ENGLISH MAGISTRATES REVISITED

By Stanley Collymore

Adopting what was essentially victor’s justice although it was largely the altruistic and courageous battlefield endeavours of the volunteer armed forces of its non-white Empire, the military prowess of Russia and rather belatedly the efforts, post Pearl harbour, of the United States of America that saved its bacon in World War II, Britain nevertheless with quite breathtaking chutzpah and glaring hypocrisy, considering the disreputable and more often than not barbaric role it routinely carried out in its colonies during the control of its global empire, decided to wreak its imperial vengeance on vanquished, Nazi Germany and humiliatingly rub that country’s nose in the proverbial shit by instituting the new and expedient concept of crimes against humanity at the Nuremburg Trials, and of which collective punishment is one of them.

Crimes moreover that at Britain’s insistence have since been stringently codified into international law; comprise an integral part of the Geneva Conventions and the United Nations Charter, and to which Britain and the majority of the real international community are signatories; and additionally have become the universal norm by which countries, their administrations and also their civic and legal establishments are globally judged.

How very ironic then that this chutzpah on the part of Britain, a word borrowed from the Yiddish language of those whom the conscionable world very selflessly and collectively saved from fascist and Nazi extermination but who now have no problem whatsoever and even sickeningly with the extensive blessing of and complete immunity from being brought to book for their numerous and odious crimes against humanity by those who once planned and administered their annihilation in Europe-wide death camps, assiduously try to do the same to the Palestinian people whose country they stole  and arrogantly occupy.

And as if that isn’t noxious enough for them have for decades now as well compulsorily or without their knowledge or consent been carrying out widespread eugenic practices on Falasha Ethiopian Jewish women, whose people ethnically and of course religiously constitute the oldest established and ongoing Jewish sect in the world, in order to prevent them from procreating and so effectively eradicate their people from the face of the earth; an exercise than has seen a 35% compulsory drop in the birth rate of Falasha women living in Israel.

The same Falashas incidentally that the European-imposed, illegitimate, apartheid and racist entity called Israel knowing of the Biblical, deep-rooted and unbroken connection that these people have with Judaism  and cynically capitalizing on this to corruptly give some credibility to the certifiable claim that European Jews are neither Semites nor do they in reality have any cultural or biological link to Palestine, and risibly aren’t the alleged lost tribe of Israel as these European interlopers and their regimes ludicrously, self-servingly and venally post 1945  and Germany’s massive reparation payouts to them: the foremost but not by any means the only reason for their well-orchestrated and successful scam, keep telling a European-holocaust and penitently guilt-ridden but nevertheless Caucasian dominated world that accedes to their every wish  that they are, spirited out of Ethiopia to dishonestly give the impression that Israel is an authentic Jewish homeland.

Something that emphatically it isn’t; but rather is nothing less than a white man’s colony implanted in the most arbitrary and cold-blooded manner in the Middle East for nefarious purposes, and with the full support of the Caucasian west and Russia that collaboratively have packed off thousands of their own Jewish citizens there whom they basically don’t want, with their track record of pogroms and the like towards these people and essentially really dislike, to live in their own countries.

Which brings me foursquare to Britain that through its Balfour Declaration gave the green light for the conception of Israel and whose contemporary Colonel Blimps with their unshakable admiration for and approval of Israel’s Nazi eugenics programme and collective punishment of its minorities are well represented throughout our legal institutions from our obsequious magistrates right up to the highest levels of our esteemed judiciary; and is a creeping cancer that must be expunged by any appropriate means from the body politic of England.

ENGLISH MAGISTRATES

REVISITED

You talk often and barefacedly enough about

truth, freedom and the execution of justice

but your words are both meaningless

and cheap, as there’s no substance,

whatsoever, in what you say

as regards to any of these;

for you’re still the instinctive

and ever accommodating rubber stamps of the

Crown Prosecution Service and a crooked and

out-of-control police force whose very name

once emblazened your courts; and where,

despite the cosmetic name change, the

debased mentality and corruption

between the three of you

stay solidly the same.

Yes! You are the

shameless sycophants who,

without a scrap of honesty

or morality to even superficially

penetrate your endemic mediocrity,

masquerade as an unbiased judiciary

yet have no awareness, that can be readily

discerned by anyone, of what either of these

two concepts in reality symbolize or in effect

truly mean when everything is said and done.

Hence, no independent spirit –

provided, of course, you were ever

capable of such –

will ever be allowed to revoke your

remit decreed by others: orders to

which you clearly attach so much;

let alone deliberately undermine

what you regularly, fraudulently

and malevolently pass off

as objective scrutiny

in your hostile and

kangaroo-style

deliberations

regarding those hapless men and women

whose status, and even their right to life,

you daily challenge and arrogantly see

as vastly inferior to your own.

So why, given the nature and levels of dishonesty

so all pervasive within the English magistracy,

are you so surprised that I’m not taken in

by the machinations of what I clearly see as

unelected and unaccountable charlatans:

a situation where nepotism, privilege, secrecy

and the rapidly spreading cancer of freemasonry

are entirely out of control and, quite frankly

it must be said, have permanently killed

off unhappily whatever notions still

remained of justice for everyone

in England stone cold dead?

But you don’t care do you? As everything is just

absolutely right for you, your family members,

close friends and even your work colleagues too.

For taking a leaf out of your blood-related,

Israeli-Zionists playbook, you too are on

a zealous mission to arbitrarily change

how England too ultimately looks.

Creating a country if not

exactly as white as the

driven snow is none

the less one where

the practices of

eugenics and white supremacy, ably

assisted, of course, by stitched up

and imposed criminality, would

with your obliging assistance

and public facade of legality

become wide-ranging acts

of general normalcy!

Where’s the gratitude then to those, one

can rightfully ask, without whom you

wouldn’t be here to enjoy the life

style or the privilege, which

instinctively you assume is

your lawful birthright?

Or is power, control and the

colour of your skin much more

important than justice, morality or

simply from within doing what every

conscionable person in his or her heart

knows to be the right thing? Something that

quite apparently you failed to have understood

isn’t only deleterious in the long run to everyone

but also bodes ill for England’s future good. For

when everything is said and done, humanity

and life itself encompass much more

than being white and Caucasian!

ã Stanley V. Collymore

31 January 2013.

THE BLOODY CHEEK OF IT ALL!

By Stanley Collymore

There’s a psychological condition called Stockholm Syndrome where the victims of abuse, which is usually quite serious, severe and sustained and can include acts of torture and kidnapping, often and rather incomprehensibly to intelligent minds identify as well as closely come to empathize with their abusers. This condition now appears to be rife among just as it likewise afflicts large swathes of the British and American populace that seems to revel in it.

For why else would they masochistically tolerate to the extent they do and even injudiciously invite into their lives the calculated and systematic abuse of all kinds routinely meted out to them by their elected representatives and publicly remunerated officials, actions that are intentionally carried out at the behest of the ever increasingly powerful and influential Czars of the multinational corporations, big businesses generally, the banks and the military industrial complex that these immensely corrupt and venal public and parliamentary figures readily genuflect to?

Proving most conclusively, I think, that these electorates on both sides of the Atlantic justly deserve the governments that they either rather selfishly or more likely stupidly or ill-informed voted for and therefore are wholly undeserving, from any conceivable rational perspective that is, of any sympathy or understanding for the persistent abuse that they obviously court and as a result ultimately get from those whom they elect to public offices.

Britain like many other allegedly developed countries is going through a severe period of austerity and the reasons are quite well known to anyone with a functioning brain in his or her head or who hasn’t recently migrated here from some planet located in the far-reaches of the universe.

Most of that austerity and the purported though I prefer to call them disingenuous measures to curb it have predictably fallen on the poor, the disadvantaged, the elderly, benefit recipients, the low paid, out of work, single parents and everyone else come to that apart from the rich, the privileged and the well-heeled, who conversely are doing quite well out of it as a matter of fact.

A situation which has seen our elderly dying in their homes from the freezing cold because they simply can’t afford the ever increasing and extravagant cost of heating them; mothers having to choose between paying their bills and feeding their children; and where even in some instances are severely tempted and actually succumb to shoplifting in order to do so but when caught committing this crime forced on them through necessity are increasingly discovering the praiseworthy altruism of some of our policemen and women, who instead of charging them take them instead to charitable food banks where they can get the basics to stop their children from starving in 21^st Century Britain.

Food banks that regrettably are becoming vitally essential in a country that ranks among the world’s 5th richest, although you wouldn’t know that; for so totally inequitable is wealth distribution within the United Kingdom. Against that backdrop there are bright students who can’t go to university and hopefully improve their life’s chances even though they’re well qualified to do so, simply because they can’t afford the exorbitant and escalating tuition fees that are now commonplace.

While those at the very bottom of our socio-economic ladder increasingly observe with dismay their lawful entitlements to benefits, state pensions and the like, and their only means of survival vastly curtailed. And who by? Our elected and snouts in the troughs MPs. Who not counting the expenses they claim, whether genuinely or more commonly as is the case fraudulently so, and while preaching austerity to the rest of us that they don’t see is relevant to themselves already get a salary in excess of £65,000 Pounds Sterling.

Then on top of that can, and very often do, take on other highly paid jobs as so-called consultants and the like within the private sector; many of these lucrative positions being in reality nothing more than sinecures to buy their influence as legislators and which many of our MPs have no compunction at all in venally flogging to the highest bidders.

Yet these are the very same people who want to award themselves a whopping 32% pay rise, which they’re perfectly entitled to do, and are the only employees I know of that can do this, on the rather ludicrous assumption that the £65,000 Pounds plus basic salary they get is not enough and they can’t manage on it.

How bloody greedy and totally insensitive, particularly at this time of austerity and also bearing in mind that the mess we’re in is largely their incompetent fault, can one get; I ask you? What planet are these people living on from the rest of us?

So try explaining that, you bunch of dishonourable nerds and a far cry from the “honourable” epithet that in your self-adulatory manner you routinely and quite nauseatingly pat yourselves on the back with during your puerile House of Commons charade, to the elderly dying of cold; the mother who can’t afford to feed her kids and pay her household bills at the same time; the unemployed forced to languish on benefits and viciously vilified as scroungers, or the millions of other Britons in low paid or extremely insecure jobs and very much at the vagaries of well-known and even long established firms that are closing because of the recession or moving abroad to minimize their chances of also going bust.

Decent and industrious householders who increasingly are finding it difficult to make ends meet and are more and more asking themselves why they alone must make sacrifices, highly questionably and supposedly for the benefit of the country, while avaricious cheats and snouts-in-the-troughs villains like you their elected parliamentary representatives, who like rapacious locusts infest our parliament, see yourselves as deserving to be treated differently.

For where Honourable Members of Parliament (I most certainly don’t think!) does venal and corrupt self-interest end and service to your respective constituents who elected you to work on their behalf specifically and that of the good of our country in general begin?

Finally I’d like to say to Barack Obama butt out of the UK’s domestic affairs! Whether we decide to stay in the EU or leave it through a domestic referendum is none of your bloody business or that of Americans per se. That’s our decision alone to make!

You won’t tolerate for a solitary moment such unwarranted interference in your country’s domestic affairs nor would any other American either so stay out of ours; even though the lot of you through the actions of our subservient and biddable legislators here in the United Kingdom, who’ve pushed their respective heads so far up your collective US asses that one can unmistakably detect the shit on their ankles, have arrogantly come to think that Britain is the 51^st state of your union.

We’re not!

And unless or until we vote to do so, please attend to the myriad of things that you can otherwise be constructively doing in the USA, like closing down your barbaric gulag at Guantanamo Bay; reining in your idiotic gun culture; indulging in your puerile, aberrantly obsessive and ludicrously pathetic macho drone savagery; needlessly attacking and invading other peoples’ countries and acquisitively plundering their natural resources; giving free comprehensive or at least decent healthcare to the in excess of 36 millions of your fellow Americans that like the rest of us are living in the 21^st Century but additionally in what’s supposedly the world’s richest and most powerful country are nevertheless without such basic medical provisions.

Barbados, Cuba and Venezuela successfully manage to universally give free and comprehensive medical care from the cradle to the grave to their citizens, don’t see any problem with that and what is more and aren’t anywhere near as affluent as the United States is. So why is that Barack Obama? I’ll tell you! It’s because the governments in these countries put the interests of their population far ahead of those of the big-money vested interests, fraudulent banks; the military industrial complex, manipulative lobbyists, corrupt and extremely acquisitive so-called legislators that routinely look out only for number one, namely themselves, and pusillanimous or even corrupt presidents that go along with the system because they too couldn’t give a darn about the ordinary man or woman on the street except to exploit them for their own political gain, as you’ve done Barack.

And you want to know something else Barack; Barbados, Cuba and Venezuela are in actuality light years ahead of your own country, the United States of America both in terms of their morality and maturity.

So from someone that passionately and committedly campaigned for you during your first bid to be President of the United States of America but quickly became disappointed with and disillusioned by you as you’re much worse than George W. Bush and Dick Cheney combined ever were, and who I wouldn’t piss on if you were on fire and that was the sole emergency measure to extinguish that fire, please do me a great big favour: screw up the United States as much as you like; people like me have long stopped caring what goes on there anyway, but leave Britain alone.

We’ve already got enough lousy politicians of our own in the UK without us countenancing a bloody foreigner sticking his unwanted oar in, no matter how impregnable he thinks that he or his country is. For the way I see it Barack you haven’t anything positive to say on anything.

The European Union was a brilliant idea and one which from the very outset I fully welcomed and supported, since the opportunity now provided for us or our mainland equivalents to freely and quite unhindered by national red tape take our skills and abilities that might be in abundance in our own countries but were nevertheless in short supply elsewhere across the EU appealed considerably to me and was something that I made the most of; and there were many other benefits to be derived as well from being in the European Union.

However, rather than build on these positive elements and constructively move forward the EU has instead become a bureaucratic nightmare and an enormously corruptive influence on the lives of the vast majority of ordinary Europeans and that includes us Britons. Yes we do periodically elect MEPs that are supposed to look after our general interests, but they predictably like their counterparts in the respective national parliaments, and particularly so in the UK, have for the most part become snouts in the troughs with one principal and uncompromising objective, to feather their own financial nests at any costs. And they’ve developed their thievery and corruption to such a degree that the EU hasn’t been able to sign off its accounts for in excess of a decade now because no firm of accountants, and that even includes the dodgy ones who evidently are likewise of the view as are the decent ones that they have a reputation to protect, would touch them with a barge pole.

So the European Parliament doesn’t really have any clout and quite frankly couldn’t care less about that just so long as the dosh keeps rolling in to its members’ bank accounts. Consequently it’s really, this EU charade, the plaything of the unelected, mysteriously appointed and unaccountable European Commission of bureaucratic, highly incompetent, corrupt, imperialistically minded and venal control freaks, who obediently take their orders from the United States and since the countries they originate from are all part of the North Atlantic Terrorist Organization, aka NATO, which they’re commitedly signed up to, use that terrorist entity to routinely bludgeon those countries, invariably in the global south that refuse to bend to their coercive will, preferring instead to exercise their own independence and sovereign integrity, and whose natural resources these Caucasian Crusaders have covetously set their eyes on and as its their customary wont have no compunction whatsoever in taking by force.

Therefore one can clearly see where Barack Obama is odiously coming from. For a Britain willing to exercise its own independence and not be a part any longer of what’s evidently become a glaring and useless charade for the most part could effectively put a spoke in the US’s wheel and even give other Europeans food for thought and a spur to do the same. So like all dishonest US Presidents he wheels out the so-called special relationship which only a total nerd or a completely idiotic sycophant of the highest order actually thinks exists between the United States and Britain; for there’s no such special relationship. And what relationship there is, is akin to that of an overbearing boss who has a biddable secretary working for him, who habitually pulls down his trousers when he wants her to suck or toss him off as he sits in his plush, office armchair and she gets down on the floor on bended knees to do whatever he demands of her. The sort of thing that some US Presidents are also known to have done!

And it doesn’t take a genius to work out what Britain’s role is in this largely one-sided relationship it presently participates in with the United States of America. Quite intimate and evidently predatorily opportunistic at the behest of the latter when it desires to be indulged certainly; but hardly what one might deem to be a respectful or caring association by any sort of a realistic definition of that word.

When I served in the Royal Air Force I was told that I could openly speak my mind to any of my senior officers including the Air Chief Marshall if I wanted to and what’s more could in the process be as forthright and downright insulting to any of them as I wished so long as I suffixed my insults with the word “Sir.” I think it’s the same in the US military.

But like all armchair generals or Commanders-in-Chief who’ve never worn their country’s uniform for real or in combat, you being one of them Barack, that’s why they’re so bloody enthusiastic about fighting your senseless wars and so readily disposed to defending your twisted patriotism to the last drop of somebody else’s blood, as it’s all just a bloody Play Station type, computer game to the likes of you anyway, since the actual fighting and the horrors of war is something which you and your ilk make quite certain that you, your families and friends never have to personally face. And therefore a situation you wouldn’t know anything about let alone be able to sensibly appreciate, however macho sounding you appear to be before the TV cameras.

So to facilitate keeping the office of our Director of Public Prosecutions here in England sweet and not gratuitously break any of its obscenity rules while simultaneously being absolutely faithful to my former Grammar School English Master: the late, great and much esteemed Dr. Kenneth Doughlin, who conscientiously drilled it into my fellow students and me that “there’s no such thing as good or bad English just appropriate and inappropriate English”, citing his famous examples of two instances of inappropriate English which I’ll use here.

He pointed out that one wouldn’t respectfully, or sensibly for that matter, employ four letter words or other strong expletives while giving a speech of celebration at the wedding anniversary reception in honour of their parents as such an act would be most inappropriate. Just as inappropriate he said would be the case of someone doing a spot of DIY (Do It Yourself) at home and while in the process of hammering a nail into a piece of wood inadvertently misses the intended nail and most regrettably for that individual brings the hammer heavily down and most excruciatingly so on one or more digits of the hand that is holding the nail and alas receives the blow.

“I must tell you,” he emphasized, “it’ll be English of the most inappropriate kind if that person were to react by saying, oh dear me what a silly thing I’ve done!”

We all quite humorously but educationally got the picture and I’ve personally inculcated a great deal of this academically brilliant and clever man’s academic practices, techniques and perspective on life into my own teaching, journalistic and writing careers. So with that very uppermost in my mind as I scrupulously apply the customary code of ethics applicable as per my RAF days to a Commander-in-Chief, although you’re not a British one Barack, and besides I’m no longer a serving member of our Armed Forces, I’ll nevertheless say to you, as I’m absolutely sure Dr. Kenneth Doughlin would have approved in this particular context of my appropriate use of the English Language that we both loved immensely: “Fuck off Mr President, Sir! And in doing so kindly ask you to remember that Britain is a sovereign country; and crucially that’s how most Brits like me prefer it to be and want it to stay.”

ENGLISH MAGISTRATES

By Stanley Collymore

The magistrature system of dealing with civil and criminal cases and dispensing judgment in relation to them has been a feature of English life for generations and was even exported to many parts of the former British Empire. But while it has usefully evolved overseas in those countries that still use it in England it has significantly become infirm, corrupt, biddable and self-serving; unaccountable to and completely unrepresentative of the general population; elitist, out of touch with ordinary people, and totally unfit for purpose in 21^st Century and multicultural England. As such radical and wholesale reform of the English magistracy is desperately needed if it’s to have any meaningful or constructive impact on the lives of most of us; those who either care or are intelligent that is!

The knee-jerk response coupled with the complete capitulation to political and media pressure, hardly objective criteria in themselves, in response to the 2011 English riots; the mockery of justice in the John terry trial, and numerous other glaring examples of the abuse of power liberally laced with rank incompetence by the English magistracy comprehensively demonstrate the unfitness for purpose of this unelected, unaccountable, secretly selected, elitist, unrepresentative of the ordinary citizens of our country, Colonel Blimp mindset, biddable to power and influence and therefore highly susceptible to rendering verdicts that are neither commonsensical, logical in their conclusion nor impartially arrived at.

Where the influence of secret, medievally-ritualistic, risible to the consciousness of the common man or woman but all the same highly pernicious and additionally intensely and voluntarily involved with furtive sects like the freemasons that the vast majority of these pseudo-judicial clones belong to, is a rite of passage to their selection as magistrates, and accordingly is an endemic and corrosive force in practically everything that subsequently occurs in the aftermath of these appointments.

Factors which are acutely compounded by a decidedly arrogant egotism concomitant with a vigorous disdain for those, other than the well-heeled or privileged and of course themselves, who have the misfortune to appear before them, conclusively points to and illuminatingly highlights a situation that frankly is well past its normal shelf-life, and where wholesale and drastic reform of the English magistracy is not only long overdue but also desperately needed.

It’s not enough, and furthermore is grossly inexcusable and even quite damnable in my opinion, for apologists of the system to hide behind the façade of tradition and claim that the English magistracy has been a part of our judicial system now for generations and even centuries; and being English and fond of our traditions as we’re wont to, however useless or rather meaningless these really are in the modern world that we live in, deluding ourselves in the process that they characteristically define us as who we are and therefore we must permanently hallow and respect them come what may, cuts no ice with me. Since I totally disagree with that obtuse and unconvincing argument, if one could deign to dignify it with such an appellation that is; and here’s partly why.

It was once considered as quintessentially English for every Lord of an English Manor to undeniably have the unchallengeable right after, and I do literally mean immediately on the conclusion of every wedding ceremony of those who were directly associated with his manorial estate, to have the new bride, whether she was a virgin or not and obviously prior to any post-marital conjugal intercourse that she and her lawful husband intended to embark upon, summarily brought to his stately home on that particular estate.

Where, whether the new bride in question privately wanted to be there or not and in particular of the circumstances that she was summoned to be there, she nevertheless had to be; but once there had to uncomplainingly surrender to every sexual advance or request that the Lord of the Manor demanded of her and with whom she wasn’t only obliged to spend her entire wedding night as well as the onset of what was effectively her honeymoon but was also expected to say with her manorial master, who invariably was married himself and had a family of his own, for as long as he desired her company and by whom, most predictably, she was usually impregnated by the time that she was allowed to re-establish contact with her husband, and who like all the other husbands before and after him long-sufferingly accepted this fait accompli with absolute resignation since they could do nothing about it.

I’ve no doubts whatsoever that there are still elements in our society today who rue the departure of what they would deem to be the good old days when the toffs ran rampant and the plebs universally knew and kept their place, and if left to them would willingly have such times and all their attendant travesties back in a jiffy. But I can’t realistically imagine in 2013 any self-respecting, contemporary-minded British woman of any social class, or her husband with a similar outlook for that matter, ever countenancing such a state of affairs as the one I earlier described; and furthermore doing so on the misguided, perverse or even the subservient assertion that it was traditionally English and therefore that makes it all right.

Similarly and just as evocatively bear-baiting; the nautical atrocity of walking the plank; routinely burning alleged witches at the stake, or alternatively throwing them trussed up like turkeys ready for the Christmas oven and further weighted down by their plentiful and heavily waterlogged garments into deep lakes, ponds or reservoirs while their accusers and enemies maliciously and expectantly stood guard on the banks of these contrived artifices of death for what was undeniably the inevitable outcome of their devious handiwork.

Then to pronounce their victims innocent if they drowned, which was always largely going to be the case, but compellingly in their warped minds guilty of witchcraft and as such entitled to be ruthlessly subjected to even more brutal torture and eventually execution if in the rarest of cases they survived their attempted drowning ordeal, were likewise classic examples of traditional and quintessentially perceived English forms of societal and, most significantly, judicial conduct. So should we also re-introduce these barbaric practices with their past legislative and judicial legitimacy on the jaundiced basis that they were all at one time or another an integral and traditional part of the social fabric of English society?

Or perhaps we could re-instate the practice of publicly hanging, drawing and quartering those whom we dislike, or enthusiastically take to humiliating them along with selective wrongdoers drawn from among those we contemptuously consider to be what the Nazis referred to as “Die Untermenschen” – which for the benefit of those who don’t know any German translates as “The Undesirables – people we could physically immobilize in outdoor stocks, relatively easy to construct and maintain, whatever the state of our capricious weather and the more adverse that is the better, ideally located in prominent public places for all to see.

And from where in our utter distaste for and total hatred of such people we could be encouraged to, and can accordingly gave full vent, with official impunity to do so, to the worst aspects of our human nature in relation to them. No wouldn’t that be the epitome of good old-fashioned English tradition?

For what it all really boils down to is this, what kind of society do we really want to have and truly aspire to actually achieving? Is it one where a 10 year old black, London schoolboy on his way home during the 2011 English riots, not involved in any conceivable way in what was going on at the time but who accidentally stumbled across a bottle of drinking water whose value was less than a Pound (£1) Sterling presumably dropped earlier, when he wasn’t even in the vicinity of where he found it lying on the street, by apparent looters that he hadn’t seen, didn’t know, or possibly had no empathy with because his crucifiers weren’t interested in this line of enquiry, as the only thing that mattered to them was the colour of his skin and the savage stereotypes they routine and quite condescendingly attach to his blackness.

Picked up this bottle of water, which could have come from anywhere and for all we know probably wasn’t even looted, took it with him and ended up with a swingeing custodial sentence of one year imprisonment; this despite him having an unblemished character and only 10 years old. But it wasn’t just him that the magistrates were having a go at; theirs was collective punishment of Britain’s black community per se, perceived by their sort as not worthy of or having any entitlement to be in Britain, never mind that they were born and raised here or that without the rapacious plunder of the Empire we once had and boasted that the sun never set on concomitant with the savage exploitation of its people, in particular Blacks, and of whom these British Blacks are their unrewarded descendants, the United Kingdom would be nowt!

A mindset not at all removed from that of Zionist-apartheid Israel towards the Palestinians who also recurrently come in for brutal and oppressive collective punishment from this Nazi cancer injected into the Middle East, and the likes of those who hand out prejudicial and barbaric sentences in the UK to under aged black kids who’re yet to reach the age of puberty  fulsomely support and would dearly love to see a full-blown version of this Israeli-Zionist savagery implanted not only in England but also throughout the United Kingdom.

For let’s not forget that the 2011 English riots were most dishonestly denounced and cruelly vilified by politicians, the British media and so-called analysts, all of whom had their own particular agendas to push and personal axes t grind, as the Blackman’s Riot; which putting it mildly, and as objective criteria later proved, was knowingly by these covert as well as unconcealed racists to be a deliberate and barefaced lie, but was nevertheless seized upon by our magistrates to do what they’re quite adept at doing, which is to abolish justice where black victims are concerned.

In marked contrast however a retired British Army major driving down one of our busy motorways and a little worse off for drink missed his designated turn-off point. But instead of driving on to the next motorway exit when he later discovered that he’d done so and exiting there, the n rejoining the stretch of the motorway going in the opposite direction to the one he was on and which would have enabled him to sensibly and practically reach is intended destination as any normal person would do in similar circumstances, this arrogant pillock didn’t she why he should as he had other ideas, like doing a U-turn on the stretch of motorway he was already on and heading back down it in the wrong direction.

And having done that he blithely proceeded at speed to illegally roar down this stretch of motorway against the oncoming traffic lawfully using it as they should but nevertheless having, because of this man’s actions, to make dangerous and even life-threatening manoeuvres to avoid colliding with his car. Go alone knows how this man managed to avoid a dangerous pile up with the most catastrophic consequences for all concerned before he eventually reached the motorway exit he was after and where even then the prospect of a catastrophe loomed.

For we drive on the left in Britain and this man’s turn-off, as was his journey to get there, was a contravention of this and every aspect of the highway code, and furthermore had clearly put at risk traffic rightfully using as an entrance point onto to the motorway what this maniac had disdainfully and quite arbitrarily as well illegally turned into an exit point for himself which it most evidently ought not to have been.

Fortunately someone took his car number and reported the matter to the police who sensibly charged him with reckless driving and the endangerment of life. However at his subsequent court appearance and with him proverbially singing from the same song sheet as the magistrates sitting on the bench and supposedly trying his case, this man waxed lyrically in his affected posh accent about how busy he was; how pressing his engagement was that day and all the other bullshit he could conjure up and knew would be empathetically received and acted upon by these magistrates. However not a word of regret or any apology to those whom he could so easily have killed.

Unsurprisingly, the court case was dismissed by the magistrates and in a manner that no ordinary member of the public would have dared to hope for. But this was by no means merely an aberration by a few out of touch magistrates or even an exception to the unwritten but clearly designated rule of one law for the toffs and another for the plebs, no matter how serious the circumstances or the likely consequences are. As there’ve also been family members of our monarchical household who’ve been courageously charged as well with reckless driving or other offences and have either, without having to make a personal court appearance that the rest of us must do in similar circumstances, and despite the overwhelming evidence of their guilt have similarly had their charges dismissed by magistrates or else have received from the toadies involved nothing more severe than a mild slap on the wrist for what they did.

When tongue-in-cheek I questioned a few police friends of mine why this was so, as I already knew the answer which wasn’t rocket science to decipher by any stretch of the imagination, was candidly told that it was a bad career move in the police force to arrest or charge elements of our privileged society and especially so those linked to our monarchical family with anything, whatever or however serious that offence was, which most of us never get to hear about anyway as it’s always discreetly swept under the carpet and quietly forgotten. And not dissimilar to the situation of the Australian TV news presenter who unblinkingly while on air purposely swallowed a fly that was quite irritatingly bombarding their mouth and carried on reading the news as if nothing had happened, those involved in the professional practice of damage limitation usually get promoted. So why risk all that?

That said elements within the police force are themselves not above reproach; and I’m referring here specifically to the issue of Ian Tomlinson. I shan’t rehash the full story of this man’s untimely death here, the circumstances of which can be readily Google online. Suffice to say that Ian Tomlinson’s killer was a policeman with a far from exemplary attitude to policing those whom he had a duty to protect and was paid to do so and significantly as well a brutal modus operandi to match.

Yet in spite of all this, strenuous efforts were made by his police employers to conceal his previous wrongdoings even to the extent of allowing him to leave the force so he wouldn’t have to face police disciplinary proceedings, then outrageously re-admitting him when a sufficiently convenient period of time had elapsed and public memories it was hopefully expected had either dimmed or completely faded. And which together with the huge body of evidence that had also subsequently emerged and unquestionably showed that Ian Tomlinson was gratuitously murdered didn’t manage to sway those who were judging the man that killed him from their ostensibly premeditated verdict that this killer was innocent of the charges brought against him.

I’m neither naïve nor stupid as to believe that all English magistrates are either symptomatic of what I’ve earlier described in this article or are even remotely tainted by any of it; and not least so because I’ve met, have been befriended by and, significantly, have mutually and freely engaged in detailed conversations with a number of those who aren’t to know differently. But even this small group of dedicated, competent and probity-minded judicial officials readily agree that the system stinks.

Call it tradition or whatever else you like to but the stench is still there and there’s no getting away from that lightly, or should there be. And this is a recognition too by those I’ve spoken to and who like me concur with the appraisal that there’s an overwhelming necessity for change but then demur by saying contradictorily that there’s an omnipresent fear that pervades the psyche of those involved within the system who’d like they say to see change happen, but a fear that has taken a vice-like grip on them, totally paralysing them into a stupefying state of ineffectuality. And furthermore one which compellingly stops them from sticking their heads above the parapet to advance such an endeavour that could credibly heap all manner of retribution upon them. So they back off from doing anything at all, and the system wins each time that they do so.

Notwithstanding that I’m still firmly convinced that adopting such an approach is not only a sign and physical manifestation of inexcusable cowardice but also and rather regrettably quite inappropriately sanctions a green light to a blemished status quo that callously endorses the jailing of a 10 year old, black London schoolboy on a trumped up and ludicrous misdemeanour charge elevated to handling stolen proper, when all that this lad did was to pick up and retain a bottle of drinking water he found discarded on the street on his way home during the 2011 riots.

A jail sentence of one year that was wholly inappropriate to anything that this boy, a mere child, did but was sadistically instituted to gratify the warped prejudices of biased legal enforcement officials and their ilk who conversely think that it’s perfectly in order for someone who thinks as they do to gratuitously and violently kill a totally innocent man, Ian Tomlinson on his way home at the end of his day’s work, doing a low paid but quite honestly engaged in form of employment to feed in these austerity-strapped times  the family he obviously cared about, and who felt the same about him.

This most ironically when so many of our rich and privileged elites or the multinational corporations in whose pockets they firmly ensconce themselves and sycophantically pay obeisance to, make little or no financial contribution to our society or the economy, choosing instead to immorally horde their enormous wealth, irrespective of how or where it was acquired, in offshore tax havens with the full blessing of our governments of all political persuasions and venal parliamentary representatives that are themselves on the take.

The same people that have the temerity and effrontery to blame the poor and disadvantaged among us for their tiresome incompetence and other cock-ups while in the most vitriolic and grandstanding fashion that they can contrive slamming these hapless victims as welfare scroungers, never mind that they created them in the first place; and who they deduce must at all costs be remorselessly reined in and eventually disposed of. A case of reality being trumped by humbug and make belief!

Little wonder then that among those who unthinkingly or else subserviently accept their position as British subjects rather than as equal citizens of our country entitled to the same rights, privileges and dignity as everyone else are increasingly and in the vast majority of cases unknowingly placed on the Pathway of Death because their lives are cold-bloodedly regarded by those who’re playing at being God, callously making decisions of life or death over others and having them implemented, because the lives of those persons who they reject are deemed as no longer productive or the least worthy of preservation, since from the jaundiced perspective of these decision makers their continued existence in this world by such individuals is considered to be completely meaningless. And so in our overtly materialistic world that so many people have incredibly permitted themselves to be seduced by they must be got rid of, if only to re-adjust our financial deficit.

And if among doctors who swear by the Hippocratic Oath to do their utmost to preserve human life, uphold medical ethics and always behave in a way that’s professionally construed to be in the best interests of their patients, corruption of this nature, whether it’s voluntarily or coercively engaged in, is now likely even to the extent of actually becoming commonplace, why shouldn’t others similarly employed in other areas of civil society and who wield power and influence in the bargain not think and act likewise?

Particularly so when they regard themselves as the unassailable guardians of a way of life which the astute among us have long considered to be grossly inequitable and completely outmoded. However, I’m not asking for the wholesale scrapping of the English magistracy; I just want to see it massively reformed to fully reflect the realities of life in the 21^st Century and the sensitivities of multicultural and diverse England; and that includes all of us. That’s what I think; how about you?

And to assist that process perhaps this poem might help.

ENGLISH MAGISTRATES

You talk often about truth,

freedom and the execution of justice,

but your words are both meaningless

and cheap, as there’s no substance,

whatsoever, in what you say

as regards of any of these;

for you’re still the instinctive

and ever accommodating rubber stamps

of the Crown Prosecution Service

and a crooked and out-of-control police force

whose very name once emblazoned your courts:

and where, despite the cosmetic name change,

the debased mentality and corrupt collaboration

between the three of you stay solidly the same.

Yes, you are the

shameless sycophants who,

without a scrap of honesty

or morality to even superficially

penetrate your endemic mediocrity,

masquerade as an unbiased judiciary

yet have no awareness that can readily be

discerned by anyone, of what either of these two

concepts correctly symbolize, or actually mean

in reality.

Hence, no independent spirit –

provided that you were ever capable of such –

will ever be allowed to revoke your remit

decreed by others: orders to which

you clearly attach so much;

let alone deliberately undermine

what you regularly, fraudulently

and malevolently pass off

as objective scrutiny,

in your hostile and kangaroo-style

deliberations

regarding those men and women

whose status, and even their right to life,

you daily challenge, and see as vastly inferior

to your own.

So why, given the nature and levels of dishonesty

so all pervasive within the English magistracy,

are you still surprised I’m not taken in

by the machinations of what I see

as unelected and unaccountable charlatans:

a situation where nepotism, privilege, secrecy

and the rapidly spreading cancer of freemasonry

are totally out of control and, it must be said,

have killed off permanently whatever notions

still remained of justice for everyone

in England, stone cold dead?

© Stanley V. Collymore

1 April 1998.

A Tribute to Karen Clougher

By Stanley Collymore

On Christmas Day I received a phone call from a former student of min, and who for several years since leaving school has become a close friend of mine, wishing me a Happy Christmas and to proudly inform me as well that she was pregnant with her second child.

She and her husband, also a former pupil of mine at the school they both attended and where I was their English Master, already have a gorgeous daughter who is three years old; is as delightful as any adorable child could possibly be, and to whom I was graciously asked by her parents, even before she was born, to be her Godfather, a request I was most delighted to accede to.

During my telephone conversation with both these former students now personal friends of mine, and of course interjected with comments by my God-Daughter, we naturally reminisced over those schooldays of yesteryear, chatted animatedly about classmates who’re now our mutual friends; what everyone involved was currently doing, and generally had a laugh about life, its ups and downs, but specifically concentrated on its positive aspects which was always the significant hallmark of the social and instructive intercourse that existed between my pupils and me. And I’m quite proud to say that I successfully managed to imbue in all of them this specific criterion as was well evidenced in this particular phone call as well as the others I recurrently receive at varying times from others I have taught.

At the conclusion of this invigorating, most pleasant and thoroughly delightfully entertaining phone call I sat down in the enrapturing presence of my other half and decided there and then to do some reminiscing of my own with the added advantage of a practical dimension.

One that entailed the perusing of my personal teaching archives with a focus on the earliest years of my teaching career; and with the enthusiastic support of my other half who became actively involved and was just as impressed by what she saw and read as I still was after all that time, as she didn’t feature in my life then since that occurrence was still several years away from our meeting for the first time ever let alone my getting to know and subsequently becoming involved with her, I did just that.

Together we unearthed a lot of brilliant work created by and engaged in by those distant pupils of mine; all of whom are now I’m delighted to say immeasurably worthy citizens of their respective countries, most notably so in those incredibly challenging early years the United Kingdom, as well as commendable adults by any benchmark that one could reasonably devise, several of them now with families of their own, and each of them making their own invaluable contribution to humanity and life generally, their own accomplishments and those of their families in particular.

And as such it would be a massive understatement on my part to say that I’m immensely proud of all of them, and point out that this citation is as much a tribute to them and their outstanding work at school and on leaving it as it is to the one item that was finally and representatively decided upon. That item is Karen Clougher’s poem “loneliness”, written when she was in the third year at Great Barr Comprehensive Scholl on the outskirts of Birmingham in the English Midlands, and aged 14.

It was unanimously selected by my partner and me because of its compellingly touching, down to earth and straightforward narrative that none the less was coherent, moving and thought-provoking in the manner in which it dealt so persuasively with the subject of loneliness in its most empathetic forms. Significantly too, it intensely reveals a most perceptive insight of life well beyond Karen’s physiological age at the time, as well as displays her adept command of the English language and mastery with words.

There’s much more as her former English Master and class tutor that naturally I could say about Karen Clougher and her excellent poem especially at this Christmastide, but would much prefer in both instances after you’ve read her work to let you be the impartial judge of what I’m presenting you with. Now with my fullest recommendation I heartily present you with the poem “loneliness” by Karen Clougher.

LONELINESS

All about you there are lonely people,

some of whom are wealthy, others poor;

nevertheless, they’re all lonely

whatever background they

come from. Old and young alike

they need your help. And as

inflation attacks, the poor are

the most vulnerable;

the most needy.

Vivid in the minds of the old are scenes

of conflicts fought on behalf of their

country; now they have nothing to

show for their efforts except the

painful memories they hold.

What thanks did they ever get

from you for saving your

country and guaranteeing

you your freedom?

So give generously the next time a charity

association calls, as this is one way of

repaying the old soldiers, their wives

and widows who gave so much

when their services were so

desperately needed. Don’t

turn your back on them or

treat any tramp with

customary disgust.

Chances are their predicament isn’t

their fault and more likely is

probably yours, partly.

© Karen Clougher.

All rights reserved by the authoress and publisher.

HAPPY NEW YEAR AND A MOST REWARDING 2013!

Subjectively, Simple Minds

By Stanley Collymore

Subservience is a state of affairs that can be induced by a variety of circumstances to which those who’re affected by this condition are subjected, but its most invidious and pathetic manifestation is the kind that’s willingly perpetrated on one’s self and enthusiastically engaged in by individuals with an ingrained inferiority complex as regards their so-called hereditary betters, and what’s more deluded into thinking that knowing their place in society is a desirable trait as well as an acceptable form of conduct to be pursued; and Britain regrettably is well stacked with such people.

And so it’s heartening to learn that there’s the unlikelihood, I say unlikelihood as there’s no accounting for the stupidity of sycophants, of any prosecution being brought against Michael Christian and Mel Grieg for their prank lobbed at the King Edward V11 Hospital in London that purportedly led, if we’re to believe those running the show there, their fellow class-ridden toadies at Scotland Yard and among the other sycophants of the outmoded monarchical system that we have in the UK and who unsurprisingly are collectively baying for blood, to the suicide of Jacintha Saldanha.

As I pointed out in my article: “Pranksters, Pillocks and the Privileged” to be found online and particularly on http://www.politicoacademic.blogspot.com, there was never in my view any realistic case to be answered by Michael Christian and Mel Grieg in respect of even minor criminal charges. And what’s more I carefully summarized in that same article the set of specific circumstances under which a prank or hoax call crosses the perceptible bounds of sensible acceptability and becomes a criminal offence; and there was discernibly a marked difference between these two categories in the case of the phone call to the King Edward VII Hospital, since the Australia-originated phone call didn’t in any way or to any rational person not individually bamboozled by intensive media hype or else is instinctively prone to the sort of obsequiousness that’s endemic of our iniquitous, pronounced and class indoctrinated social system in the UK meet the requirements to seriously or honestly be classified as a hoax call in either its specific or general terminology.

Furthermore, I would confidently assert that the number of prank or even malicious hoax calls that occur each day across our green and pleasant land are frequent and abundant, some of them with dire consequences; but we don’t get to hear about them as they’re either never reported nor do the police spend vast amounts of our tax paying, financial resources or their precious time on determining who made them let alone find out the inestimable but private harm they’ve actually caused to those who’ve been the victims of such calls. And besides, in many of these cases the receptionists concerned is as equally innocent as Jacintha Saldanha was, but none of them as far as I know or have heard have ever resorted to taking their life because of the prank or hoax perpetrated against them.

So why is this prank call so different from all the others? And why is it so grotesquely elevated to the level that it has been and treated as something that it most evidently isn’t? Yes, Jacintha Saldanha did take and eventually pass on a phone call that turned out to be a prank. None of us know what was going on in her head when she did so far less why she put that particular phone call through, any more than we can say with absolute certainty why millions of perfectly sane and highly responsible receptionists throughout the country do on a regular basis exactly what Jacintha Saldanha did with calls they routinely get from outside the organisation, corporation, firm or even the hospital which they work for from people persuasively claiming to be or else convincingly posing as who or what they possibly aren’t and self-assuredly asking to speak to prominent individuals employed by that body, or else getting the recipient of the call to divulge private or other crucial information over the telephone to them.

How successful or otherwise they ultimately are depends on a number of factors, including the savvy nature of the receptionist, how confident or even competent that person is when it comes to dealing with strangers over the telephone; how trusting he or she is; how long they’ve been in the job; and even how keen they are to make an impression jobwise. Factors that have much to do with the make up of their character and little if anything at all to do with coincidence. But one thing is for sure, while Jacintha Saldanha did take the phone call in her role as receptionist that day and put it through to the ward where Kate Middleton-Windsor was, she was none the less completely innocent of passing on any information that could ever be construed as having compromised in any way patient confidentiality or usurped our data protection laws. And not least so because like all other efficient receptionists throughout the country once the call was successfully passed on their designated task was effectively completed.

I still categorically maintain, as I said in my article: “Pranksters, Pillocks and the Privileged”, that no crime was committed and therefore any prosecution arising from the prank scenario would be a gross miscarriage of justice and nothing more than pandering to the most odious form of classism in this state of ours that we call the United Kingdom. However, if in the worst form of perversity that anyone could possibly imagine there are those who still asininely think that a prosecution is in order then why not prosecute the nurse, still inexplicably anonymous I point out, who divulged, contrary to the Data Protection Act and also medical confidentiality, private information pertaining to Kate Middleton-Windsor’s state of health.

But as I said and still maintain that would be perversity gone mad as she probably did so in all good faith; but if otherwise or for whatever reason she actually did it, and as it stands we can only speculate on this as unlike Jacintha Saldanha who’s dead this nurse is still very much alive as far as I know, though no one is bothering to ask her or is the public put in a position to ascertain who she is far less why she acted as she did, I don’t see why there should be any prosecution at all, which would be based not on commonsense or even the most basic concept of criminality but simply because a member of our feudal system of monarchical control that ludicrously is still in place in our country well within the first quarter of the 21st Century is acutely embarrassed by what happened, or more precisely others among the social climbing or subservient hordes within the UK are deeply and sycophantically embarrassed on her behalf.

Kate Middleton-Windsor like every other patient in Britain, irrespective of whether they’re admitted to hospital amidst the manipulative, media orchestration as she was of the public gnashing of teeth or the impulsive donning of sackcloth and ashes over her condition to the most posh, private hospitals in the land or as ordinary run of the mill patients minus all that toadying fanfare to NHS ones, is unquestionably entitled to have her privacy and medical data categorically respected and adhered to; even when the hyped condition is one that isn’t by any stretch of the imagination unique or life threatening, and is philosophically borne by millions of ordinary women up and down the length and breadth of the United Kingdom. And perhaps even more significantly so, as Britain is meant to be a developed country, by countless millions more women throughout the world, particularly in so-called developing countries of the global south, who don’t get a look in far less a mention.

Crucially too is the fact that none of these other women are ever cosseted in the way that Kate Middleton-Windsor has been, and not infrequently as occurs in these developing countries and quite commonly rural communities where they eke out a living are most certainly devoid of the likes of top rate establishments like King Edward VII Hospital and the medical personnel that they have on hand there; which effectively means that these women are obliged from force of habit to put up uncomplainingly with their condition which they know is only a temporary one. Besides, they’re equally aware that they’ll have to carry their unborn babies for their full term while actively engaged in proper work related situations, as apart from the contrived, symbolic and often meaningless ones that’s characteristically the purview of the rich, privileged and the powerful, right up to the actual moment of their children’s birth, give birth to their babies, and then minutes later with their babies strapped on their backs go back to the usual back-breaking and quite arduous tasks that comprise their every day lives. Kate Middleton-Windsor, even in her worst nightmare or those conjured up for her by a fawning media, will never in a month of Sundays experience such real trauma. So let’s get some sane perspective on that one!

The prank led it’s widely believed to Jacintha Saldanha taking her life, but it was she who did that no one else. This is not insensitivity on my part, far from it, but pragmatism; and not even Jacintha Saldanha’s closest family members or friends have any right to subject the events and circumstances of that fateful day to the vicissitudes of convenience brought on by the benefit of hindsight far less for anyone else, especially with hidden motives, to attempt to do so. And it’s a safe bet that had Jacintha Saldanha killed herself over a similar incident that didn’t have such a direct bearing on our pernicious, class structured and inequitable social system no one would ever have heard of her or anything which remotely related to her or that call. And that frankly sickens me!

For here we are well within the first quarter of the 21^st Century, a modern and sophisticated world by any definition one would think, yet the actions of many Britons are still voluntarily symptomatic of a feudal, medieval and even Dark Ages society with a mindset to match and that ingloriously ranks on a par societally with the likes of the Arab Bantustans of the Persian Gulf that ironically Britain together with France under the Sykes Picot deal created and with United States assistance still maintain. With one critical difference; that even in these most barbaric and savage of entities masquerading as countries, which they most definitely aren’t, those living in them and who belong there can legally call themselves citizens, something that even in supposedly 21^st Century Britain we Britons legally aren’t.

For in the United Kingdom we’re officially deemed as subjects, and it would appear that there are many of you who’re quite delighted to be so categorized; like turkeys graded for the oven at Christmas time. Enjoy! But here’s one Briton who has never joined you in this regard nor do I ever intend to do so. For I’m a Citizen of the United Kingdom, and like it or lump it, no one’s bloody subject. Nor for that matter will I doff my cap, if I wore one that is, to anyone because I’m told I must.

That’s the real story that lies behind the Jacintha Saldanha tragedy isn’t it? Where the toffs, the mass of sycophants and odious social climbers, our obsequious media and even pusillanimous elements within the hierarchy of the police don’t really give a toss about this woman yet rather revoltingly don’t mind in the least using her tragic death to further their own specious and self-serving agendas. So let’s honestly hope that the Director of Public Prosecutions (DPP) displays some much needed commonsense in this matter and tell these odious cretins of all backgrounds just what to do with themselves, and impress upon them that Britain’s future and advancement lies in the modern world and not in the Dark Ages of obedient sycophancy to anyone no matter how elevated they think they are. Meanwhile may God take Jacintha Saldanha into his care and grant her soul eternal peace.