What is it King Consort Charles? Guilt or the daunting fear of thieves and murderers not trusting each other?

By Stanley Collymore

Give over will you, you fatuous 

sycophantic morons! A risibly 

supposed, love-matched duo 

who even after Diana’s untimely death, 

that they occasioned, and subsequent 

to their own marriage together exactly 

18 years in total, literally still not living 

with each other! Sure! Let’s face really 

hard and undiluted facts! Camilla was 

and still is a keen hard drinking, chain 

smoking, quite knowlegeable woman, 

of the world; as she characteristically 

quite distinctively was when she first 

started seeing Charles. Diana though 

very significantly and also effectively 

in marked contrast who Charles was 

actually, by the immediate members 

of his family forced to marry as they 

had unquestionably, and predictably 

quite hypocritically rejected Camilla 

notwithstanding their own, immoral 

lives, distinctly due to her notorious  

lascivious reputation, clearly aware

that Diana was a vulnerable and an 

indisputably naïve 19 years old girl. 

So essentially, Camilla now stands 

on the bones of a once gorgeously 

beautiful woman whose death she 

caused together with Charles; and 

like him was greatly and gratefully 

relieved, when Diana actually died. 

Therefore, should someone like myself, 

enforcedly British born but ethnically 

and saliently culturally, despite my 

intensive British background, a thoroughly 

mentally liberated Bajan, precisely like all 

my fellow Barbadians, with a distinctive, 

very staunch, impeccable, and likewise 

an implacable, moral conscience; just 

because we’re similarly so voluntarily 

members, of this Commonwealth of 

Nations and effectively additionally 

in Barbados’ case, pertinently also 

the wealthy realm, whose profuse  

blood, sweat and tears, obviously 

and undeniably were themselves  

largely amplified by our massive 

financial wealth transforming in 

excess of four centuries a once 

effectively backwater, offshore,

European island, named Britain 

into the global empire it clearly

quite ruthlessly, so genocidally 

and barbarically, then became. 

Consequently, very thoroughly  

indelibly, and fundamentally 

characteristically, actually 

and morally steeped, as I undoubtedly 

quite obviously assuredly am relative 

to our very intrinsically ethical, Bajan 

principles, how could I then possibly 

or expediently overlook them; much 

less so idiotically and hypocritically 

also, pretend otherwise than what I 

essentially am by quite egregiously 

foreswearing those said principles, 

which encompass, and distinguish 

my very life? Basically, to celebrate 

a most terribly expensive, taxpayer 

funded coronation: this, in spite of  

those personal, billions of Pounds 

Sterling that Charles and similarly 

too, an extended privileged family  

impudently tax-free have hoarded 

away, yet didn’t cough up a single 

penny relative to their own prized 

money stash for this distinctively 

unnecessarily, undoubtedly quite  

expensive vainglorious jamboree 

ostentatiously very spectacularly 

obviously for the 'Queen' Camilla 

Parker Bowles: also indisputably 

her favourably prioritized family; 

and pertinently keeping with the 

new order of things Charles too, 

whose coronation it undeniably 

ought to have been pathetically

present to pay his obeisance to 

Britain's evil calculating Queen! 

Nothing obviously, remotely on 

offer from me; nor would there 

ever likely to have been or ever 

distinctly will, from my cultural 

Bajan or British citizenship too 

perspectives to a murderously 

adulterous ignoble pretension. 

(C) Stanley V. Collymore

21 May 2023. 

Author's Remark:

It’s virtually impossible for a country like Britain that despite the countless millennia that have unquestionably demarcated the differences in gender between the identical species, have serious problems actually recognizing and likewise accepting this demarcation, even when the specific functions of both are evidently delineated.

Frankly, the bulk of the British people and their globally genocidally, convict inured and multifariously barbaric kin are a fucking joke; and as such it’s best to leave them to themselves, for as night follows day they’ll eventually destroy themselves, and with a positive outlook for the rest of the world that can’t come soon enough! 

How any set of people can be so bloody stupid, accept information doled out to them that's obviously blatant lies, never bother to check it, accept it unthinkingly and literally adjust their already pathetic lives to accommodate the crap they've been malevolently and likewise clearly avariciously and financially been fed and not suss out they're being used and quite perniciously so is totally beyond any kind of rational comprehension. 

And the really ludicrous and stark irony in all of this, is that these intellectually challenged, quite dimwitted, incredibly gullible, absolutely toxically verminous scum go around with their multitude of bastards who glaringly, most pathetically themselves don't for the most part don't even know who their own biological fathers are and significantly too likewise neither do most of their biological mothers, not only have the sheer audacity to show horn Harry, Meghan and their own children into every bloody click bait Daily Mail story released to them and whether it has any relevance or even mention in it relative to Meghan and Harry - so utterly compulsively obsessed are these sad losers in life!  

Yet the inured fawning to their risibly monarchical: Queen Camilla and King Consort Charles, as well as other quite obviously hereditarily perceived social betters that their deeply class entrenched classism envelopes them in aside, further delude themselves that they're all of them quite irrefutably members of this pathetically insane white master race. Dream on controlled losers!