It’s official! Socialism for the privileged rich but Capitalism and Austerity for the poor.



By Stanley Collymore

The rich don’t commit crimes, only the poor do the rich arrogantly assert. Yet what is being widely observed and well-informed individuals have known for several decades is that the rich employ every means they can with the complicit assistance of national governments and law enforcement agencies and even high ranking officials in the HMRC that they either bribe or else buy outright to intentionally and hubristically behind our backs both evade and avoid paying taxes they ought to have done. And in this regard also have or easily acquire the overwhelming support of well-heeled law firms and banks, some of the latter heavily baled out by the general and hard-pressed taxpayers, who dutifully pay their taxes, to aggressively ensure that these wealthy tax dodgers who can well afford to pay their legitimate taxes don’t pay any taxes at all.

And when one of the main bosses at the Swiss arm of HSBC, under whose watch this despicable scandal was most virulent, can then be casually recruited by the incumbent Prime Minister David Cameron, hurriedly made a life peer, promptly slotted into the House of Lords and with indecent haste as well made a government minister in David Cameron’s Con-Dem Coalition government in 2010 the same year that the Conservatives with the assistance of the Lib-Dems came to power, and this notwithstanding the fact that the Conservatives and David Cameron in particular have a very unflattering record of appointing dodgy individuals to very influential positions – remember Andy Coulston and David Cameron’s forced mea culpa that “I diodn’t really know what he was like guv and as soon as I found out I instantly sacked him;” my words but Cameron’s sentiments all the same, and anyway that wasn’t how it happened for we all know that Cameron didn’t fire Andy Coulston immediately and even resolutely defended his decision to employ him, not only blatantly cocks a nose at the rest of us that wouldn’t be able to get away with this highly immoral and, let’s call a spade a spade, criminal behaviour in spite of the euphemistic gloss lavishly put on these people’s activities by likeminded hypocrites and inveterate purveyors of brazen double standards that tax avoidance is perfectly legal and these financial criminals are in effect doing no wrong, but nevertheless vociferously and vitriolically promulgate a wholly different tune if the odd working class or council house tenant fiddles their benefit claims and improperly gets money that he or she isn’t entitled to.

And while getting hold of money in this fraudulent fashion is both legally and morally wrong the amounts of money scammed off the state is nevertheless a mere pittance compared to what these affluent crooks are premeditatedly stealing from the state by not honestly, lawfully, dutifully and morally part with the taxes they should be paying. And the high point of irony in all this is when a banker working for a bank which was massively baled out by the state through the beneficence of the standard legitimate taxpayer’s money; a bank that clearly would no longer have continued in business let alone continued to exist were it not for this specific act of fiscal generosity which had been applied to it and its staff members including the one I’m including here, and who would have been without a job himself, notwithstanding all that, this specific banker none the less in the aftermath of his bank’s bale out was instantaneously put in charge of a division of that said bank with the distinct responsibility to advise wealthy clients of that bank, as well as other prospective affluent ones on how best to circumvent paying taxes to the state; a task that this most ungrateful bastard went about with aplomb and moreover pursued most aggressively.

So all the conspicuous claptrap from the UK government, the official opposition in the House of Commons and the rest of these stinking sewer rats in parliament that something needs to be done about this striking financial travesty of justice and that they’re all committed to doing just that, is so much hot air. Not least so because some of the most egregious avoiders and also evaders when it comes to tax affairs – dastardly criminals is my definition of them – are principal donors of the foremost British political parties as well as these MPs themselves and, truth be told, you can bet your very last Pound Sterling at your local bookie that these MPs and House of Lords peers and peeresses, irrespective of their political colours, are together with their respective families doing precisely the same things when it comes to their avoidance and or evasion of paying their rightful taxes. Socialism for the rich but capitalism for the poor; for as one individual spoke to succinctly put it: “Offshore bank accounts are essential if one doesn’t want to pay taxes; for why else would they exist?”

So now you know or really should do, if you didn’t already, that you’re seriously, patronizingly and arrogantly being had by those whom you consider to be your social betters.

FRANK SINATRA I DID IT MY WAY

The seductive atmosphere of St. Valentine’s Day!



By Stanley Collymore

I promise to love you in every conceivable way that

there is and moreover for as long as I humanly can;

never to intentionally lie to you, emotionally

deceive you, cause you personal anguish

by my behaviour towards you –

whether thoughtlessly or otherwise

embarked upon - and to let no action,

come what may, heedlessly essay

to ever split us apart or unduly

sway what I personally and

powerfully feel for you

and treasure most

deeply within

my heart.

But also permit me to candidly say that as much as

I resolutely care about you and me being together

as one; profoundly respect and passionately

love you in every way that it’s possible

for a woman to ever love a man,

and in that regard where you’re

concerned I categorically

do, I none the less do

intrinsically need to retain something for me

that’s exclusively mine, and which I really

can’t or won’t ever let go of, however

persuasive or engagingly so the

seductive overtures and the

complementary Siren

Song might be of

St.Valentine!

© Stanley V. Collymore

8 February 2015.

Author’s Remarks

This poem consciously written from a female perspective and assuredly as well my longstanding (from puberty onwards into adulthood actually) and committedly held point of view that in the arena of love absolute equality must at all times be an undisguised pre-requisite and salient factor in all amorous relationships between the two genders of our distinctive human race, is none the less dedicated to all those – whether committedly, casually or hopefully so – who at this time of the year are recurrently and ritually turning their concerted attentions and romantic designs to matters of the heart.

A Ubiquitous St. Valentine’s Declaration Of Perpetual Love!



By Stanley Collymore

From a personal perspective I don’t know you at all

even though I’ve run into you a number of times,

albeit briefly so and always distinctly in

a formal situation that essentially,

both disappointingly and

rather problematically for me, precludes any

meaningful or social intercourse between

the two of us. Clearly not an ideal state

of affairs for me or one that I would

have wished for I readily admit,

and furthermore a situation

that most uncomfortably

sits quite contrary to what I’ve

expectantly and earnestly wished

it might otherwise have been.

For both physically and

amorously, and completely beyond doubt,

the intensely remarkable and prevailing

emotional stimuli which you liberally

and overpoweringly generate inside

me have, on my part, indubitably

most consciously, and with a

gratifyingly consummate

abandonment, warmly

thrown wide open

the portals of

my heart.

So on this St. Valentine’s Day now positively

emboldened by and additionally fortified

with the historical licence of and

customary practice afforded

to would be lovers in speaking either

openly or anonymously, but nevertheless

freely, about the profound emotions

they’ve previously closeted but

all the same amorously and

for some time carried

inside, as so many not unlike

myself recurrently do; and therefore

fully committed this time to utilizing

what for me are appropriately and

will hopefully also successfully

prove to be a transformative

state of affairs in my life

this St. Valentine; it’s my resolute

intention to boldly, truthfully,

unhesitatingly but with the

utmost humility as well seize

with both hands this wondrous

opportunity to earnestly express

my deepest feelings towards

you as I explicitly let you

know with unqualified

confidence how very

much I do actually

love and totally

adore you!

© Stanley V. Collymore

5 February 2015.

Author’s Remarks

Actually knowing that you’re in love and having that love fully reciprocated is one of several astonishing things possible in one’s life; itself fortified with the excellent and truly self-satisfying feeling of encountering this remarkable experience and mutually sharing it with that valued individual in your life. However, to unrealistically or worst still rather delusionally persuade one’s self that a tangible or even a consequential love relationship is in the prospect of happening or actually does exist when no such thing is in vogue or remotely possible is altogether a wholly different issue which a competent, professionally qualified and considerably experienced psychiatrist is far more fittingly suited to deal with.

So at this St. Valentine’s time that like all previous ones, and completely depending on your own and, dare I say, decidedly subjective personal perspective is characterized as infamous and consequently highly irrelevant, or else as noteworthy and therefore must be consummately treasured in every possible way, I wish you all the very best and hope that you truthfully manage to work out for yourself which is the more commonsensical or appropriate of these two contradictory alternatives in your case. But either way that you have a wonderfully pleasurable time while doing so.

Naturally impressive yet relaxed about it!



By Stanley Collymore

The most intriguing and sometimes totally captivating

thing about the unpredictable vagaries of life are the

chance encounters which they present, enabling

one to occasionally, quite out of the blue

as it happens, come across persons

that previously were entirely

unknown entities to the

individual concerned.

Yet, in spite of the unfamiliarity associated

with such encounters, the instantaneously

thrilling, disarming and natural rapport

coupled with the effortlessly mutual

understanding that this unique

situation generates, itself

securely fused with a

consummate and genuine affability quite

clearly discernible on both sides of this

budding relationship, epitomize as

well what I both feel and know

that true and unpretentious

living is really all about.

And interestingly and honestly said

there can be no denying the fact

that these endearing features,

and many more besides,

you obviously have

in abundance

Samantha!

© Stanley V. Collymore

14 August 2014.

The Author’s Personal Tribute:

In a world where so many intolerable pressures, and of such diversity too, are unwarrantedly and quite invariably damagingly as well exerted on others who unthinkingly assume and even implausibly, in my opinion, literally convince themselves that they must flow with the tide of embarrassing inanity and even outright, rank stupidity is rather mindboggling to say the least; yet this quite preposterous conduct and the glaringly compulsive craving to please others, even those that the individual doesn’t really know at all and simultaneously to be some person other than one’s self happens repeatedly.

So it’s a most refreshing change and in the process an undeniable inspiration, I freely admit, to happily come across someone like you Samantha, who despite your having a complete array of the most endearing qualities that huge numbers of individuals clearly don’t have, and therefore can only dream about, you nevertheless are the personification of self-control and graciousness coupled with a selfless readiness to be both pleasant and helpful at all times. And very aware of this from the onset of our first meeting I’ve decided to write you this poem Samantha.

Well Bugger Me!



By Stanley Collymore

Not literally you see, as I’m only speaking

metaphorically and consequently must

choose my words most carefully so

as not to inadvertently convey to

all and sundry the wrong

impression that either previously or

currently have I ever directly, indirectly

or even remotely so been personally,

Good gracious me, involved in

buggering or having myself

buggered by anyone; or,

euphemistically put,

indulged in acts of

homosexuality.

Presently activities that quite lawfully can

be participated in by both women and

men who, in Britain at least, can

now legitimately get married

in the process and thereby

assist, to some degree,

in gradually alleviating the entrenched

public aversion to what many among

it resolutely with an undisguised

and undiminished hostility still

perceive as unnatural and

even ungodly liaisons.

And seemingly conveniently overlooking the

glaring fact that female sexual deviants

were neither similarly affected by

nor ever subjected to the same

judgemental, public opprobrium or judicial

sanctions that concertedly were highly

damaging and likewise a constant

bane in the lives of their male

counterparts. How so?

Quite simply really;

Queen Victoria

just didn’t

want to

know!

For doggedly, dishonestly and blatantly masquerading

behind that cunningly contrived, imperious and

puritanical façade of hers she’d implacably

refused to sign into law the House of

Commons Act which would have

outlawed lesbianism as

well as homosexuality, lyingly declaring

that women weren’t corrupted by any

such deviant condition; and so

the Prime Minister of the

day meekly caved in

to her barefaced

and flagrant

exaction!

Fast-forwarding to the 21^st Century what concerns me

most is not how many queers, poofs, bottom-bashers,

leslies, dykes or fanny- thumpers – politely put

gays and lesbians – there are in our country,

who they are personally or what they

lawfully and consensually get up to

in their private lives, as none

of this bothers me in the least. But as the character

Rigsby in the TV series, Rising Damp pithily put

it, there are many influential and Establishment

figures here in the UK, who if they had their

way dual gender homosexuality laid bare

in all its diverse forms wouldn’t just be

legal, they would damn well ensure

as well it was made compulsory.

And that, quite, frankly, is a

bridge too far; even for

someone as clearly

tolerant as me!

© Stanley V. Collymore

25 January 2015.

Author’s Remarks:

In January 2015 in the immediate aftermath of the Zionist, false flag operational attacks in Paris the sane residents of Europe and the rest of the world through the fawning courtesy of the western corporate media: state as well as privately owned and controlled, were zealously, fulsomely, premeditatedly and most cynically subjected to the calculatedly pre-planned and absolutely ludicrous, in my opinion, totally obscene spectacle of the naively good, heinously bad and obdurately evil-minded, in tandem with the habitually crass, easily manipulated and brain-dead gullible [how ever I wonder would the 21^st Century manage to operate so entirely dysfunctionally without the presence of these mindless jerks?] collectively corralled into rather effusively supporting and actually physically participating in a Paris, France street march that ostensibly its lying and dishonest organizers – who are no strangers themselves to egregiously and calculatingly instigating most of the political and societal chaos, mendaciously contrived mayhem, unwarranted destruction, and even some of the most callous and savagely executed murders throughout the world - barefacedly and quite fraudulently maintain was a necessary public manifestation of their resolute, uncompromisingly determined and daringly undeterred commitment to the absolute tenets of freedom of expression, free speech and the individual’s inalienable and unchallenged right to permanently and in every possible situation exercise the aforementioned at will.

This notwithstanding the transparently observable and instantaneously recognizable fact that these infernally cretinous, odiously demented, demonically hypocritical and the consummate and perfidious past masters of the most inimically-conceived duplicity imaginable evidently don’t practice what they hubristically and markedly egotistically preach to others, especially those whom with no rationalization at all they care little or nothing about and conspicuously disdainfully despise. Since for them and their numerous supporters freedom of expression, attendant with its free speech assertion, is highly selective and all about them and their assumed exclusive right, as they perversely see it, to gratuitously and even with intent abuse, denigrate and also publicly humiliate at will, and in whatever form they elect to, those groups or individuals whom they intentionally marginalize or disfavour and, furthermore, with the expectation and enjoyment of absolute impunity to do so.

And should they be challenged on any of this ought with blanket immunity to be at liberty to dishonestly claim that such “unreasonable” requests which they then disingenuously interpret as “demands” being made on them are totally absurd and, what’s more, are clearly motivated by what they untruthfully characterize as “political correctness.” However, were their opponents or others thoroughly sickened by their hypocrisy and double-standards to adopt the same approach and spearhead a similar campaign of vitriol against them, even through the art form of satire which these charlatans belatedly claim to love so much, then that becomes wholly unacceptable and those who’re responsible for this must be severely punished; even if it entails having to fully deploy the full extent and apparatus of noticeably skewed laws against them to get the desired result that these egocentric nerds want.

And it would be wise, I think, to generally recognize that Charlie Hebdo, their latest standard bearer in this Machiavellian crusade of theirs, is to satire and free speech what prostitution or unequivocally running a brothel is to Catholic nuns in an established nunnery; in other words these activities are wholly incongruous and implausible with the prescribed status and known proclivities of the particular body concerned. And since Freedom of Expression and also Free Speech are now seemingly the rediscovered, overtly as well as overly publicized and actively encouraged buzzwords formally endorsed by and with the official imprimatur of our virtuous rulers stamped all over them, I’ve consciously, of my own volition, decided to test the waters of this panacea of western libertarianism by simply not only writing but also publishing this poem, “Well bugger me!”

I’m neither a homophobe nor an aficionado of homosexuality in any of its gender forms [why should I be when it’s not my bag and I’ve no personal axe to grind one way or another?]; but I’m well aware that homosexuality is being cynically and rather concertedly used by the British political class, our rulers – economically and politically - and most typically and quite incontestably our Establishment too. And I say this because while the overwhelming majority of these people are quite prepared to either cowardly or deceitfully hide behind the façade of marriage to mask their homosexual proclivities and attendant perversions, and moreover have been doing so for yonks; with the unanticipated revelations of paedophilia and other forms of child abuse in their ranks coupled with a surge of historical cases virtually daily coming to the fore, as longsuffering victims have finally found the courage to speak out knowing that finally they’ll be listened to, which clearly wasn’t the case in the past, our Establishment and other elite paedophiles have become tremendously rattled concomitant with the profound and very pervasive fear that they’ll be found out at last and appropriately dealt with.

And so what the British people are being cynically subjected to is a raft of homosexually friendly laws that are calculatingly designed to create an environment which is conducive to homosexuality per se, give the appearance that it’s entirely free of all its past stigmas and, in the process, create an environment among the many morons within our society, as we observed with the Charlie Hebdo scenario, that homosexuality is officially quite cool but with the unspoken and sinister undertones that hopefully the perversions of political, so-called celebrity and Establishment paedophilia and other heinous child abuses including murder, can summarily and permanently be swept under the elitist carpet, while the “Sacred Cow” of homosexuality prevails.

Now how’s that for Freedom of Expression and Free Speech?

Farewell Deidre Barlow



By Stanley Collymore

In a world of rampant disingenuousness; of studied

narcissism overtly and preponderantly parading

itself and deceitfully masquerading in the

process as honesty and truth, and

where dissembling has become an art form

of its own, you Anne Kirkbride were the

complete opposite of all these things,

exemplifying instead a refreshing

and blooming oasis of heartfelt

humanity and genuine talent

that was professionally yet

endearingly dispensed in

what’s still mainly and

otherwise a barren,

run of the mill and

talentless desert

of established

mediocrity.

And for this, all the cherished memories which you’ve

left me and millions more and the affinity, coupled

with that characteristic Lancastrian charm

that you dispensed so well both on and

off our TV screens but most notably

and immortally for me in

Corrie Street, I shall eternally be most grateful to you.

So farewell Anne Kirkbride – Deidre Barlow –

and with the curtains having finally, but

alas and regrettably for me and many

millions more of your adoring and

grieving fans, prematurely and

permanently fallen on your

earthly performances, I’m

absolutely sure, even as

your earthly credits

are being rolled out, justly lauded and rightly

applauded, that the stage is already set

celestially for an even bigger, more

rewarding and eternal role,

specially scripted for

you, and waiting

to be played!

© Stanley V. Collymore

20 January 2015.

Author’s Remarks:

There are times when situations unexpectedly impact so seriously and emotionally on one’s self that regardless of how competent one actually is verbally words just simply aren’t enough to convey the shock and profound sadness that that specific occurrence has engendered.

The untimely death of Anne Kirkbride – affectionately, endearingly and enduringly known to millions of us as Deidre Barlow, the character which with her consummate and natural skills she so convincingly and professionally played in the long running and iconic British television series, Coronation Street, also lovingly referred to as Corrie or Corrie Street – is one such occurrence.

So in grateful appreciation for all the cherished memories you've personally given me Deidre Barlow, I’ll simply say: “Farewell Anne Kirkbride – Deidre Barlow – and thank you; and although you’ll be sorely missed, you’ll never be forgotten! R.I.P.”

My condolences to your husband, other family members, your close friends and the cast and administrators at Coronation Street.