The carnal dissemblance by influential, British Establishment Paedophiles!



By Stanley Collymore

They talk openly, ardently and seemingly even credibly,

but oh so dishonestly, about moral principles and

how our nation’s children should be protected

from wanton abuse and intentional harm;

yet behind closed doors their personal

actions couldn’t be more different

from their public pronouncements,

with private lives markedly

reeking with the ghastly

ubiquitous stench of

resilient carrion.

For these are our Establishment abusers: well

heeled celebrity gropers, sexual abusers,

paedophiles, child-traffickers and

even murderers - who not only

consider themselves to be above the

law but who in many instances, as our

political representatives, ironically

make these same laws from

whose consequences they

then absolve themselves

with explicit and

breath-taking

impunity.

Fully aware that any incumbent Home Secretary,

the Home Office, its Senior Civil Servants, the

Police and the CPS will concur with these

appalling travesties of legality, either by

being complicit in them themselves,

or else affording these powerful

and considerably influential but

loathsome perpetrators the

customary privilege

freely accorded to

them of blanket

immunity!

© Stanley V. Collymore

9 July 2014.

Author’s Observation:

In Britain the law is generally seen as an ass by Establishment figures and the privileged elites and therefore contemptuously treated as a needless inconvenience by them. Hardly surprising then that they conspiratorially and pertinaciously ensure that we have donkeys administering it.

Charlotte’s Story



By Stanley Collymore

Rampant classism coupled with a virulent and clandestine culture of eugenics are endemic to and very much embedded in the psyche of the British upper class, the country’s aristocracy and most certainly so the British Royalty, its hangers-on and the political and economic establishments that self-servingly and even obsequiously support them.

This article and the already online poem: “The inscrutable mindset of the upper class, British brood mare!” were largely inspired by Charlotte, a former student of mine who subsequently became and is still a very close friend. Charlotte’s background couldn’t have been any more aristocratic than it was if either she or anyone else for that matter had wanted or tried to make it so; and in conversations I had with her I was left in no doubt that academically clever and highly intelligent as she evidently was, Charlotte had been conditioned from birth to unquestioningly accepting and not challenging in any way the private life style that her parents and those around them had determinedly mapped out for her and naturally expected her to conform to.

Although I could see it was a massive mistake on the part of this utterly charming and bright young lady to passively submit to what was expected of her I none the less studiously resisted all likely attempts on my part to interfere in what I saw and appreciated as Charlotte’s private life, respecting her inalienable right to make up her mind how she wanted to live her life; even if that outcome was heavily influenced by her parents, other family members, hers or their friends.

However, when she asked me for my advice, fully cognisant that previously in our conversations I wasn’t forthcoming with any of my own, I asked her if she really wanted to hear my honest opinion; and when she said yes I was accordingly polite but unstintingly forthright in what I had to say to her. Interestingly enough, Charlotte wasn’t in the least taken aback by anything I said, appeared to accept my opinion and most significantly seemed particularly relieved that I’d given it. The upshot of which was that Charlotte resolved to immediately change not only her life’s expectations but essentially as well set about dismantling in the process those which her parents, other family members and friends had formulated for her and expected her to consent to.

Fortified with this new assurance in herself she resolutely informed the principal playmakers in her life of her changed plans and courageously embarked on them; finding true love in the process with a man whose background was as different from hers as it could possibly get, but who fully cognisant not only of his reciprocal love for Charlotte and the huge societal sacrifice she’d made on his behalf, manfully stepped up to the plate and thoroughly justified the explicit faith that Charlotte had place in him emotionally, lovingly and in terms of enhancing his previously unspectacular work career.

Five years have elapsed since all this happened; Charlotte and her young man have meanwhile got married, are in a state of marital bliss, and are planning a family of their own. Additionally, broken fences between the married pair and Charlotte’s own family have also been repaired largely due to the resoluteness that Charlotte showed from the outset of her landmark decision that she was never going back to her former familial life style, and the eventual recognition and full acceptance by her family members and erstwhile friends that she meant every word of what she’d said.

A situation amieloratively eased by Charlotte’s father. Of all his children Charlotte had always been his favourite and the apple of his eye and the grim prospect of him losing her forever and never ever getting the opportunity to know his grandchildren by her troubled him immensely he later confessed to her. So the sensible and only practical solution to permanently forestalling that was to honourably bury the hatchet on their differences, which thankfully was done.

Now I’m not naïve, have never been and don’t envisage any situation where I will ever allow myself to be subjugated by such a puerile mindset, and consequently what I may have intentionally assisted Charlotte in satisfactorily accomplishing, I don’t necessarily hold out as a panacea for everyone that find themselves in similar circumstances or who may have an identical familial background.

Old habits are extremely hard to break, and in Britain where the transparently detrimental – unless of course you’re a complete nerd and absolutely incapable of noticing this – but nevertheless idiotically perceived and exceptionalist practice of classism is profoundly ingrained, it will, in my honest view, require a colossal, commitedly collaborative and ongoing undertaking to efficiently and permanently eradicate it. Not at all an easy task considering the significant support, across the board, that classism openly, tacitly and even subconsciously enjoys within British society.

So where do I stand on all this? If that isn’t obvious by now – and it should have been – then let me unapologetically, unambiguously and emphatically state that I’m a committed meritocrat that firmly believe that one’s personal ability - and not an accident of birth, so-called social background or their familial standing or societal connections – should be the sole determinant factor in one’s success and ongoing progress. Of course human beings not being perfect there’ll be aberrations to this procedure; but these should be the exceptions rather than being the norm. And while every society will and must have its own distinguishing hierarchy this must equally be based on the principle of meritocracy and NOT hereditary exclusivity – or in blunt terms who your biological mother or alleged father actually fucked with!

So let’s hope that Charlotte’s story is a shot across the appropriate bows!

The inscrutable mindset of the upper class, British brood mare!



By Stanley Collymore

You cannot possibly have fallen in love with me, could you?

For why on earth would you want to go and do something

as daft as that, particularly when I’m so obviously out

of your league? Let’s face facts; you’re a cultured,

university-educated and, if you don’t mind my

saying so, a highly sophisticated and very

knowledgeable woman of the world.

Furthermore, you easily move in all the

right circles, something that evidently

I don’t and can’t imagine with my

background that I’d ever be

allowed to; and I’m quite

sure neither can you.

So why then, would you want to expend the

effort; and most intriguingly what could

possibly have possessed you to embark

on essentially wasting your valuable

time on someone who, in your

societal terms, is so patiently

unsuitable for you as I

clearly am? It really does

puzzle me, and logically

makes no sense at

all you must

agree.

Unless, that is, it’s a piece of purported rough in the

shape of me that you’re after, to help break the

wearisome monotony coupled with the

overarching sense of an enervating

lack of purpose that you regularly

experience, and which jointly

and individually are inescapable parts of your

upper class life that from birth you’ve been

steadfastly conditioned to, meticulously

prepared for and most assiduously

groomed, at least publicly so, for

your principal and, it would

appear, only meaningful

roles in your high-society

life - that of being the upper class and

unquestioning child-producing

mother first and foremost

and secondarily a wife,

destined in accordance with well-established

hereditary and familial demands to be the

indispensable and coveted brood mare

dutifully prepared to produce the

requisite and compulsory heir

and, additionally as well,

the expected and

standby spare.

Other than that you’re absolutely at liberty,

it seems, to have and also pleasurably enjoy

to the fullest all the lascivious and unbridled

carnal fun you want with anyone, and that

includes me - provided, of course, it’s

discreetly and clandestinely done.

Perfectly straightforward and

unambiguously explicit. So

what then, tell me, has

love got any thing

to do with it?

© Stanley V. Collymore

6 July 2014.

Author’s Remarks:

Rampant classism coupled with a virulent and clandestine culture of eugenics are endemic to and very much embedded in the psyche of the British upper class, the country’s aristocracy and most certainly so the British Royalty, its hangers-on and the political and economic establishments that self-servingly and even obsequiously support them.

This poem was largely inspired by Charlotte a former student of mine who subsequently became and is still a close friend. Charlotte’s background couldn’t have been any more aristocratic than it was if either she or anyone else for that matter had wanted or tried to make it so; and in conversations I had with her I was left in no doubt that academically clever and highly intelligent as she evidently was, Charlotte had been conditioned from birth to unquestioningly accepting and not challenging in any way the private life style that her parents and those around them had determinedly mapped out for her and naturally expected her to conform to.

Although I could see it was a massive mistake on the part of this utterly charming and bright young lady to passively submit to what was expected of her I none the less studiously resisted all likely attempts on my part to interfere in what I saw and appreciated as Charlotte’s private life, respecting her inalienable right to make up her mind how she wanted to live her life; even if that outcome was heavily influenced by her parents, other family members, hers or their friends.

However, when she asked me for my advice, fully cognisant that previously in our conversations I wasn’t forthcoming with any of my own, I asked her if she really wanted to hear my honest opinion; and when she said yes I was accordingly polite but unstintingly forthright in what I had to say to her. Interestingly enough, Charlotte wasn’t in the least taken aback by anything I said, appeared to accept my opinion and most significantly seemed particularly relieved that I’d given it. The upshot of which was that Charlotte resolved to immediately change not only her life’s expectations but essentially as well set about dismantling in the process those which her parents, other family members and friends had formulated for her and expected her to consent to.

Fortified with this new assurance in herself she resolutely informed the principal playmakers in her life of her changed plans and courageously embarked on them; finding true love in the process with a man whose background was as different from hers as it could possibly get, but who fully cognisant not only of his reciprocal love for Charlotte and the huge societal sacrifice she’d made on his behalf, manfully stepped up to the plate and thoroughly justified the explicit faith that Charlotte had place in him emotionally, lovingly and in terms of enhancing his previously unspectacular work career.

Five years have elapsed since all this happened; Charlotte and her young man have meanwhile got married, are in a state of marital bliss, and are planning a family of their own. Additionally, broken fences between the married pair and Charlotte’s own family have also been repaired largely due to the resoluteness that Charlotte showed from the outset of her landmark decision that she was never going back to her former familial life style, and the eventual recognition and full acceptance by her family members and erstwhile friends that she meant every word of what she’d said.

A situation amieloratively eased by Charlotte’s father. Of all his children Charlotte had always been his favourite and the apple of his eye and the grim prospect of him losing her forever and never ever getting the opportunity to know his grandchildren by her troubled him immensely he later confessed to her. So the sensible and only practical solution to permanently forestalling that was to honourably bury the hatchet on their differences, which thankfully was done.

Now I’m not naïve, have never been and don’t envisage any situation where I will ever allow myself to be subjugated by such a puerile mindset, and consequently what I may have intentionally assisted Charlotte in satisfactorily accomplishing, I don’t necessarily hold out as a panacea for everyone that find themselves in similar circumstances or who may have an identical familial background.

Old habits are extremely hard to break, and in Britain where the transparently detrimental – unless of course you’re a complete nerd and absolutely incapable of noticing this – but nevertheless idiotically perceived and exceptionalist practice of classism is profoundly ingrained, it will, in my honest view, require a colossal, commitedly collaborative and ongoing undertaking to efficiently and permanently eradicate it. Not at all an easy task considering the significant support, across the board, that classism openly, tacitly and even subconsciously enjoys within British society.

So where do I stand on all this? If that isn’t obvious by now – and it should have been – then let me unapologetically, unambiguously and emphatically state that I’m a committed meritocrat that firmly believe that one’s personal ability - and not an accident of birth, so-called social background or their familial standing or societal connections – should be the sole determinant factor in one’s success and ongoing progress. Of course human beings not being perfect there’ll be aberrations to this procedure; but these should be the exceptions rather than being the norm. And while every society will and must have its own distinguishing hierarchy this must equally be based on the principle of meritocracy and NOT hereditary exclusivity – or in blunt terms who your biological mother or alleged father actually fucked with!

So let’s hope that Charlotte’s story is a shot across the appropriate bows!

I’d be a complete fool to ever let you go!



By Stanley Collymore

Please give me your hand in marriage and in return I

shall faithfully promise to you a lifetime of entire

commitment, loyalty, fidelity in all my dealings

with you and, of course, my unstinting love

for you. For no other woman that I’ve

previously met or personally had any

kind of relationship with has remotely,

compared to what you’ve done in my

case, managed to imbue in me the

same level of intense interest

that you’ve automatically and so

comprehensively instilled in me;

turning, as a result, my whole life

pleasurably upside down in

the most compellingly

magical, thoroughly

rewarding and

gloriously

satisfying

way.

Therefore, totally bearing all that in mind, and

both sensibly and conscientiously well aware

that my life will be infinitely better off in a

myriad of ways were I to welcomingly

accept on board, boldly take the

plunge, and unreservedly

embrace the complete package of us being

the perfect item together, I would then,

contrary to every conceivably logical

deduction there is, manifestly either

have to be absolutely out of my

mind or else decidedly the most obtuse of men

alive were I for my part to irrationally allow

you to casually slip through my fingers and

away from me by not comprehensively

acquainting you with the full extent

of my emotions towards you,

together with what I most

passionately, profoundly

and quite unmistakably

feel deeply within

this enraptured

heart of

mine.

© Stanley V. Collymore

1 July 2014

Author’s Remarks:

Regrettably, there are some people who go though their entire life earnestly searching for but never really managing to either find or experience that great love which they’ve always dreamt about and had fervently hoped to attain. Others though have it freely and conspicuously thrust at them yet fail quite miserably to recognize, let alone appreciate either the gesture or the extent of the love that’s being proffered to them.

So which of these categories are you in? A rhetorical question on my part actually that doesn’t require any explanation to me nor seeks an answer of any kind from you on the matter. But were you to feel obligated to answer it for your own personal satisfaction or peace of mind, then do so my all means.

However, a word of caution in your ear; be totally honest with yourself should you decide to go down that path. Since to do otherwise would evidently, and rather sadly in my view, lead to you consciously and rather illogically deceiving the only person that actually matters in all of this – yourself!

Let’s give it a go. It could very well be the making of us!



By Stanley Collymore

Come on; you must deep inside know perfectly well what

I really want from you! For contrary to your distanced

stance towards me and what you may even publicly

think, it’s you: the individual who I’ve come to

love, respect and would very much like to

share the rest of my life with - if you’ll

have me that is - that’s uppermost in my mind. Therefore,

it isn’t just your body that I’m after – as you obviously,

erroneously and, dare I say, suspiciously suspect

me of - although to be quite honest with you

it’s neither fair on me, nor would I be at

all inclined to consider it as such for

either of us to hastily or totally

rule out that aspect of any

personal relationship

between us and that

appears to be

troubling

you. So what do you say then to you and me getting

together, real personal-like, to physically explore,

mutually coordinate and satisfyingly cement

that promising possibility? I know that

I’d dearly love for that to happen, and

thus be granted the opportunity by

you to initiate without any fuss

what I can guarantee you

will be a most exciting

and an unreservedly

pleasurable and

unforgettable

experience

for both

of us!

© Stanley V. Collymore

15 June 2014.

Observation:

One should never conscionably beg for love or anything remotely associated with it, since to do so is quite demeaning. The same principle, I believe, should also apply to unbridled lust irrespective of how eager that one is to have that specific need urgently satisfied or is inclined to believe that their physical needs must be met. Using flattery though, no matter how honestly or disingenuously it is applied, is well within the rules of the mating game however.

An explicitly assured commitment to kill!



By Stanley Collymore

I’ve every right to a life of my own and furthermore to

unimpeded go about my lawful activities like anyone

else, whether you approve of my doing so or not.

It’s a stance to which I’m firmly committed

to and for which I make no apologies

whatsoever to anyone; and that,

most categorically, includes

racist nerds like you.

For if your idea of reality is to asininely and

deliberately choose to live in a virtual time

warp from where you ludicrously seek

to re-create the very worst aspects

of an erstwhile real-life epoch

when neither you nor anyone

else, for that matter, among

the rest of us actually lived or could

have realistically done so, and which all

sensible people currently living would

not only resolutely eschew but also

discernibly hate to see resurrected

in the 21^st Century; then the

most charitable thing that

I can possibly say about

you is that you’re a

pretty odious and

irredeemable

pillock.

And were you to ever conspire to detrimentally

cross my path, then proceed to gratuitously

and loquaciously spew out your vile and

illogical hatred of me – never mind

the calculated restraint shown on

my part in the face of your protracted

and virulent provocations towards

me, but not withstanding that

maliciously become emboldened

to physically direct your racist and

bizarrely white supremacist crap at me –

considering that anyone with objective

eyes can readily see what a particularly

poor specimen, in every regard, that

you really are of the human race;

then let me immediately disabuse

you of your congenital folly

and to forthrightly, forcefully

and unambiguously make it

absolutely clear to you that

I shan’t hesitate, given

the aforementioned

circumstances, to

unashamedly and

unrepentantly

kill you!

© Stanley V. Collymore

22 June 2014.

Author’s remarks:

This poem is dedicated to Michael Adebolajo and Michael Adebowale in thankful appreciation for your demonstrable courage, so explicitly shown, combined with your committed determination not to bend the knee in abject genuflexion to the pernicious demands of racist imperialism and western neo-colonialist thuggery.

For my part, it’s a timely warning too to all the abysmally pathetic, congenitally inbred and racist morons who, lemming-like, commute on the Number 23 Metrobus Service that operates between Crawley and Worthing in West Sussex, England and back. A state of affairs that Metrobus would do well to promptly acquaint itself with, properly and impartially investigate on the spot, and then uncompromisingly stamp out unless it wants to make it into the headlines for all the wrong reasons.

Elaborating further on this particular loathsome and exceptionalist, white Caucasian theme, Yasmin Alibhai-Brown is more than capable enough of defending herself and doesn’t need any help from me in that regard. But if Michael Fabricant, the Conservative MP for Lichfield, feels he has the right to freedom of expression, however odious or idiotic his views are, a stance I wholeheartedly support in his and everyone else’s case, why then does he spoil that impartial approach by gratuitously threatening unprovoked violence to someone who wasn’t in any kind of altercation with him or even a discussion come to that – as Yasmin Alibhai-Brown quite evidently wasn’t - but whose spoken opinions he nevertheless self-centredly, rather stupidly and Colonel Blimpishly disapproved of?

Hail, all-conquering ISIS!



By Stanley Collymore

We will no longer allow our people and lands to become

either expedient or expendable pawns in your white

Caucasian, criminal, hubristic and utterly barbaric

geo-political games, themselves consistently

and implacably embarked on with

complete indifference to our individual or collective

rights as fellow human beings – although you

don’t see us in that light – or what we

honestly and most properly want

for ourselves in the greater

scheme of things.

For we are ISIS: the uncompromising liberators of

our people and, therefore, fearlessly committed

by any and every means at our disposal to

inflicting the maximum harm on our adversaries

until they’re forced to go away, permanently

stay out of our lives and leave us in peace

to freely and independently choose

how best we want to live in

this world - to which

we also belong - with the same

due respect and inherent

dignity that our evil-minded

abusers egotistically and

inhumanly arrogate

to themselves

alone.

© Stanley V. Collymore

24 June 2014.

Timely Observation:

When your moral entitlement to natural respect, basic human dignity and even the right to life is concertedly, inhumanly and arrogantly challenged by those who disdainfully and unlawfully choose to regard you as markedly inferior to themselves and furthermore proceed to callously treat you that way - as significant numbers of white Caucasian and other Europeans do towards other peoples and races; then the only realistic and self-redeeming alternative to cowardly accepting this unjust and erroneous analysis of yourselves that your abusers throw at you is to fearlessly fight back; and ISIS, thank God, demonstrably shows how this should be done. And continued good luck to them, I say!

David Richards: Ex-Chief of the British Defence Staff, unequivocally states: “History is clear. There will sometimes be no alternative to standing up for oneself; for one’s friends [regardless of how criminal, murderous or discernibly loathsome these friends are presumably as long as they’re white Caucasians, for that’s the only thing that does matter where these friends are concerned ] or for what is right [his sick version of that concept undoubtedly]. Adding: “Too many people, the intelligentsia to the fore, are in denial [as he undeniably is in relation to the 1 million Iraqi babies that needlessly and knowingly died because of punitive and callous western-imposed sanctions ruthlessly imposed on Iraq, which animatedly induced the insidious, thoroughly repugnant and covert, East European Jewish dyke - according to very reliable sources and who even looks butch - Madeleine Albright: the United States Secretary of State at the time, to sadistically declare that the cruel deaths of these babies were worth it; yet wastes no opportunity to ad nauseum condemn Europe’s holocaust but only in so far as it affects her Yiddish lot; plus the extra 1 million Iraqi civilians who were mercilessly and quite unrepentantly slaughtered, together with the additional 10 million of them who were externally and internally displaced as a direct consequence of Britain and the United States’ illegal war against Iraq].

But for all that David Richards nevertheless unsurprisingly and idiotically, to the likes of people like me, opines that a country’s first duty is to its citizens; even when those citizens are British and both physically and vocally demonstrated in their millions that they didn’t want for their country to prosecute an illicit war against Iraq? Where, pray tell, is your logic David?

And if as you say David Richards one should boldly stand up for one’s friends how about doing the same thing for one’s relatives, kith and kin and others of one’s race that pillocks like you like to slaughter in their millions without even condescending to count the total of those murdered; since to you and your loathsome ilk they’re simply collateral damage and to your sort of no value and their lives of no consequence at all. And why so? Because of your imperialistic and white supremacist exceptionalism and the stark fact that these people aren’t white Caucasians as you and your murdering lot are.

You want security in Britain you say David Richards? Then here’s my blunt advice to you and other likeminded white Caucasian morons. Get the fuck out of other peoples’ countries where you march in uninvited; stay out of them; and stop meddling in their affairs! Quite simple really!