Do your thing Grim Reaper and cleanse this Aegean Stable!



By Stanley Collymore

I can feel your presence very strongly, as overtly

and most discernibly not to be amiss you’re

quite intent on making me fully aware

of this; all the same I’m not the least

nonplussed by what you’re doing

since I’m very conscious that it’s your

inimitable style at work causing you

to act thus and therefore for you,

and obviously something

not to be shirked, your

customary way

of behaving.

But then as the Grim Reaper you well know that

Death attendant with its mortal finality isn’t

just a prolific business to be profited from

but also a most serious one to be

psychologically grieved about

and privately mourned by

those who really care; and as such there

are certain formalities that objectively

must be considered, revered, though

largely impassively on your part

it’s true, embarked upon, then

conclusively, categorically,

most assuredly and, of

course appropriately

as well, be done.

So if my time has come do get on with it

and please drop the formalities, as to

be perfectly honest with you I’m

truly one disinterested though

involuntary customer of yours who

intentionally won’t be losing any

sleep over my death knowing

that liberated through it I’ll

be permanently forsaking

this troubled earth for

what’s essentially a

brand new start

eternally!

© Stanley V. Collymore

30 January 2014.

Comment:

I can think of far more important things to concern myself with than Death, taking into account the fact that it’s inevitable however its realization is ultimately brought about. Which begs the question: could it be that those who’re most shit scared of Death and whose obsessive fears of it usually cause them to absurdly and quite fruitlessly embark on all manner of ways and means to circumvent or, even more ludicrously, attempt to stave it off indefinitely are invariably the very ones who in this life are the worst abusers, in every conceivable form, of their less fortunate fellow human beings and consequently as their own lives on Earth enter their final chapter are deeply petrified of what awaits them in the After-Life?

An After-Life where their massive ill-gotten and exploitative gains accumulated on Earth and criminally and abusively derived at the expense of others and used on Earth to unscrupulously garner immense power, influence and even more wealth for themselves can’t be transhipped to, rendering them highly impotent to affect conditions in their After-Life existence and thus scaring the living daylights out of them knowing that they’d be judged there on what they are and not who they were during their earthly life. Justice, which these bastards aren’t in the least fond of and can buy off here on Earth at last promptly and impartially delivered.

Are you listening and paying heed Koch brothers, Rupert Murdoch, those who own or run Monsanto, BP, RSB and the other banks, Halliburton, the pharmaceutical companies, EDF and all the other likeminded scumbags concomitant with your bought and paid for stooges in the US Congress and other foreign governments including our own British one, prime and consummate slime balls the lot of you who unfortunately infest this otherwise sacred world the rest of us are forced to share with you?

The lustful burden of love!



By Stanley Collymore

Don’t tell me; you’ve fallen in love again and

this time it’s for real! How many times have

I previously heard from you that same old

and unconvincing spiel? And when

will you ever learn not to confuse love

with lust, as time and time again you

miserably fail to distinguish the

one from the other or fully

acknowledge that the

two aren’t by any

means one and

the same?

Lust, let me candidly spell it out for you,

is the process where you do absolutely

nothing at all to even remotely suppress the

unbridled sexual urges that wantonly and

lasciviously assail your yearning body

as one would circumspectly expect

you to do; love, however, while

evidently recognizing and

certainly willing to enjoy these state-of-

affairs as well, nevertheless enjoins

itself in a more dignified and

erudite manner than lust

is either capable of

or could ever

muster.

For although the carnal fascination,

coital intentions and bonking routines

are unmistakably the same with love as

they obviously are with lust and prevalently

there, lust’s only aspirations are distinctly

impermanent, short lived and offer

no commitment at all, let’s be perfectly

clear; while for its part the emphasis

of love is to secure a freehold of

the chosen object’s heart and

what’s more do so on

a committed and

established

basis.

© Stanley V.Collymore

27 January 2014.

Comment:

In our contemporary, western society where the expertise of wooing is a dying skill, leg-overs are considered far more interesting and important than leg-ups and as such made more welcome, and a well-placed knee slotted seductively between the thighs and complemented by an ostentatious grab of the buttocks, fondling of inviting tits an a concerted thrust of the tongue down the recipient’s eager throat are now the customary mode of initial introductions between previous strangers to each other and bizarrely and quite delusionarily misrepresented as what realistically they inconceivably can never be; it’s hardly surprising then that for sometime now, and significantly too at an alarming pace, what has resulted is a society largely comprised of dysfunctional oiks.

Oiks vainly searching amidst their “how’s your father” escapades leading to sexual encounters that are seldom if ever earth shattering in nature, and which in turn give rise to the participants finding themselves either caught up or actively involved in serial acts of infidelity as they desperately embark on their fruitless search for the elusive Holy Grail of Love is sadly all too commonplace.

All the same I’d like to dedicate this poem to Ulrika Jonsson, Nigella Lawson, the late Jimmy Savile, Paddy Ashdown, Simon Cowell, Senator John McCain, Françoise Hollande and several others, including the many cuckolders and their offspring ignorant of their situation, who quite literally provided me with the inspiration to write it but who are far too numerous to mention here. Thank you all!

Victims of racism but we both survived!



By Stanley Collymore

Your birth wasn’t planned but all the same your

creation was fashioned through love and most

certainly on your father’s part whose heart

was broken when through bigotry and

racism he was denied access to you

and never fittingly allowed the

opportunity to assume far

less play the role of Dad

that both biologically

and morally was

his right to be.

Fifty years on you’re a parent in your own

right and clearly know what it’s like to

give birth, have a loving family of

your own by someone whom you

love, firmly in the knowledge

that no one could have dared

do to their father, since

you would never have

let them, what your

grandparents so

callously did

in respect

of your

dad.

© Stanley V. Collymore

25 January 2014.

Remarks:

Happy 50^th Birthday Wendy Louise!

Pragmatists 3 Daydreamers 1!



By Stanley Collymore

Dreams are the means that we regularly employ,

whether consciously or involuntarily so, to

hopefully either circumvent or attempt

to postpone, and possibly forever,

the harsher experiences of

life with which we find

ourselves confronted and don’t really know

how best or most suitably to deal with

these problems; a fabricated world

of daydreams conflated with

legitimate aspirations and

where reality, if at all

allowed a look in,

is generally not

permitted to

play any

major

part.

Reality however is the very antithesis of dreams;

and though not always welcomed or specially

favoured by the overwhelming majority

of daydreamers is all the same, I

firmly believe, still our best

chance of pragmatically

tackling and dealing successfully

with life’s various difficulties,

as well as our best hope of

realizing if not all of

them, then surely

most of our

cherished

dreams!

© Stanley V. Collymore

3 January 2014.

Criterion:

Among my diverse outdoor activities and sporting pursuits cricket and athletics rank as two of my principal sporting pastimes, but although I also have a full awareness and much more than a proficient knowledge of football or soccer if you prefer to call it thus, principally so because of specific family and a few other personal reasons, this sport is not by any stretch of the imagination one of my major preoccupations, or is it ever likely to be.

However, fully cognisant of the role that football obsessively plays in the lives of many of you and that 2014 is the designated year for its next World Cup in Brazil, I thought that the football analogy used in the title of this poem might be an appropriate vehicle to get over to you the message, which is inherent in the poem itself; that pragmatism on average usually trumps daydreaming 3-1 in life’s everyday race to succeed.

Private lives with public legacies



By Stanley Collymore

Let me hold you in my arms; shield and

protect you from harm with my love,

and comfortingly embrace you with the

multitude of expectations I have for us as

man and wife sharing a life together

for the rest of our lives: uniquely

and properly so; simply, because

it’ll be a model creation of

our very own. Yet in

commonality with others like us,

likemindedly in love and who

similarly in regard to themselves

astutely aspire to achieving the

same goals as we do, will

positively encourage

us to press on all

the more.

Fortified in the knowledge, for sure,

that love although evidently the

key to what we ultimately aim to

achieve, is even so not on its

own the totality of what

that end result will be: our

own distinctive contribution to

helping the world become

a better place; and not

just for the sake of

ourselves but

equally as well

the entire

human

race.

© Stanley V. Collymore

15 January 2014.

For all those happily in love and firmly committed to creditable family and societal values. Dysfunctional or feral oiks not included; so please clear off!

Exposed! The criminal and murdering tendencies of British governments and their military top brass.

By Stanley Collymore

First let me commend the human rights lawyers in the UK and their colleagues who are members of the German human rights organization that handed over the dossier to the ICC detailing the thousands of human rights violations, crimes against humanity and war crimes committed at the behest and in the full knowledge of their most senior commanding officers, the likes of Peter Wall, Defence Chief, the MoD, the Defence Secretary at the time Geoff Hoon and other principal players in our civilian and military establishments and gratuitously carried out by British armed forces members serving in Iraq specifically between 2003 and 2008.

At its very best the British Armed Forces are among, if not the best militarily disciplined men and women in the world. I know as I served with the RAF. But I’m also well aware that in general no serving serviceman or woman would or could act in this comprehensively savage manner as the dossier submitted to the ICC graphically outlines without the knowledge, approval and instigation of the likes of Peter Wall or Geoff Hoon. That’s why I’m absolutely convinced that these feral, sociopathic bastards: and I’m referring to the military top brass as well as their civilian counterparts, who ran our armed forces at the time and have subsequently and increasingly continued to do so, and aren’t remotely a patch on their virtuous predecessors, certainly not those in charge when I was in the RAF, and are given their positions not on merit or integrity but largely through political cronyism, are as guilty as hell as this dossier handed over to the ICC clearly substantiates and fall into the same category of mass murderers where Tony Blair, their leader who premeditatedly, lyingly and venally took us into that illegal war in the first place, definitely belongs.

So the arrant nonsense coming from William Hague that Britain doesn’t have a case to answer and what took place, if anything, doesn’t warrant being submitted to the ICC is in effect a load of crap. This from a man who wastes no time in wanting everyone that he and his incompetent regime don’t like elsewhere globally, outside of the west that is, to be publicly lumbered with every stitched up human rights crime or violation he and his ilk can muster and thereafter sent off to ICC. Notwithstanding that the current UK Con-Dem regime of which he is a principal member together with Bantu Saudi and Qatar are among the most incorrigible sponsors of terrorism globally. Notable examples outside of Iraq being Libya and Syria.

But it shows the arrogance and exceptionalism of this man and his ilk that as rulers of Britain which was most instrumental in setting up the Nuremberg Tribunal, the protocols that governed it, and other such tribunals subsequently across the globe; was especially influential and active in prosecuting post World War 2 German war criminals and others; was foremost in the creation and implementation of the Geneva Conventions and of course the ICC, of which it’s a signatory as it also is to all of the aforementioned internationally ratified treaties and human rights conventions, while it’s perfectly okay it seems to drag others who they disapprove of before these bodies, whether their victims are guilty or not, when irrefutable evidence of the UK’s own premeditated and murdering wrongdoings come to light these must be ignored and Britain allowed a blank cheque to carry on doing as it damn well pleases.

To which end British rulers like William Hague can dupe the rest of world by pretending that they’re doing something to rectify these wrongs and punish the criminals who’re responsible when they clearly aren’t; playing on the notion that the UK is a civilized country with an impartial judiciary, when the latter isn’t the case, and consequently kick the matter into the long grass and keep it there in the successful, so far, hope that people will either lose interest or eventually forget; and so nothing will ever be done to right these monstrous and murderous travesties. The human rights lawyers and the German human rights organization that have taken the UK to the ICC know this all too well and that is why totally fed up with this ongoing prevarication by Britain, they have courageously in my view decided to act.

And as they succinctly pointed out Britain has had over 10 years to resolve this matter and has evidently shown no intention whatsoever of dealing with it in any satisfactory legal fashion. Significantly too William Schabas a Human Rights professor drawing full attention to the fact that only Blacks are prosecuted by the ICC never white Caucasian Europeans regardless of how heinous their crimes are as in the case of Tony Blair for example, and where one does witness the most perverse situations occurring there. Take for example the cases of two former heads of state, respectively of Kenya and the Ivory Coast both African countries, currently being tried by the ICC for war crimes and crimes against humanity.

This, says Professor Schabas, despite the known fact that neither of them did anything wrong. Their hands aren’t dripping with blood nor have they ever commissioned any crimes; let alone done anything that remotely warrants them being at The Hague. But they are there because of the actions of a crony, so-called ICC prosecutor acting on instructions from western governments, including Britain’s and the USA, which isn’t even a signatory to the ICC. And all that the ICC can come up with for prosecuting these two men is that even though they didn’t commit any crimes they were in charge of their respective country where such crimes were allegedly committed, so the buck stops with them.

Why Professor Schabas asked, and I reiterate the same question here, isn’t the same principle applied to Britain where the hands of Peter Wall, Geoff Hoon, Tony Blair and multiple others are dripping with the blood of innocent Iraqis and others? If it’s good for black African leaders the only ones since the creation of the ICC, which has a global remit lets not forget, to be hauled up before it in this way, indicted and prosecuted why not murdering white scum whether they’re British or not? But when a brain-dead and so-called defence correspondent for Sky News on the very day that the dossier on these thousands of war crimes and crimes against humanity by Britain were submitted to the ICC could arrogantly and smarmily declare to Sky viewers that the ICC’s prosecutor will “take her time” then “politely decline” the request of these human rights advocates to investigate Britain, its criminal politicians and military leaders, one knows instinctively if they’ve a functioning brain in their head that that particular decision is already done and dusted.

For let’s be blunt here. The ICC is a political tool of the west that is dishonestly used to give so-called credibility to the west’s ambitions. Its decisions don’t conform to the rule of international law but instead concentrate on the political objectives of the west. We saw this clearly, for example, in Libya where the ICC’s ploy of indicting those the west didn’t like, for no other reason than they stood up to the west’s bullying, with fake crimes of genocide, crimes against humanity and war crimes promoted the idea that those the west and ICC were accusing were highly dangerous people who had to be indicted, put away or killed. The so-called Libyan National Council had no legitimacy as current events in Libya spectacularly demonstrate, and what it dishonestly derived came from the efforts of the ICC. And once again the same perfidious scenario is being played out in Syria.

I’m against the death penalty not exclusively for ethical reasons but largely because it’s the poor, disadvantaged, marginalized and racially picked on who invariably end up on Death Row; never deservingly so the highly privileged killers, mass murders and those who orchestrate or commit abominable crimes against humanity; and the political and military sewers in Britain are replete with such people. And that’s why, not only Tony Blair but Geoff Hoon, Peter Wall and the rest of these sewer rats need to be arrested and tried in a genuinely impartial criminal court, and I’m not referring to the ICC unless that Agean Stable is first thoroughly cleansed out, convicted and imprisoned for the rest of their natural lives, and also comprehensively stripped of all their material assets including those they’ve salted away in offshore accounts or passed on to relatives or lovers; for they are GUILTY of the crimes of which they are accused. And in the event of this not being done then those that are either directly affected by the activities of these sewer rats or conscionably think that something should be done about them, should look no further than Woolwich for their answers and redemption.

The late John F. Kennedy was assassinated; subsequently Ronald Reagan nearly lost his life from a would-be assassin’s bullet. Both men were President of what was then and is still now the world’s most powerful country. So if they weren’t safe with all the security paraphernalia around them what could logically make any sensible person think that these feral and sociopathic British Lilliputians are any different? Grotesque Pygmies in character who’ve abysmally betrayed not only the men and women under their command in our Armed Forces but the entire UK too. With significant numbers of our Armed Forces having returned home with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder caused by the dreadful experiences they occasioned from these manufactured wars that the likes of Geoff Hoon and Peter Wall are so fond of; and are more likely than most to end up homeless, out of work, living on the streets and even in jail on being released and discarded by the said armed forces to which they gave everything.

And all the while these prime assholes who’re the fulcrum of their nightmarish problems condescendingly scurry around in their white Caucasian sewers passed off as privileged enclaves deluding themselves that they and theirs are impregnable. Dream on! Personally I think that jail, even for the rest of their miserable lives is too good for these loathsome scumbags and maybe as I write there are sufficient conscionable persons out there who think likewise; and who knows might cleverly, ably and willingly assist them in patronizingly keeping up the pretence of their invincibility until that crucial moment when they strike.

John F. Kennedy clearly thought he was safe, though regrettably in his case his death was a great tragedy and additionally an incalculable loss to humanity that was mourned globally, which those of these British scumbags won’t be, as he was a good man; something which by no stretch of the imagination these slimy and recalcitrant bastards couldn’t possibly, not even remotely so, lay claim to.

In conclusion, since I know that those of you who are most fond of disregarding and breaking the law with impunity are without exception the very first ones to seek it out when you find others standing up to you; so do feel free with my blessing to get your smart arse lawyers to sue me for libel or perhaps defamation of character – that in your case would be the equivalent of supporters of Jimmy Savile saying he was misunderstood or even wronged - or whatever else you may want to have a go at me for. I’m up for it! Since from my perspective I really don’t give a fuck what you think or do for that matter, and would in those circumstances in court not retract a word of what I’ve already said and you can bet your dumb asses I’ll say considerably more than the 140 characters per tweet allowance that is granted to me on my Twitter page.

For upon thorough and constant scrutiny of you: namely our governmental, principal ministerial, military top brass and the close and even intimate circle of other odious and highly privileged scumbags that you belong to and almost exclusively associate with, none of you discernibly in my opinion has or is ever likely to acquire any kind of genuine reputation worthy of the name that is either remotely worth defending or can in the least be logically or realistically defamed. Since with your lot it’s all smoke and mirrors, ideal for deluding our naïve, educationally dumbed down, intellectually challenged, brainwashed or apathetically brain-dead morons who you cynically exploit at will, but not those with functioning brains in their heads; that’s why you’re so shit scared of the latter.

So go on make my day; you despicable, bullying and cowardly bastards who like your kind universally relish nothing more than venting your feral and sociopathic tendencies on those who either can’t or are too frightened of you to hit back. Sadly for you I’m not one of them and never will be!

Postscript:

There’s a tendency in Britain for the authorities of whatever description or level together with their not insignificant bands of unthinking and sycophantic supporters to at every turn presented to them to seek to belittle anyone who, in their twisted view, dares to legitimately challenge the arbitrary diktats or even the immoral practices of the powers that be by scornfully suggesting to these critics that if they’ve nothing to hide then they’ve nothing to fear.

How very ironic then that the current Con-Dem coalition regime in London and its spokesperson William Hague, the Foreign Secretary, who’re fully paid up members to this doctrine don’t practice what they preach to others.

Particularly so, and as the world is equally fully aware, that the UK has been referred to the ICC for a plethora of war crimes, crimes against humanity, sadistic tortures and murders that if these charges were being levelled against any other country that these rulers of the UK didn’t like, they would be openly, vociferously and unrelentingly be demanding that immediate action be harshly and without pity be taken against these people. How’s that for white Caucasian excecptionalism?

As in life so too in death – No Justice; No Peace!



By Stanley Collymore

You might be able to stitch me up with crimes I didn’t

commit; racially stereotype and accordingly, thanks

to your meticulously hand-picked and bent

jurors, routinely find me guilty, then

get your crony magistrates or elitist judges

with their entrenched Colonel Blimp and

colonialist mindset to incarcerate me

for inordinately lengthy periods

of time in your antiquated,

18^th Century-assembled

and enormously

congested

jails.

That’s, of course, if your arrogantly assumed

and disdainfully exhibited abhorrence

of me, comprehensively and

liberally laced with an

astonishing immunity you know that you

can reliably count upon doesn’t cause you to

forego all that earlier stuff and, profoundly

emboldened by the successful prospects

of your racist enterprise, lead you to

callously and sadistically, even

in broad daylight and on the

streets of our busy cities,

gratuitously deprive me

and others like me

as well of our

lives.

But then, to you I was always just another

Nigger: one of the thousands of others

of all ages and of both genders that

systematically, continually and

uncaringly on your part as well as

that of our supposedly impartial

judicial system; our country’s

venal and grossly unfit for

purpose politicians who generally and

together with the powers that be

not only wanted us dead but

also at whose hands we

consistently found ourselves subjected

to racial stereotyping and profiling

ordinances, which clearly were

themselves liberally spurred

on by untrammelled

sophistry and culpable

pernicious acts of

mindboggling

bigotry.

And although we’re now finally dead: racially

murdered or executed as you all wanted us

to be, our righteous cause will none the less

live on eternally in the hearts, minds and

actions of those close to us: the likes

of Carole Duggan or Neville and

Doreen Lawrence for instance,

who love and will always

care about us and the

justice which they know

we justly deserved

but, of course,

never got.

Honest, decent, hardworking and law-abiding

persons: although no noticeable advantage,

if any at all, has been discerned from

them being thus, who all the

same along with thousands of likeminded

people across the entire nation already know

full well that what happened to us, and

quite unrestrained is going on apace,

is criminally wrong, and in conscionable

terms too the most damnable moral travesty that

either we or those who’re currently affected

could ever face; and that without justice

to lean upon, impartially grant us

full absolution, and from this pernicious

evil we’ve all been cruelly subjected

to secure for us a warrantable

societal reprieve, then there

cannot or won’t ever be

any meaningful or

durable peace!

© Stanley V. Collymore

12 January 2014.

Comment:

This poem was written specifically with Mark Duggan in mind and is dedicated to his children, mother, other family members, friends and supporters, but most especially to Mark’s aunt Carole Duggan.

An incomparable lady, Carole whose courageous and tireless commitment, in the face of overwhelming odds against her, not only to ascertain truthful answers as to why her nephew was murdered but additionally the juxtaposition of this with her unflagging energy and indefatigable determination to see justice done by him I find highly commendable, fully empathize with, totally admire and wholeheartedly support.

God bless and sustain you in your worthy endeavours Carole, and in heeding too the compellingly powerful and pertinent voice from the grave embedded in your own spirited and honest cry: “No Justice; No Peace!”

After the most brutal, savage and summary execution of Mark Duggan on a London street and in broad daylight on the 4^th August 2011 the police spin machine went into overdrive.

A vicious crime exacerbated by the abysmally atrocious manner and indifferent treatment meted out to Mark’s family afterwards when they peacefully sought answers at Tottenham Police Station as to why their loved one was murdered and that served as the catalyst for the subsequent widespread riots across England when news of their gross mistreatment at the hands of the police, all too common in the case of Black people, became knowledgeable was, to say the least, inevitable.

However, in a desperate bid to expunge the blood-stained tracks of those who had premeditatedly planned, ordered, oversaw and ultimately carried out Mark Duggan’s extra-judicial execution, and specifically in the lead up two and a half years later to the most perverse inquest jury verdict outcome either witnessed or recorded in the UK, the police, who were the perpetrators of Mark’s killing, ably assisted by their compliant media hacks hurriedly went on the offensive to disparagingly vilify him at all costs.

Instantaneously Mark Duggan was publicly and vociferously declared as having been the 45^th most dangerous criminal, and how’s this for idiotic hyperbole, not in Britain as the many gullible and significant brain-dead in our midst would expect; oh no! But the whole of Europe.

Risible or what? This notwithstanding the deadly circumstances replete in the entire situation surrounding Mark Duggan’s controversial murder and against whose backdrop this claptrap and cynical charade were being absurdly played out.

Personally, I don’t think that that remark from our boys in blue, echoed and regurgitated by their racist chums, about Mark Duggan being the 45^th most dangerous criminal throughout Europe would have found favour with or gone down at all well with the Italian or Russian mafias for example; let alone the incorrigible, sadistic, cut-throat killers and so-called leaders of the western created, and in which Britain played a major role, hand-out, dependency satrapy of Kosovo that these western paragons of virtue, as they would have you believe, still avidly support.

Understandably, the respective European mafias and their Kosovan counterparts must be spitting rage at having been so disrespectfully and publicly humiliated by a concerted British police propaganda campaign, and a lying one at that, that sees these genuinely well-renowned and arch-criminals criminally, and mortifyingly so, supplanted by of all people a London Blackman.

Ironic coming from the British police, I must say, when all the empirical data to hand categorically show that Blacks in the UK are more likely to be the principal victims of crime here rather than the perpetrators of it; and particularly so of race crimes, that as some of Britain’s major broadsheets reported on the 13 January 2014 the police don’t even bother to investigate. And with such endemic prejudices within the police ranks reinforced by conditioned racial stereotypes why would they prefer to hesitate, given those clear-cut circumstances, rather than summarily kill a Blackman when the opportunity either presents itself or one is premeditatedly and cynically manufactured for them?

Be that as it may! But having assiduously observed and contemporaneously collated the many facts as they emerge, it all looks very much to me like the British Police and more especially their Metropolitan colleagues on finding themselves shut out of the public convenience of honesty and reason and therefore anxiously looking for somewhere else to offload their profuse urine, were forced in the Mark Duggan case, as they were with the Stephen Lawrence one and others, to piss in the air in the earnest hope that in doing so what they let off didn’t fall back and embarrassingly drench them.

However, in the immortal words of the black bobsledder in the film “Cool Runnings” similarly compromised in his emergency situation the response is: “Too late!”