Boris, Brexit and dying intestate revisited

 
By Stanley Collymore
 
Travelling recently on a scheduled, designated and an hour  
long journey on the No.23 Metrobus from Horsham in  
West Sussex to the seaside resort and popular oft-
visited, whatever the weather, coastal town of  
Worthing in the same English county, I had no choice  
but to listen, like several other passengers in my  
position, pretty evidently apart from me, all  
of us regrettably within earshot of a very  
loud and intrusive conversation being  
carried on by these three unmarried mothers jointly  
in their late twenties: discernibly between them  
babies and toddlers aplenty but, quite visibly  
as well, not a solitary wedding ring in place
on any of the usual fingers of these three  
white women’s - to the unmistakeably  
twaddle that this dim-witted, bigoted  
and very cerebrally challenged trio  
was noisily and stupidly voicing  
 
Apparently, a local widower and neighbour of one of these  
three women, and the evident informant in this conversation,  
had recently died but with no known surviving relations  
to succeed him, as he personally had no children,  
either biologically or adopted, of his own.  
What of? The other two women simultaneously  
questioned. “No one knows for sure!” came  
the rapid and candid response from the  
first woman. Adding definitively:  
“As without doubt I can most  
certainly tell you he was a  
discreet and a very private man! However,  
there’s widespread and continual gossip  
around our entire council estate that  
whatever it was that principally  
killed him, was something  
or other, that likewise  
caused him clearly
to die intestate.”
 
“Poor man!” opined the second woman. “How old was he?”  
“Fifty three,” replied the informant. “And less of the  
poor man, please!” she cautioned. “Who was  
nothing more than a bloody do-gooder  
to each and every immigrant known to be infesting our  
country with their various and unwanted presences  
here, and especially those who’re shamelessly,  
regularly and most greedily sponging off  
our hard-earned, paid for but now  
under great pressure because  
of them National Social  
Security System, in  
each and every  
possible way.”
 
“When, instead, he should have been reporting them to  
the proper authorities as well as concentrating on  
and seriously helping his own English people  
as any right-minded and patriotic person  
like us would reasonably have done.  
And, therefore, it won’t surprise me in the least  
if this intestate infection that he contracted  
and, which finally killed him, wasn’t  
some incurable, brought into this  
country, non-white disease  
which he undoubtedly  
caught from his  
immigrant  
friends.”
 
“I couldn’t agree with you more,” the third woman butted in.  
“And why exactly it was that I voted for Brexit first time  
round and then plumped for the Conservative Party  
and Boris Johnson, of course, as my preferred and likeminded  
prime minster in the just held December 12, 2019 General  
Elections, and wouldn’t in a month of Sundays have  
wasted my prized vote on Labour or for Jeremy  
Corbyn. For Boris will definitely sort these  
loathsome immigrants and foreigners  
out for certain, and unrepentantly  
swiftly pack them all back off  
to wherever the hell it was  
they came from initially.”
 
“Just as Enoch Powell with the help of the Trade Unions  
and those decent working class men and women who  
marched for him would obviously have done, if  
those lily-livered Tories and stupid Labour  
voters then had had the balls and the gumption to  
let Enoch do what every sensible person at the  
time, and as they do now, well know was  
the right and proper thing to do. Take  
back our nation from these greedy, sponging,  
undeserving, useless foreigners and aliens  
and create once more a proud United  
Kingdom suitable for people like  
us, who are definitely superior  
human beings and distinctly  
white British Caucasians!”
 
© Stanley V. Collymore
17 December 2019.
 
 
Author’s Remarks:
When you have three women like these, symptomatic of their white majority kind across the length and breadth of Britain who in their perverse delusions not only consider themselves to be members of some supposedly human master race but who don’t even know what intestate means, and principally considers it to be an exceedingly incurable and immigrant transmitted disease, is it any wonder then that a Britain infested by their sort and run by likeminded, toxic and lowlife vermin is the shit-house that it fundamentally is?
 
And no apologies, whatsoever, from this author!