We're stolid and mature, white Britons not feckless and flamboyant African-Americans, Meghan!

By Stanley Collymore

Quite sickeningly to us white and sober Brits, even if
on our part rather duplicitiously so, they're a total
discredit to us all; and however it's viewed
there's no getting away from it! Always
publicly holding hands, constantly and insufferably
forever smiling at each other, while persistently
and seemingly inescapably so unable tostop
themselves from being so constantly lovey-
dovey! Utterly disgusting to see, these
overt and public displays of rather
unconstrained demonstrations
of what, at best, to us palinly
and obviously restrained
very British observants
certainly ought to be
private and, even
then, severely
constricted
emotions.

Genuine though they may be to Harry and Meghan;
even so, to all responsible Britons who fervently
and quite sensibly disapprove of such blatant,
most common and completely unnecessary
open displays of what surely should simply be,
and then distinctly only discretionary to all
responsible British persons, actions of the
uttermost privacy, jointly Meghan and
Harry have nevertheless through the
process of what's clearly childish,
and most glaringly troublesome
irresponsibility, significantly
grostequely distortedwhat
should be discreet marital
affection into what has
disgustingly by them,
and utterly despairingly for all
us true British, become an
overzealous spectacle of
their dissolute and very
licentious exposition!

And what's even more irritating in all of this,
is that Harry and Meghan are indisputably
a married couple, and between them are
the biological parents of a consciously
planned almost one year old son Archie;
and therefore shouldn't be exhibiting,
much less so take to brazenly and
publicly, flaunting their tawdry
personal affections so openly;
and doing so incredibly in,
of all places, the United
Kingdom! For we are
unmistakably, and
most proudly so,
sophisticated Britons not flippant
and demonstrably ostentatious
African-Americans! Or God do
forbid, and worst than that
still if it's at all conceivable
literally end up basically
as everyday ordinary
common-o-garden
like everyone else
- human beings?

And forcefully and bluntly put, as well as for
your evidently ill-informed benefit Harry
and Meghan, this sort of unwarranted
behaviour is decidedly non-British,
frightfully common and on balance terribly
embarrassing for us all and specifically
too, our historically, societally class-
structured; inured and deferential
existence; imperialist by divine,
holy commendation; laudably
overseen and trustworthy,
inheritable, monarchical
system; and, of course,
so obviously contrary
to everything which
positively and enduringly
encompasses in all their
embodiment the souls
of us laudably white,
God-enshrined and
categorically also
Caucasians who
perceptibly are
aptly Britons!

Stanley V. Collymore
21 March 2020.


Authors Remarks;
Because of space requirements here, this is a shortened version of my remarks relative to this poem. The full text of those remarks can be accessed and seen in full under the same poem title heading as carried here, on my personal blog. that blog title is ACADEMIC,entry to which is by means of the designation listed below.
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Extract here:
And as being reticent about showing your private British emotions in public, anyone who has observed British women of all ages and social backgrounds abroad know full well that one of the first things they do even before they properly unpack their luggage is to drop their knickers to any available dick or fanny - those who are Dykes - that easily in their cases takes their fancy. And realistically I do know what I'm talking about. For as far back as 1989 having taken a sabbatical from my lecturing position in Germany I returned to my ancestral homeland of Barbados. There I embarked on one of my other professions - journalism with Barbados' leading newspaper: The Nation. Given full scope to do what ever I wanted to I decided to write in my column about the white, British tourists, and most particularly so, the women who came to Barbados.

In the course of a month I interviewed, talked to and observed some 350 British white women never letting on that I was a journalist or British since I'm also very proficient with a Barbadian accent. The locations were diverse; principally on the beach, night clubs and in hotels. And since I'm well known in Barbados I made absolutely sure that anyone who might have inadvertently given the game way was fully apprised of what I was actually doing. The company CEO and my white, female American Editor-in-Chief with whom I had a truly tremendous relationship but had a bet on that I would be rumbled were agog at my audacity and even more so with the stuff that I had amassed.

The article was published with no punches pulled, although of my own volition I had decided not to reveal these females real names which I knew; for even if they hadn't told me I could always get them from my sources which were then and still are in 2020 very extensive for a diversity of reasons that aren't any of your business. And as I'd anticipated the article went virl. The radio and TV networks took it up with accompanying call-in-programmes doing the same.

Even what I'd jovially termed the "financial sharks" on the beaches were complimentary of the article. And with good reason too. Nothing to do with morality. To them if these white British women wanted to come to Barbados and get shagged, or anywhere else in the Caribbean for that matter, fine! However, what pissed these guys off, and many others too, were these white prats airs and graces and what everyone knew that as soon as the holiday ended and these British women headed back to the airport, down came the hypocritical mask endemic to them of females in whose mouths butter figuratively wouldn't have melted. A situation that deceitfully carried on at the airport while they were waiting to check-in and subsequently board their planes. Then carried on as I and others had previously observed over a periods of times on the flights home and behaviour that was firmly entrenched by the time they landed at whatever airport, usually Gatwick, that they were scheduled to arrive at.

And it wasn't only in Barbados that I saw this ludicrous behaviour from these white British women, and why it was that I chose to write about them. For this conduct of theirs was/is replete across the Caribbean and other parts of the world where they go on holiday and encompasses behavioural patterns that I've personally seen for myself.

And don't you dare throw you asinine vitriol  at me that it's sour grapes on my part! Laughable and pathetic that would be as I've never need to go abroad to shag white British women, and furthermore always eschewed doing so as it would be a classic case of taking coals to 'Castle. As the number of such women of all classes and social backgrounds I've slept with at home in Britain were and have always been contemporaneously logged and in minute detail by me; with dates, occasions, circumstances, locations, times, frequency, start date, finish date, marital status - I think you've get the picture - and those logs and clandestine tape recordings audio and video have all been meticulously maintained, are equally so now digitalized. So at any time I can irrefutably prove my point. And all scrupulously done because though British myself I've never - unlike other global women - ever trusted the overwhelming majority of white British women, and in 2020 still don't! As they're fucking hypocrites and I absolutely detest hypocrites. And why too, I've written this poem in defence of Meghan Markle following their vile, malicious, bloody hypocritical and demented attacks on her by these white, female - Dykes included - British scum!

In the end I personally got bored rigidly with them and concentrated on foreign females who were considerably far more - and still are - than their white British counterparts; who understood what lovemaking is all about and I both fervently and enthusiastically embark on it, in marked contrast from what most white British women only know of and expect from their menfolk - nights in the pub, come home horny, feel like a shag and so wham, bang they have a maximum of 5 minutes shagging  and almost instantaneously it's all over.

And readily brings to mind - and I've got her permission to mention her in these remarks as she's still a genuine longstanding friend.  Very much white and English we met when I was in the Roya; Air Force and she attended one of our weekly dances on camp that civilians were allowed to. An adorable lady, she was 25 years old, a secretary and married with two children. But one night she voluntarily told me she was unhappy in her marriage. her full story was as I described earlier. A husband who came home from the pub, had sex with her irrespective of the mood she was in, lasted about 5 minutes and then rolled off her and fell asleep. Two young children by him and not once had she acquired an orgasm through his "sexual" exertions. And she was now seriously contemplating divorcing him.

From friends we eventually became lovers and I suggested she get her husband to go with her to the marriage guidance council and sort his problem out. But she told me that was pointless, as with many white British males he thought he was God's gift to women. They always had sex in the dark with the lights out she said. Then one night her husband came home from the pub as usual and decided to have sex with her. This time leaving the bedroom lights, as she was already in bed, on. When she pointed this out to him he said a mate at the pub had told him how exciting it was with the lights on, so he wanted to test it.

On top of her he started his usual antics as she waited for him to finish; but interesting this time and unusual for him asked her what she was thinking. Brusquely she responded: "I think the ceiling needs painting!" Dumbstruck by her remarks he instantly rolled off her, called her a few choice names, grabbed some blankets from the cupboard and decided to sleep downstairs.

To cut a long story short it had the desired effect for my empowered friend and lover; her husband decided to go with her to the marriage guidance service. I was truly pleased for her as she's a truly superb lady in every way. She eventually told her husband of the affair we had and her reasons for doing so because she didn't want to hide any secrets from him. He told her that it should be him apologizing to her for the crass manner he'd behaved during their marriage. I then honourably offered my sincerest goodbyes to this amazing lady but she was having none of it, and emphatically stated that she wanted us to stay close friends and had told her husband so. He agreed, as we'd mutually - her and me put an end to our romantic relationship - and we STILL ARE! But as far as white, British women are concerned she is very much a unique exception!

And while we evidently share the same nationality, although I see myself as a British citizen and most of their kind regard themselves as British subjects, I honestly don't have any respect whatsoever for the vast majority of these white, British women and equally it's utterly irrelevant to me what they think of me. And it's a sentiment of my part that's widely shared by these beach financial sharks I earlier referred to. And a humorous remark from one of them and that I sited in my article has also gone viral in Barbados and also gained great currency across the Caribbean. In relation to Barbados it states: "Come to Barbados if you wish or must, but preferably on arrival there LEAVE your wallets and take the first available flight back home to Britain!"

No other foreign women of any nationality or race are though of in this disdainful way by Barbadians and other Afro-Caribbeans, for who all know precisely what these white pillocks are; and who even when they're in other peoples' countries can't get away from their bizarre delusions that Britannia rules the world and everyone who doesn't look like them is at best an inferior or at worst a sub-human colonial serf even when they're being fucked by them.

And as one white male Australian recently and quite surprisingly said to me, because I totally detest Australia and what it really represents: "White English women over the age of 50 years are the vilest bitches infesting planet earth." I smiled knowingly and took his remark to also refer to those who'd also migrated Down Under! And these are collectively and white fascist and Nazi rags driven cunts who've got the gall to criticise Meghan and Harry for publicly and commendably showing their love as a married couple for each other.

So here's earnestly wishing you Harry, Meghan and Archie for what these prats have wilfully been most maliciously and barbarously doing to you in the most racist and unwarranted terms, that all these repulsive and endemic , white and principally female lowlifes have a lethal encounter with and similarly do "la danse ultime de la mort avec Covid 19!"