The Clinical response to an adulterous affair!

By Stanley Collymore

When one solemnly promises loyalty, or at most pretends

to do so, but what in reality they either spitefully or else

clandestinely deceitfully and contemptuously deliver

is the worst kind of treachery they’re odiously and

dishonestly capable of; in essence nothing that is

remotely comparable to the basic necessities of

compassion; is by no means compatible with

human dignity and far less so in terms of

emotional behaviour has nothing at all

to do with the normally understood

concepts of love, what out the

response then realistically,

whether proportionally

or otherwise, to such

an intentional act

of treachery?

A Russian man: very much like and well-respected in his

local community, on arriving home unexpectedly early

from his job as a seasoned, accomplished and a most

popular and highly professional veterinarian, on

going indoors to his house devastatingly found

to his utter surprise his wife of many years standing

in bed – and in of all places their matrimonial home –

having sexual relations clandestinely with none

other than the individual whom he’d always

regarded not only to be a longstanding

but also, until this most shocking of

revelations to him, a reliably

trustworthy and ironically

deemed by this Russian

veterinarian as his

very best friend.

Deeply angered and justifiably feeling very betrayed

by two significant persons in his life: his wife and

his best friend, this Russian veterinarian surgeon

promptly murdered his adulterous spouse but

for some inexplicable reason still unstated

by him didn’t do the same deed to his

erstwhile friend, maybe a subconscious triggering of

old friendship ties I guess! Nevertheless, with a

righteous vengeance kicking in it didn’t stop

him though from divesting this definitely

treacherous Judas friend of his, of his

valued meat and two vegs by using

his normally used expertise and

surgical skills to immediately

and clinically castrate him.

And the moral to this painful story is: if you’re a

Lothario and arrogantly or even treacherously

fancy yourself as such, fine – just as long as

you don’t in the least mind running the

likely risk during your clandestine

sexual trysts of credibly ending

up being an enforced soprano

or even more humiliatingly a bewildered eunuch!

In which case I would earnestly suggest to you,

if otherwise, that you steadfastly keep away

from obviously married women, however

seductive they may appear or actually

be, who are openly known to have

husbands that are either medical

or furious veterinary surgeons.

© Stanley V. Collymore

7 November 2016.

Author’s Comments:

This Russian man, in my honest opinion, deserves on the basis of his ingenuity alone, a medal not I imprisonment! And I do hope that if he unfortunately does go to jail that his sentence will be a short and lenient one.

It was my German Partner, who obviously lives in Germany, has never lived in Britain and voluntarily expressed the opinion, long before she and I became an item, of not having the slightest wish or intention of ever doing so in this earthly life of hers, a view she still firmly holds, that first brought this story to my attention.

Like me she found herself instinctively being sympathetic towards as well as being rather empathetic with this veterinary surgeon; and detesting all kinds of treachery as she clearly does and especially on such a personal level as this one, as I similarly do, her support is obviously for this man although she astutely and readily recognizes that his dire situation need not have arisen in the first place if his cheating wife and so-called friend had been openly honest with themselves about their surreptitious relationship with each other, subsequently once they’d sorted that specific matter out between themselves in a mature fashion had then jointly and as constructively as they possibly could related their personal predicament to an after all justifiably angered, offended and traumatized husband.

Assuming, of course, that what they were jointly and lasciviously involved in had anything whatsoever to do with love and them genuinely wanting to be together; and what they were happily engaged in wasn’t simply a case of unbridled lust coupled with a downright arrant, totally deceitful and a most arrogant treachery against this Russian veterinarian, and with it all being done ostensibly laughingly and odiously contemptuously behind his back.

No aficionado of ever wanting to live in Britain, My German Partner is however completely conversant with British politics – a major disincentive if ever there was one to put even Brits like me from doing so let alone compos mentis and intelligent foreigners by the way – and genuinely thinks that the vast majority of British politicians at national and local levels and whether they’re the endemically corrupt, born to the Manor with an omnipotent and quite irrefutable right to privilege and to lead as they delusionally deceive themselves on all of these counts and of the ilk of Ms Hilary Benn and David Cameron; or a psychopathic and sociopathic bunch of manifestly demented upstarts like Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, Peter Mandelson or Neil Kinnock; the comprehensively outright and risibly inept, but personally and distinctly, idiotically unaware of it but nevertheless compulsively toadying and social climbing nerds like Alan Johnson, Liz Kendall, Yvette Cooper and Ed Ball.

Manipulative, unreservedly undemocratic and discernibly lowlife morons like Tom Watson, Margaret Hodge, Tessa Jowell and Margaret Becket; demonstrably graspingly avaricious and criminal clowns like Jack Straw, David Blunkett and Frank Field; or the plethora of inured Dykes and Queets: openly so or of the clandestine closet and even conventionally “married” variety, in whose loathsome ranks there are the likes of Mr Angela Eagle, Kezia Dugdale and Chuka Umununa, and consisting of a keen and practising assembly of paedophile associates, wholehearted sympathizers and committed political protectors, and invariably so from a self-protecting perspective on their part, of both local government politicians and the usual run of the mill national ones either in situ as parliamentarians in both houses, or are otherwise either retired or out of office but all of them nevertheless deeply embedded on the national level in the Westminster Bubble – individuals who both independently and collectively my German Partner considers to be indisputably puerile and senseless, feral fantasists that haven’t grown up and what’s more in her estimation, and which concurs with my own, permanently lack the capacity to do so! So against that decidedly disastrous backdrop why on earth would a highly intelligent, superbly well-educated and a thoroughly professional German lady in every sense of all those definitions and who has everything going for her want to leave Europe’s foremost political, economic and significantly most cultured country to live in Britain? A no-brainer I would say!

She did however make a very perceptive suggestion. Namely that the rank and file members of the real Labour party could hire this Russian Veterinarian as a consultant, since as a Russian he probably won’t be able to join the Labour Party, to advise on similarly clinically sorting out – Dykes, Queers they’re all the same to me - our own traitors in the Labour Party. In which case I’d like to be the first to genially nominate him as the new General Secretary of our Labour Party!