Even brain-dead low-lives have a legitimate, constitutional right to their asinine opinions!



By Stanley Collymore

Like everyone else in this country, or the wider world for

that matter, you’re perfectly entitled to your personal

opinions Noel Gallagher and the right to express

them. But that realistically is as far as it goes I

would say. And just because you happen to

conjure up with others what’s essentially

a profusion of discordant sounds that

many among the scattered brain, the

tone deaf and their feckless followers asininely regard

as music that in turn and just as unbelievably but

none the less is equally humdrum but all the

same commonplace in the western world

where you specifically come from and

noticeably belong; and furthermore

where the existing value systems,

if in actuality they can be called

such, are so markedly skewed

to express the very least that

berks like you are eagerly

conferred, for lack of a

more suitable term, a

supposed celebrity

status, whatever

in your drug

filled, idiotic

and clearly

demonic

life that

means.

And consequently is blithely embraced and supported

financially by the money hawks who comfortably

make a fortune from this, ensure that you get

your cut although not as substantial as the

one that they award themselves, while

similarly guaranteeing that you toe

their manifestly materialistic line

and are fully onboard the rolling bandwagon

that they most graspingly, gleefully, quite

contentedly and rather advantageously

jump upon; so what is it then to the

likes of you Noel Gallagher who

is barely literate, substantially

ill-informed in almost everything that is genuinely

of any meaningful value or is of fundamental

and lasting importance to the overall and

deserving improvement of the society

which you’re in and, in my honest

opinion, that you overtly infest

with your puerile and lowlife

attitude, based on the quite

stupid conception of me,

myself and I generally,

and callously in this

progression to hell

with all the rest!

© Stanley V. Collymore

11 January 2016.

Author’s Thoughts:

As I openly and honestly expressed in my preceding poem anyone living in a purported and contemporary democratic society that works, whether in essence realistically and impartially or more likely than not is vaingloriously, utterly subjectively and even prescriptively, perniciously and self-servingly manipulated by those who effectively control the levers of power and influence to promote and substantially further their own selfish and conceited advantages and ambitions.

Then additionally use their dim-witted, intellectually challenged, lunatic fringe, lowlife morons; class-fixated, obsessional social climbing and purblind Useful Idiots to toadying do their dishonest and assiduously contrived propagandistic bidding, notwithstanding all that has been previously said, have a lawful and constitutional right to freedom of expression regardless of how asinine, ill-conceived and utterly worthless that opinion, whether unlikely self-generated or more commonly dictated by others, actually is.

Noel Gallagher, in my honest and conscientiously considered opinion, substantially and inveterately ticks all those derogatory boxes earlier delineated; the definitive lowlife pillock in my view too simple-minded to even discern the rank stupidity of his ways, ludicrously assuming that the acquisition of money by any means is somehow a requisite correlation to intellect, integrity, wisdom or sophistication; attributes that evidently he doesn’t have or is ever likely to acquire. So let me directly and most unequivocally tell you Mr crack-head there is no correlation whatsoever between money and these worthwhile values and qualities; and there never will be!

And how very ironic too that someone so palpably of Irish extraction: the perennially English created colonials of the British Isles; the substantially Barbadozed indentured servants and white slaves, again by the English, to Barbados and subsequently other English controlled colonies in the Caribbean as slave labour, and all this long before Australia was known of by white Caucasians but would itself later become a systematic dumping ground  for customarily perceived by the same English ruling classes as Celtic lowlife, whores and endemic criminals.

And as if that of itself wasn’t enough in terms of mental and physical degradation of the Irish to go on with, there was the additional and calculatedly engineered and highly detrimentally executed Irish famine by the English that saw scores of thousands of Irish men, women, children, the elderly and the disabled literally starve to death, forcibly displaced from their traditional homes and with numerous others compelled out of sheer necessity and desperation to permanently forsake their island home as refugees and seek sanctuary across the Atlantic in North America; a collection of deliberately imposed activities that had a massive and devastating effect demographically as well as in a multiplicity of other ways on the entire population of Ireland.

But despite all that and much more besides in terms of the routine abasement that was premeditatedly and indifferently meted out unjustly to the Irish people over centuries and by the same English barbarians across several generations, the world generally and the British specially are in 2016 incredibly presented with the odious spectacle of a benighted and thoroughly debauched mother-fucker like you Noel Gallagher siding obsequiously with the same English types that consistently fucked up the daily lives and general existence, and whose consequences are still felt to this day, of the Irish nation – your people let’s not forget – in every conceivable way that they possibly could. And left entirely to the whims and savagery of this current lot of avariciously exploitative, Fascist, Nazi and privileged English dunderheads presently running Britain and their collaborative coterie of Yiddish and Wahabi paymasters would emphatically and happily between them turn most of Britain outside their elite communities into a permanent wasteland of intentionally shattered ambitions for everyone else and totally devoid of even the most basic elements of humanitarian egalitarianism.

But that’s not how a social climbing, one-upmanship and lowlife ratbag like yourself Noel Gallagher sees it do you? Risibly ensconced on your make-believe charger and taking an infantile and cheap shot at Jeremy Corbyn, who as a conscionable, intelligent and thoroughly compassionate human being is millions of light years distanced from the barbaric Neanderthal that you are; and the sole political leader in Britain who’s really capable of genuinely changing things in a demonstrably positive and constructive way and thus make this here United Kingdom infinitely better for all of us, and not just the privileged few as is the current practice with the present British regime, and has been so all along with all preceding and consecutive ones.

Jeremy Corbyn is verbally condemned by you as a communist without you providing any proof to support or substantiate your bizarre and unfounded assertion, and what he’s doing is communism, which you state you hate but de facto you have no problem with austerity which evidently you love and has caused and is continuing to cause more misery in Britain for average British families per se, not the privileged rich or wealthy pop stars, than communism that has never had even a toe hold in the UK has done or is ever likely to. So you’re talking through your ass quite frankly Noel Gallagher! Additionally you affirm that you find Tony Blair: a mass murderer and perpetrator of heinous war crimes and crimes against humanity “amazing”; your word Noel Gallagher!

Two things to remember Noel Gallagher; in relation to your sick admiration of Tony Blair you’re obviously and unsurprising, as far as I’m concerned, not the full shilling. As for Jeremy Corbyn and communism I personally and quite seriously don’t think that you could spell “communism” unaided and off the top of your head even to save your bloody pathetic life let alone know what it actually means or represents as a political or social concept (getting too complex for you boy?); and is just an incomprehensible sound byte in your social climbing antics, which you feel you must mouth off for effect and in the process hopefully garner some attention seeking media publicity for yourself. But now that you’ve been exposed for what you really are Noel Gallagher – a considerable loathsome jerk by any objective analysis – why don’t you simply crawl back into the stinking sewer where you emerged from and candidly would be much better of there? Or simply do the sane, intelligent and sensible among us out here a great big favour and just drop dead! The world at large will still carry on without your presence I assure you and that includes Britain too, and on the positive side there’d be one less lowlife scum in our midst to have to put up with!

As for those in their delusional and grandstanding fantasies who think that their puerile temper tantrums in quitting Jeremy Corbyn’s Shadow Cabinet where they should never have been in the first place, the more of them leaving the better I say and for obvious reasons. And it emphatically reminds me of my outstanding social, educational and hygienic Barbadian upbringing; the latter, and for the purposes of this story, ensuring that from birth really, and throughout my entire life when I effectively as was expected personally took over such matters for myself, I was rather persuasively encouraged on a daily basis to always have regular and thorough bowel movements. And although in my family we always ate well, when I went to the loo to permanently discharge the waste in my guts from these sumptuous and discernibly appetizing eating habits, I didn’t at any time experience or express to myself any regret towards or felt any empathy with the pooh I was discharging into the lavatory bowl even though it was once a part of or, more fittingly, was located inside me and had stem from the many Barbadian delicacies that I relished and had most enjoyably eaten.

For what I now saw in that lavatory bowl had no bearing whatsoever to the former things that I’d gladly placed in my mouth at meal time and had gladly eaten. Therefore, my sentiments are precisely the same in regard to the turds in the parliamentary Labour Party generally and those loathsome treacherous members, past and present, of Jeremy Corbyn’s Shadow Cabinet specifically. So do resign to your heart’s content, you useless shit-heads, is my considered advice. And good riddance! I shan’t mourn your passing, Freudian slip, any more than I do when I flush the loo and send my shit on its way to the sewerage farm!

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Pertinent questions to the venal snouts in the trough British politicians

By Stanley Collymore

Self-serving and utterly conceited with it! That’s your

uniformed approach to life specifically, everything

associated with it, and all else that one can clearly

and conceivably think of. Consequently, your

views and those of others that likemindedly

share the same biased, ill-informed and

arrogant opinions which you hold dear, self-centredly

subscribe to, witlessly champion and egotistically

cling to at all costs, must by your undoubtedly

perverted thinking, automatically, lastingly

and obsessively command the greatest,

most extreme, unconcealed support

and respect that is itself coupled

with a distinctly rapt attention

to everything that you and

they say, and then quite

purposely and rather

one-sidedly always

take to greedily

addressing in

every way!

And crucially it’s also relevant to say that in no

way are any valid or convincing explanations

ever advanced by you as to why that ought

to be the case; the only mention to any

of this being that it’s your individual

story, your totally warped theories

and thus essentially constituting

the hardcore Lib-Dems, Labtories or full-blooded

Tory Nazis and grasping, self-centred fascists

that you manifestly are; and as such you’re

therefore quite entitled in your markedly

perverse attitude to politics and all else

for that matter, and this powerfully

conjoined with your astonishing

hubris persistently, explicitly

and publicly displayed, as

well as your twisted antithesis to everything you

subjectively disparage or abhor don’t render it

either imperative to consider or desirable of

your perceived precious time to graciously

exemplify any clarification whatever of

what definitely it is that you are doing

or, furthermore, specifically why in

your narcissistic intolerance you

find it so absolutely necessary

to intentionally inflict such

premeditated austerity in

cooperation with what’s

evidently a protracted,

unwarranted misery

and dire poverty on

average members

of the indulgent

UK community!

© Stanley V. Collymore

8 January 2016.

Author’s Remarks:

This poem is affectionately dedicated to my personal inspirational British politician Jeremy Corbyn the democratically elected, and by a massive majority, incumbent leader of the British Labour Party - and a timely up yours from me reminder to all those either too stupid to accept that fact or are so full of themselves and living in their delusional world of make belief they’re unmistakably aren’t in the same rational world that the rest of us sane Homo sapiens inhabit; a political party, the Labour Party that I’ve always steadfastly supported, though not most of its previous leaders, cabinet members nor governments. And on the topical issue of Jeremy’s quite recent shadow cabinet reshuffle if hypothetically that task had be left entirely up to me I would have wielded the axe much more widely, purposefully and viciously and quietly literally across their collective necks.

But then we all don’t, and that includes me, have the same indisputable and laudable tolerance level and penchant for forgiveness that Jeremy Corbyn evidently has. What a terrible shame though that undemocratic and barbaric Bantu Saudi that these purblind House of Commons pillocks, masquerading as MPs, and who graspingly and avidly bend over backwards, their usual thing really, to support this Persian Gulf obscenity laughably portraying itself as a “state” can do that sort of thing; quite cavalierly and noticeably indifferently lop off multiple heads at will and in a single day and with supportive impunity from the west, including those aforementioned jerks infesting the House of Commons, and a purported democratic Britain, if only for the sheer hell of it, can’t do the same with our odious and genuine political felons. Not fair is it! (Laugh).

Seriously though, never mind Jeremy your supporters like me are staunchly behind you all the way. And as a comforting thought and note of reassurance the Pharisees and the Sadducees of his time, and the feckless Westminster Bubble and privileged elite who are our contemporary equivalent, neither understood nor tolerated Jesus Christ for who or what he was or even what he was all about, just as our contemporary clique of corresponding, self-serving and avaricious Pharisees and Sadducees obviously don’t with you Jeremy. But we out here don’t worry about that and why should we? After all you’re in excellent company; as Jesus Christ’s message still prevails to this day, well over two millennia since he was physically on this same planet which we call Earth!

And Messiahs most categorically don’t only have to be religious. They can be political as well. Now let them think on that!

Death the definitive arbiter of man’s conceit!



By Stanley Collymore

Death has its own characteristic methods and distinctive

means of doing things and achieving whatever it wants,

and simply doesn’t care whether or not its specifically

targeted acquisitions, mutually or else unilaterally

acquired, actually pleases anyone or, more likely

than not, doesn’t. So it’s utterly pointless then

for any one either to waste time obsessively

conjecturing about the inevitable, stupidly

assume they can indefinitely postpone

the inescapable or, for that matter, deem they’re capable

of successfully challenging the unavoidable. Yet the

inevitability of these indisputable truths constantly

fails to register with the coterie of obsessively

grasping, persistently warmongering and the

purblind, lunatic well-heeled class; their

similarly greedy, likeminded, wholly

uncontrolled, unconscionable and

biddable surrogates ceaselessly

ready and willing not only to

indulge but also fervently

implement every aspect

of their demonstrably

odious shenanigans

and the dishonest

artifices which

they forever

safeguard

in mind.

And all this reinforced by the pathetic and toadying actions

of the dim-witted, thoroughly indoctrinated, absolutely

class conscious subjugated, aspirant social climbing

and easily manipulated Plebeian masses, and all of

whom are conjoined in a self-delusional pact that

is patently oblivious to the fact that none of this

either makes any sense whatsoever to rational

human beings, or more profoundly in this

ludicrous equation that’s being proffered

that the Grim Reaper whose call it is and always was

doesn’t really give a toss what any of these utterly

self-delusional berks are up to when he regards

the time is appropriate to act; and significantly

is also totally aware, even if they aren’t, that

there’s absolutely nothing any of them or

the wealth which they’ve vaingloriously

accumulated can do –in terms that are

either clearly implausibly concrete

or plausibly negligible – to stave

off in any conceivable manner

what incontrovertibly will be

for each and every one of

them, and noticeably so,

the closing chapter and,

moreover, a manifestly

for all those involved

in this rather odious

and grasping trend

an ineluctable and

most proper end!

© Stanley V. Collymore

5 January 2016.

Author’s Remarks:

Man’s inhumanity to man is ever prevalent on a daily basis and money compounded by the obsessive pursuit of it at any cost and no matter who is dismissively and uncaringly trampled over in the process to acquire it and regardless of the means employed to get it, or how many will go hungry, homeless, be abandoned or actually die in self-serving and wholly unwarranted wars to satisfy the incessant avarice of those for whom it’s not only their sole raison d’être for existing but also their omnipotent god and just goes to show how deep the abyss of depravity is that now enfolds so many of human kind.

And who in their grotesque and obsessive greed noticeably and unfalteringly conjoined with their purblind stupidity and a shocking proclivity for ceaselessly repeating the same mistakes render them to be nothing more than brainless automatons that don’t seem to have even grasped the idea that for all their nefarious schemes and intrigues they’ve no choice but to exit this world, when the Grim Reaper dispassionately uses his scythe to effectively mow them down, as they initially arrived in it. In other words, with absolutely nothing; for not an iota of what they spent their pathetic lives cruelly and graspingly garnering, to the gross disadvantage of others, can they take with them; and all dead bodies whether of the poor or the rich, unless cremated, ultimately rot and smell the same. Worth thinking about!