eager
anticipation was most keen
to ardently copulate with
her robust stallion and,
as such, I just could
not wait for him to
correspondingly
stimulate me too, as he
unreservedly, ardently
and impatiently for
me, embarked on
the congenial
task of him
fucking
me.

So in a heated and unashamedly libidinous
anticipation of what I yearningly wished
for and realistically expected would
single-mindedly happen to me by
him and conducted in the most
persevering and sedulously
lustful manner that not
only me but also any
similar coition-craving female could creatively
and welcomingly perceive, and additionally
fully cognizant too that my now swollen
breasts, their rigidly erect nipples and
my palpably bloated clitoris, guardedly
perched atop my unmistakably gaping
vagina that sensually, unstoppably
and liberally was gushing forth
its own pithy contribution of
carnal outpouring, it was
unquestionably, I happily
persuaded myself, the
critical moment of
the long anticipated
wholly liberating
and momentous
beginning to
a euphoric
dawning.

And in this conjoined process of “les zones érogènes”
that summarily and unchallenged heralded in the
acute and prolonged escalation of lubricious
passion that thoroughly and altogether
transformationally swept through
my entire body and whose
overall effect, I freely
admit, involuntarily, but most pleasurably too
as my mind focused on him, successfully,
conspiratorially and most happily in
all of this triggered a succession
of highly intensive and hectic orgasms in me
that induced no other personal desire than
for me to willingly submit; and since
I wasn’t in any way intimidated by
anything and furthermore fully
appreciated everything that
was happening to me and
consequently there was
nowt amiss, why on
earth then would
I pragmatically
have wished
to resist?

But he most effectively ruined all that, and in
the process of doing so he not only made
me feel but also look like a prized prat!
For while he was decidedly keen to
charge at, mount, essay to and
eventually with his colossal
salami penetrate and brutishly ramrod my sopping twat
with the inelegant finesse of a bull in a China shop,
his frenzied and ungainly sorties inside my pussy
immediately and unceremoniously brought the
curtains down on my earlier, ludicrous and
manifestly fetched fantasies about him;
with me now earnestly wishing that
he would hurriedly discharge his
seminal load and finally relieved
of it, and doing the decent thing,
promptly dismount from my
body; and afterwards with
categorically no further
chance ever given to
him of being able
to have sex with
me just leave.

And true to form this self-centred narcissist, even
though I’d not mentioned any of this to him out
of personal embarrassment to my self, none
the less faithfully delivered on my silent
request as I’d fervently but all the same
humiliatingly hoped he would. For
shortly afterwards as if privy to
my unwavering aspiration that he forthwith terminated
his ham-fisted copulation of me, I felt him forcefully
seize hold of me and in this vice-like grip of his
that he frenziedly now exerted on me, plunged
his phallus energetically into my womb. A
few sporadic jerks from him afterwards
as it embedded itself there; a grunt
of contented pleasure too to my
accompanying disguised sigh
of relief that my emotional
nightmare as was my
sexual ordeal were
fortunately at
last over.

Barring the finalities that is; for despite him shooting his
sizeable load of cum inside of me and which frankly
was the only really substantial thing he’d successfully
managed to achieve I must say, he nevertheless
expressed his keen intention of staying indefinitely
on top of me and with his penis encased at the
same time within my fanny – triggering a
reflexive emotional consternation but
all the same verbally unexpressed
response from me that instantly
surged through my mind of
no way, not that day or at
any other time! For in the far from comfortable and
unsatisfactory situation that I was evidently in, it
made no sense whatever to me and therefore
wasn’t what I wanted him to do; and so I
convincingly persuaded him, as I also
encouragingly, lyingly and physically
assisted him in quite acceleratedly
dismounting from my body, that
pleasurably as it previously was
having him lying recumbent
on top of me, I needed at
that particular moment
however, to urgently
and unavoidably
get myself off
to the loo.

He readily accepted what I said but before I
could manage to vacate the bed we shared
he rather pathetically and egotistically
asked how it had been for me sexually.
I smiled winsomely. “What do you
think?” I purred dishonestly and
non-committedly. “Good!” he
responded effusively. Patronizingly adding: “It’s
not every day that a most charming and clearly
heterosexual young woman like you quite
consciously and so practicably opts to
relinquish her virginity as you have
done to the right and obviously a
vastly experienced man like me.
Make a bad decision and she
could so easily end up being
emotionally scarred for the
remainder of her life, repulsed by
sex and never able to fulfil her
romantic dreams.” I smiled
guardedly and answered
sardonically: “Yes; as
it happens, I know
precisely what
you mean!”

© Stanley V. Collymore
28 October 2015.


The Author’s Remarks:
This is the real-life story, personally recounted to me and with the acquired permission of the lady involved to encapsulate it in a poem, of a heterosexual virgin who for her own pragmatic reasons – nothing to do with putting off having sex until she was married or any of those hackneyed moral reasons employed by supposed good girls for not getting laid but everything to do with having herself properly mated and thoroughly satisfied on her first sexual outing when that occurred, and therefore with total self-restraint intentionally eschewed having sexual intercourse with any man as she resolutely waited for her version of the right man to come along and unabashed deflower her. Only to be acutely disappointed and herself personally mortified by the reality of what happened to her when she eventually chose to voluntarily surrender her virginity. Throughout the retelling of this story I’ve carefully sought to retain its raw spirit, imagery and authenticity without which the poem would have been utterly meaningless and therefore have provided no good reason for me to write it.

Français: Ceci est l’histoire de la vie réelle personnellement raconté à moi et avec la permission acquis de la dame impliquée de l’encapsuler dans un poème d’une vierge hétérosexuels qui, pour ses propres raisons pragmatiques – rien à voir avec la mise hors d’avoir des relations sexuelles jusqu’ à ce qu’elle soit mariée ou l’une de ces raisons morales écules employées par soi-disant bonnes filles pour ne pas être licencies, mais tout à voir avec le fait elle-même correctement accouplés et complètement convaincu, sur sa première sortie sexuelle quand cela a eu lieu, et donc avec la maîtrise de soi totale intentionnellement évite d’avoir des rapports sexuels avec tout l’homme comme elle résolument attendait sa version de l’homme droit de venir et éhontée sa déflorée. Seulement être gravement déçu et se personnellement mortifié par la réalité de ce qui lui est arrive quand elle a finalement décide de se rendre volontairement sa virginité. Tout au long du récit de cette histoire, je l’ai soigneusement cherché à conserver son esprit brut, l’imagerie et l’authenticité sans laquelle le poème aurait été tout à fait dénué de sens et ont donc fourni aucune bonne raison pour moi de l’écrire.

Deutsch: Dies ist die wahre Geschichte persoenlich zu mir und mit dem erworbenen Erlaubnis der Dame beteiligt, um es in einem Gedicht eines heterosexuellen Jungfrau, die zu ihrem eigenen pragmatischen Gruenden einzukapseln erzaehlt – nichts mit Ablegen Sex, bis sie verheiratet war oder nicht einer dieser abgedroschene moralischen Gruenden von vermeintlich guten Maedchen fuer nicht beschaeftigt, sich mit insgesamt Selbstsbeschraenkung festgelegt, sondern alles, was mit mit zu tun sich selbst richtig gepaart und an ihrem ersten sexuellen Ausflug sehr zufrieden, wenn das eingetreten ist, und deshalb absichtlich vermied Geschlechtsverkehr mit jeder Mann, als sie entschieden wartete auf ihre Version der richtige Mann zu kommen und ungeniert entjungfert sie. Nur akut entaeuscht sein und sich persoenlich von der Realitaet dessen, was mit ihr passiert ist, als sie schliesslich entschied sich freiwillig ergeben ihre Jungfraeulichkeit gedemuetigt. Waehrend der gesamten Nacherzaehlung dieser Geschichte habe ich sorgfaeltig bemueht, ihre rohen Geist, Bildsprache und Authentizitaet, ohne die das Gedicht waere voellig sinnlos gewesen und haben daher haben keinen guten Grund versehen fuer mich, es zu schreiben zu behalten.

Friday 23 October 2015

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More Orgasms Not Less I Say! And Why Not Have A National Orgasm Day?


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.

Thursday 22 October 2015

Ode to the indomitable Seumas Milne!


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.

Wednesday 21 October 2015

Most Beautiful Love Song In The World

The Marital Bond!


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.

Tuesday 20 October 2015

Hurrying slowly to procure justice for Britain’s paedophile victims!


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.

Saturday 17 October 2015

Ecky thump! Well I’ll go to foot of our stairs!


By Stanley Collymore

Tom Watson: the recently elected Deputy Leader of the British Labour Party, has been arrogantly summoned, in my opinion, before some bloody obscure House of Commons committee, whose dim-witted members and the actual committee itself which 99.9% of your average Brits have frankly never heard of to personally account for and, as some of these totally brain-dead fucking idiot MPs would have him do, publicly apologize for him having, as they self-centredly perceive it, the sheer temerity and barefaced audacity to report a former House of Commons and prominent Tory, arch Zionist, yid MP and a staunch supporter of Nazi Zionist apartheid Israel, who’s allegedly and conveniently as it happens now dead and not, admittedly anyway, purposely hiding away in his beloved Zionist Israel under a new identity as some dependable sources maintain that he is – but then who the fuck really cares one way or the other as I know I don’t – to the police for acts of paedophilia and other forms of sexual abuse notified to him in his position as a constituency MP, and it’s reliably believed by a constituent of Tom Watson’s who then justifiably and as any conscionable or worthy MP should do acted in his capacity as that person’s MP and on their specific behalf sensibly and honourably reported the matter to the police, and especially so after several other cases nationally had previously and for well over a period of several decades been treated quite dismissively and disdainfully by the forces of law and order across the United Kingdom.

Now isn’t this what indisputably conscionable and genuine constituency MPs and NOT those who’re evidently in the House of Commons to further their own venal nests - and I categorically rule out persevering attention seekers and in my honest opinion dubious and transparently bogus fuckers with their own hidden and personal demon problems to deflect before these eventually, as is always the case, catch up with his sort which they positively in the end will do and of which there’s no doubt whatsoever in my mind that the likes Simon Danczuk unquestionably fall squarely into and in no way that I can see remotely fit into the same category that Tom Watson is in! And apart from everything I simply and gut-wrenching aversely do not trust or am I ever inclined to, and I have my reasons for this, this Polak- Prat that quite undeservedly is lumbered on the residents of Rochdale as their supposed MP. Jimmy Savile I deduce sarcastically would have done a much better job with his contrived but much “celebrity”, while Danczuk is as pertinent to what’s absolutely required in Rochdale as a box of foul smelling frogs are to a haut culture four star restaurant.

For decades now at least these plethora of pervertedly sick bastards have systematically abused and even in the most sadistic fashion  killed along the way young children, very vulnerable young persons and adults and quite routinely got away with it, because they not only had blanket immunity to do so by the powers that be within the UK that for the most part were themselves comprehensively involved in these sickening acts of debased perversion, but ever since the lid came off their Pandora’s Box they’ve done everything humanly possible in their power to wittingly deflect attention away from those involved while dishonestly as well giving to an essentially idiotic and very gullible white British public by and large, the twisted notion that something positively is being finally done to expose, albeit belatedly so, these totally repulsive perpetrators: dead or alive, as well as remorselessly prosecute, convict if found guilty in a truly unprejudiced court of law and implacably imprison for the rest of their pathetic, psychopathic, sociopathic and utterly depraved lives all those who are still alive. But this won’t happen and for two principle motivations: the narcissistic and profoundly entrenched delusional Master Race, white Caucasian sickos who run our country and in whose self-interests it’s most appropriate not to do anything about these degenerate perversions of theirs on the one hand, and on the other the plethora of idiots across the UK, and who are primarily white themselves, that believe all the shit that their presumably, class-superior and white scum betters tell them.

And frankly I’ve no sympathy for or empathy whatsoever with either of these groups of stomach-churning and feral specimens of the worst aspects in every way of humanity!

And specifically set against all this to then have an utterly debased and so-called House of Commons committee patently more concerned about the sensitivities of an allegedly dead Zionist yid and his family than more preferably seriously getting down to the real brass tacks issue of paedophilia and gratuitous sexual abuse by the powerful against the exceedingly vulnerable, children and the socially disadvantaged in the United Kingdom speaks volumes about the narcissistic and entirely out of touch cunts we have generally as MPs in the House of Commons.

It’s not for me to advise Tom Watson how to respond to any or all of the hubristic crap he now finds is being self-servingly levelled against him by these pervert MPs and their equally degenerate chums in the mainstream British media, everyone of them with their own debauched asses to protect; but if I were in his shoes I would most unconditionally inform these dissolute, full of themselves, narcissistic and purblind mother fuckers what they can pragmatically in these given circumstances do with themselves!

This suspect that these dim-witted prats are vaingloriously seeking to protect had plenty of time and also the full opportunity I truthfully believe to protect himself when he was, let’s say, “alive” and categorically neither availed himself of it nor had those who could do so publicly and significantly legally speak out on his behalf. Not least I’m convinced because if either he or any of them had chosen to adopt the legal option that was always there, they would have had to do so on oath. And only a complete idiot or someone who is absolutely desperate and knowing full well that they did have something to hide would stupidly open up an extra can of worms for themselves perfectly well aware that perjury is a serious criminal offence and its consequences usually can be extremely calamitous for anyone, other than the privileged elites of course, that chooses to indulge in it.

And consequently as I straightforwardly see it, but very ominously and demonstrably so as what these pseudo and exceedingly selective white trash MPs and democracy junkies whenever it suits them or their loathsome and entirely self-serving purposes would have the sensible among us believe, I unapologetically and fundamentally believe that no one is above the law irrespective of who they are, consider themselves to be, or have others do that kind of childish stuff, no pun intended I assure you, for them. And consequently from my personal perspective that specifically includes cunt MPs sitting on a House of Commons select committee and from where they asininely, delusionally and were it not such a serious matter as this risibly take to arrogating to themselves the wisdom of Job! An ability that they neither have nor are they mentally equipped for. So go shove it you prick head dumbos, and you perfectly well know precisely where!

Friday 16 October 2015

The British Paedophiles Prayer!


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 arrogantly summoned, in my opinion, before some bloody obscure House of Commons committee, whose dim-witted members and the actual committee itself which 99.9% of your average Brits have frankly never heard of to personally account for and, as some of these totally brain-dead fucking idiot MPs would have him do, publicly apologize for him having, as they self-centredly perceive it, the sheer temerity and barefaced audacity to report a former House of Commons and prominent Tory, arch Zionist, yid MP and a staunch supporter of Nazi Zionist apartheid Israel, who’s allegedly and conveniently as it happens now dead and not, admittedly anyway, purposely hiding away in his beloved Zionist Israel under a new identity as some dependable sources maintain that he is – but then who the fuck really cares one way or the other as I know I don’t – to the police for acts of paedophilia and other forms of sexual abuse notified to him in his position as a constituency MP, and it’s reliably believed by a constituent of Tom Watson’s who then justifiably and as any conscionable or worthy MP should do acted in his capacity as that person’s MP and on their specific behalf sensibly and honourably reported the matter to the police, and especially so after several other cases nationally had previously and for well over a period of several decades been treated quite dismissively and disdainfully by the forces of law and order across the United Kingdom.

Now isn’t this what indisputably conscionable and genuine constituency MPs and NOT those who’re evidently in the House of Commons to further their own venal nests - and I categorically rule out persevering attention seekers and in my honest opinion dubious and transparently bogus fuckers with their own hidden and personal demon problems to deflect before these eventually, as is always the case, catch up with his sort which they positively in the end will do and of which there’s no doubt whatsoever in my mind that the likes Simon Danczuk unquestionably fall squarely into and in no way that I can see remotely fit into the same category that Tom Watson is in! And apart from everything I simply and gut-wrenching aversely do not trust or am I ever inclined to, and I have my reasons for this, this Polak- Prat that quite undeservedly is lumbered on the residents of Rochdale as their supposed MP. Jimmy Savile I deduce sarcastically would have done a much better job with his contrived but much “celebrity”, while Danczuk is as pertinent to what’s absolutely required in Rochdale as a box of foul smelling frogs are to a haut culture four star restaurant.

For decades now at least these plethora of pervertedly sick bastards have systematically abused and even in the most sadistic fashion  killed along the way young children, very vulnerable young persons and adults and quite routinely got away with it, because they not only had blanket immunity to do so by the powers that be within the UK that for the most part were themselves comprehensively involved in these sickening acts of debased perversion, but ever since the lid came off their Pandora’s Box they’ve done everything humanly possible in their power to wittingly deflect attention away from those involved while dishonestly as well giving to an essentially idiotic and very gullible white British public by and large, the twisted notion that something positively is being finally done to expose, albeit belatedly so, these totally repulsive perpetrators: dead or alive, as well as remorselessly prosecute, convict if found guilty in a truly unprejudiced court of law and implacably imprison for the rest of their pathetic, psychopathic, sociopathic and utterly depraved lives all those who are still alive. But this won’t happen and for two principle motivations: the narcissistic and profoundly entrenched delusional Master Race, white Caucasian sickos who run our country and in whose self-interests it’s most appropriate not to do anything about these degenerate perversions of theirs on the one hand, and on the other the plethora of idiots across the UK, and who are primarily white themselves, that believe all the shit that their presumably, class-superior and white scum betters tell them.

And frankly I’ve no sympathy for or empathy whatsoever with either of these groups of stomach-churning and feral specimens of the worst aspects in every way of humanity!

And specifically set against all this to then have an utterly debased and so-called House of Commons committee patently more concerned about the sensitivities of an allegedly dead Zionist yid and his family than more preferably seriously getting down to the real brass tacks issue of paedophilia and gratuitous sexual abuse by the powerful against the exceedingly vulnerable, children and the socially disadvantaged in the United Kingdom speaks volumes about the narcissistic and entirely out of touch cunts we have generally as MPs in the House of Commons.

It’s not for me to advise Tom Watson how to respond to any or all of the hubristic crap he now finds is being self-servingly levelled against him by these pervert MPs and their equally degenerate chums in the mainstream British media, everyone of them with their own debauched asses to protect; but if I were in his shoes I would most unconditionally inform these dissolute, full of themselves and narcissistic, purblind mother fuckers what they can pragmatically in these given circumstances do with themselves!

This suspect that these dim-witted prats are vaingloriously seeking to protect had plenty of time and also the full opportunity I truthfully believe to protect himself when he was, let’s say, “alive” and categorically neither availed himself of it nor had those who could do so publicly and significantly legally speak out on his behalf. Not least I’m convinced because if either he or any of them had chosen to adopt the legal option that was always there, they would have had to do on oath. And only a complete idiot or someone who is absolutely desperate and knowing full well that they did have something to hide would stupidly open up an extra can of worms for themselves perfectly well aware that perjury is a serious criminal offence and its consequences usually can be extremely calamitous for anyone, other than the privileged elites of course, that choose to indulge in it.

And consequently as I straightforwardly see it, but very ominously and demonstrably so as what these pseudo and exceedingly selective white trash MPs and democracy junkies whenever it suits them or their loathsome and entirely self-serving purposes would have the sensible among us believe, I unapologetically and fundamentally believe that no one is above the law irrespective of who they are, consider themselves to be, or have others do that kind of childish stuff, no pun intended I assure you, for them. And consequently from my personal perspective that specifically includes cunt MPs sitting on a House of Commons select committee and from where they asininely, delusionally and were it not such a serious matter as this risibly take to arrogating to themselves the wisdom of Job! An ability that they neither have nor are they mentally equipped for. So go shove it you prick head dumbos, and you perfectly well know precisely where!