The nature and actions of rabid dogs inevitably kill them; so why willingly let them destroy you too?

    
By Stanley Collymore    
   
Why is it that some clearly intelligent    
and rational persons nevertheless    
get in a huff and temporarily, at    
least, lose all sense of reason    
as well as a normally clear-    
sighted and objective perspective    
on points although seemingly  of    
some legitimate consequence,    
in truth are of no comparable    
or any immense importance    
that's feasible, whatsoever.    
Allowing themselves in a    
spirited replication to be    
senselessly wound up    
by the very offensive,    
immoral, blameable,    
dissolute, sick,  vile    
and similarily also    
the supportably,    
puerile actions    
and imbecilic,    
daily articles    
   
routinely prescribed by graspingly    
greedy, totally unsconcionable    
and thoroughly self-serving    
MSM baron-owners and    
editorial chiefs to their fawningly    
tasked, easily bought and as    
such explicitly expected to    
always do as they're told    
minion hacks; who are    
themselves likewise    
keenly involved in    
the desensitized    
and insultingly    
dominant control of their    
plethora of irrefutably    
brain-dead and, as    
well, mainly white    
underclass and    
always racist,    
xenophobic    
plebeians!      
   
(C) Stanley V. Collymore    
30 April 2020.    
   
   
Author's Remarks:    
At the age of 10 years and on the eve of starting my secondary education at the prestigious Alleyne Grammar School in Barbados - which is the second oldest such secondary educational istitution not only within Barbados itself and the whole of the Caribbean but also across the entirety of the so-called New World of the three Americas; the oldest, which is Harrison's College, is also located in Barbados - my beloved Mama, who in effect is my Maternal Grandmother and that is what I have always effectionately called her from the moment that I could speak, such was always the unbreakable bond between the two of us, lovingly had me sat down on the veranda of her large and delightful home as she leisurely ensconced herself in her favourite rocking chair.    
   
And amid the gentle and rather hypnotic roar, carried by the wind, of the Atlantic Ocean just a half of a mile distance way, as it most assiduously and quite continuously washed the shores of this picturesque and totally unspoilt, as it still is to this very day, north-eastern area of Barbados and where our principal family homes were and are still located, quite engagingly, as was only to be expected - for such was always the nature of our remarkable and outstandingly close relationship - Mama had a most compellingly instructional and thoroughly delightful conversation with me which enlighteningly covered a diversity of completely relevant subject areas.    
   
And one of these subject areas concerned my own safety and how I should respond when confronted with racists or those suffering under their own delusional burden of white superiority and a sick and twisted sense of their privileged entitlement.    
   
"Walk away or take evasive action," Mama told me, "whenever you see trouble coming; for it makes no sense at all to consciously martyr yourself on the altar of someone else's stupidity!" - (Copyright: Stanley V. Collymore).    
   
Advice that I've conscientiously heeded throughout my life. But don't be fooled by that admission! As I'm nobody's coward and never will be! For there's an addendum to what Mama intelligently told me, that I have always just as sedulously held in reserve and has effectively worked for me, but consciously choose not to reveal.