What's not to learn? Unless you're a vile recipient or an aspiring one of the UK's egregiously inequitable class system!

 
By Stanley Collymore

I don't believe for a moment
in the divine rights of any
human being, let alone
hereditary monarchs.  
For it's an outmoded, medieval,
repressive and an inequitable
concept, and practice, which  
has no place whatsoever in
the 21st Century.  And also
it's a flat out lie. So, if you
really, consider yourself  
either as, or else desire
to be a spokes-person
for the British people  
or merely a segment  
of our population  -  
as apart from expressing your
personal point of view as an  
ordinary citizen or subject,
take your pick, of the UK,
which you clearly have  
every right to and that
unequivocally, I most  
conscionably so and
admittedly respect!

First rid yourself of your
exclusively privileged  
and vile, hereditary  
status, so attendant with its
sick sycophancy, evidently
focused towards yourself
and parasitical demands
on the public purse and
too with the multiplicity
of distinctly numerous,
other visibly, relatedly
one-sided benefits, as
customarily obtained
by you, from actually  
being the consummate and
also the keen, hereditarily  
self-serving and devoted
acquirer, in every bit of  
this; when, undeniably
to all those with clear
eyes, which sensibly
want to realistically
see, it clearly then  
would be a smart
beginning, for an
inept, overrated
and a cossetted
lot first to really  
practically earn
a proper living  
and positively,
fully embrace:
the true ethos
of Democracy
linked solidly
to a virtuous
Meritocracy.

(C) Stanley V. Collymore  
1 May 2021.


Author's Remarks:
As a highly intelligent, well educated, essentially multifaceted, discernibly mentally liberated; a distinctly proud and abundantly quite consummate unafraid Black man - truly unafraid of anyone or anything, and that also includes Death itself: which actually is an inevitability to all of us. So why then fear something that you simply cannot dispense with, and ought rather instead make your engagement with it a pleasurable and fitting one?

Where were you before you came into this world - you don't know the answer to that one - so why then are you so petrified this current existence of yours?

Why not more sensibly embrace and welcome death's inevitable presence, and in the meantime make the most beneficially and rather productively of what life itself has to favourably offer - if you were to stop being the epitome of evil personified that you evidently are  - as I've been so fortunately, intelligently, practically and most gratefully from my birth been taught and encouraged to do and accordingly have always fundamentally done throughout a most fulfilling and thankfully also a rewarding life.

Not a pseudo or fraudulently one as so many of you characteristically warped nerds with your distinctly delusional master race notions born actually of your own myriad inadequacies, and ludicrously linked to a sin pigment which you had nothing to do with, no input as it were, or could you remotely have played any part in doing so. And in itself taking into account the noxious exaggerated importance that you racist morons attach to it, is quite pathetic in the extreme.

All the more so as a preponderance of you white, old, overweight - or put bluntly quite disgustingly fat - ugly, menopausal Karens; your distinctly likeminded male, beer-bellied and frequently too cuckolded and generally azoospermiac male equivalents, and similarly also what offspring that you obligingly but oh so irresponsibly being into this world and euphemistically share among yourselves - trafficking and paedophilia readily come to mind - don't really know or have any realistic clue who your biological fathers are, and DNA tests won't generally help as often your biological mothers don't know themselves. The likes, for example, of staunch racists like Andrew Pierce, columnist at the Daily Mail and also Michael Gove, Sarah Vine's husband. It doesn't deter them however, from quite idiotically peddling their blatantly asinine white supremacist and master race narratives. Some master race when you don't even know the basics of  who you really are!  

And incredibly so to gain traction for this and additionally much hoped for relevance in their dotage years too, you speciously have all these basically washed up has-beens of the grotesquely old, patently ugly, fat, wrinkly and discernibly too ugly ilk of the odious likes of Scottish expatriate living in France - so much for being Brexit British - Andrew Neil and Jeremy Clarkson jumping on any convenient bandwagon that will accord them, however fleetingly, the craving relevance which they're obsessively in pathetic demand of.

A laughing stock, not necessarily they alone if anyone outside of Britain has ever heard of them, but what's rather clearly symptomatic of Britain, to the rest of the caring world, and equally too anyone inside of the UK who's endowed with a functioning brain and intelligently knows how to use it!





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