By Stanley Collymore
Why is it that some clearly intelligent
and rational persons nevertheless
get in a huff and temporarily, at
least, lose all sense of reason
as well as a normally clear-
sighted and objective perspective
on points although seemingly of
some legitimate consequence,
in truth are of no comparable
or any immense importance
that's feasible, whatsoever.
Allowing themselves in a
spirited replication to be
senselessly wound up
by the very offensive,
immoral, blameable,
dissolute, sick, vile
and similarly also
the supportably,
the supportably,
puerile actions
and imbecilic,
daily articles
routinely prescribed by graspingly
greedy, totally unconscionable
and thoroughly self-serving
MSM baron-owners and
editorial chiefs to their fawningly
tasked, easily bought and as
such explicitly expected to
always do as they're told
minion hacks; who are
themselves likewise
keenly involved in
the desensitized
and insultingly
dominant control of their
plethora of irrefutably
brain-dead and, as
well, mainly white
underclass and
always racist,
xenophobic
plebeians!
(C) Stanley V. Collymore
30 April 2020.
Author's Remarks:
At the age of 10 years and on the eve of starting my secondary education at the prestigious Alleyne Grammar School in Barbados - which is the second oldest such secondary educational institution not only within Barbados itself and the whole of the Caribbean but also across the entirety of the so-called New World of the three Americas; the oldest, which is Harrison's College, is also located in Barbados - my beloved Mama, who in effect is my Maternal Grandmother and that is what I have always affectionately called her from the moment that I could speak, such was always the unbreakable bond between the two of us, lovingly had me sat down on the veranda of her large and delightful home as she leisurely ensconced herself in her favourite rocking chair.
And amid the gentle and hypnotic roar, carried by the wind, of the Atlantic Ocean just a half of a mile distance away, as it most assiduously and quite continuously washed the shores of this picturesque and totally unspoilt, as it still is to this very day, north-eastern area of Barbados and where our principal family homes were and are still located, quite engagingly, as was only to be expected - for such was always the nature of our remarkably close relationship - Mama had a most compellingly instructional and thoroughly delightful conversation with me which enlighteningly covered a diversity of completely relevant subject areas.
And one of these subject areas concerned my own safety and how I should respond when confronted with racists or those suffering under their own delusional burden of white superiority and a sick and twisted sense of their privileged entitlement.
"Walk away or take evasive action," Mama told me, "whenever you see trouble coming; for it makes no sense at all to consciously martyr yourself on the altar of someone else's stupidity." - (Copyright: Stanley V. Collymore).
Advice that I've conscientiously heeded throughout my life. But don't be fooled by that admission! As I'm nobody's coward and never will be! For there's an addendum to what my Mama intelligently told me, that I have always just as sedulously held in reserve and has effectively worked for me, but consciously choose not to reveal.
editorial chiefs to their fawningly
tasked, easily bought and as
such explicitly expected to
always do as they're told
minion hacks; who are
themselves likewise
keenly involved in
the desensitized
and insultingly
dominant control of their
plethora of irrefutably
brain-dead and, as
well, mainly white
underclass and
always racist,
xenophobic
plebeians!
(C) Stanley V. Collymore
30 April 2020.
Author's Remarks:
At the age of 10 years and on the eve of starting my secondary education at the prestigious Alleyne Grammar School in Barbados - which is the second oldest such secondary educational institution not only within Barbados itself and the whole of the Caribbean but also across the entirety of the so-called New World of the three Americas; the oldest, which is Harrison's College, is also located in Barbados - my beloved Mama, who in effect is my Maternal Grandmother and that is what I have always affectionately called her from the moment that I could speak, such was always the unbreakable bond between the two of us, lovingly had me sat down on the veranda of her large and delightful home as she leisurely ensconced herself in her favourite rocking chair.
And amid the gentle and hypnotic roar, carried by the wind, of the Atlantic Ocean just a half of a mile distance away, as it most assiduously and quite continuously washed the shores of this picturesque and totally unspoilt, as it still is to this very day, north-eastern area of Barbados and where our principal family homes were and are still located, quite engagingly, as was only to be expected - for such was always the nature of our remarkably close relationship - Mama had a most compellingly instructional and thoroughly delightful conversation with me which enlighteningly covered a diversity of completely relevant subject areas.
And one of these subject areas concerned my own safety and how I should respond when confronted with racists or those suffering under their own delusional burden of white superiority and a sick and twisted sense of their privileged entitlement.
"Walk away or take evasive action," Mama told me, "whenever you see trouble coming; for it makes no sense at all to consciously martyr yourself on the altar of someone else's stupidity." - (Copyright: Stanley V. Collymore).
Advice that I've conscientiously heeded throughout my life. But don't be fooled by that admission! As I'm nobody's coward and never will be! For there's an addendum to what my Mama intelligently told me, that I have always just as sedulously held in reserve and has effectively worked for me, but consciously choose not to reveal.
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