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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!

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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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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!