Nice try husband-hunter! But I’m definitely not for the taking!

By Stanley Collymore

So by all accounts it does appear in your rather skewed

judgement of me that you definitely think I’m very

much an incurable bounder and, to boot, a rather

lousy person too who but for the fortunate and

timely intervention of fate would clearly have made

you a dreadful husband. And were you given the

pick, and taking into consideration that sick

and subjective assessment of yours, you

would most certainly have delightedly

preferred that I wasn’t here on this

earth anymore and, instead, was

simply and disdainfully stone

cold dead in a characterless

churchyard or community

cemetery; and similarly as an enduring

measure to all that, I most definitely

would not any longer be around

and satisfactorily for you was

already long entombed the

characteristic six feet, or

even insistently more,

firmly underground.

And, additionally as an obligatory duty to mankind as

well as your warped concept of civilized society,

thereafter enforcedly made to have my mortal

remains perpetually pushing up daisies all

year round while my soul, assuming of course

you ever thought let alone conceded that I

actually did have one, was summarily

and eternally dispatched to Hades,

there, forever, to be consumed

both day and night by Hell’s

rampant and relentless fire!

Well, dream on my ex-lover as you vainly try

to denigrate my reputation and character

with your deliberate lies, while at the

same time distractedly labouring to

represent me as the abhorrent villain of your

manipulative imagination, when in every

plausible sense I’m entirely different

from the fanciful characterization

of the person you’re insistently

pushing with regard to who

and what I positively am.

And why all of this, and how come I’ve determinedly

refused to marry you and become your husband?

Well the straightforward and honest answer

to that specific question is: show me an

intelligent man, among whom I quite

impenitently regard myself as one, who would

sensibly marry a hardened love cheat, who

deliberately was cunningly concealing

a bun in her oven and calculatedly so

as a conscious decision stemming

from her multiple and ongoing

underhand affairs with other

men! Yet determining this

treacherous behaviour as

no big deal on her part, as she still

incredibly expected this one to

marry her and, furthermore,

unbelievably function as

if I were the biological

father of the bastard

offspring, who she

was now carrying.

© Stanley V. Collymore

21 November 2019.

Author’s Remarks:

As significant sections of Britain’s population in classic national hypocrisy generously don sackcloth and ashes, beat their chests in feverish agitation or even whip themselves in self-flagellation while others theatrically sanctimoniously stand on their self-imposed podiums of public self-righteousness to castigate one of their own for allegedly, God forbid, scandalously indulging in arrogant, conspicuously unrepentant and transatlantic, unforgivable acts of purportedly enforced and trafficking acts of conspicuously paedophilia.

Any basically curious observer, sensibly not caught up in these outrageous shenanigans, will automatically ask himself or herself, or respond in like manner to anyone who questions him or her on this matter, what’s all the fuss about? When anyone with a functioning brain knows full well that such behaviour is an endemic feature within influential sections of British society and their manipulative Useful Idiot” supporters who relish their subservient and class infested lives in this rather entrenched and decadent society we call the United Kingdom. And guess what? The same attitude is deeply entrenched when it comes to cuckolding!