FEAR!
By Stanley Collymore
What is fear? Nothing that I
personally concern myself
about or in my upbringing
that I was ever instructed or actually
encouraged to concern myself with;
and a principle that I shall basically
resolutely and sensibly too, adhere
to and furthermore very irrefutably
know that I always shall. But quite
studiously, distinctively observing
other people and discernibly their
very individual, and too collective
reactions to fear, these then truly
are the quite, logical conclusions
that I’ve unquestionably reached.
There is, for instance, the rather
consciously believed and thus
innate fear of parents, often
the mother, that the children whom
they significantly, intentionally and
actually, accordingly planned then
evidently quite lovingly conceived
that unfortunately, one or actually
quite distinctly and literally worse
still, both of these parents maybe
most sadly, won’t be afforded the
much anticipated by them, lovely
expectation of essentially, jointly
seeing, their children delightfully
mature, and rather appropriately
also likewise cheerfully develop
into adulthood, and evidently so
because that said parent rather
unfortunately is evidently sadly
dying of a terminal illness, that
undeniably, does preclude that
cherished likelihood, occurring.
Then there’s the arrogant and
contrived fear of the overtly
ambitious, quite intensely
narcissistic, utterly self-centred and
a most egregiously, undeniably too,
graspingly avaricious and similarly
too, basically egotistical politician
constantly bemoaning to his very
nepotistic, cronyism, and literally
sundry other hangers-on friends
and his pleasing acquaintances
that patently and rather unfairly
he or she, most probably, won’t
now become, the PM of Britain
or as a birth citizen essentially
of the USA effectively too that
country’s President solely not
from basically, quite distinctly
evident, unsuitabilities solidly
on their part very requisite to
the general requirements for
these specific positions, but
definitely so, because of the
intense envy quite evidently
rather basically, maliciously
drummed up by opponents!
And clearly surmised by those with
inimical intentions towards one’s
distinctively, justifiable political
ambitions; ambitions not singularly for
one’s self but very crucially, and rather
advantageously also for the essential
betterment obviously of their crucially
beloved, and quite respected country
together with its invaluable, citizenry.
Oh really! Well please forgive me for
I must differ– regarding this glowing
personal soliloquy. Because, reality
is essentially, effectively different in
respect of, such brazen charlatans,
whose only interest, once in power
are actually themselves; their own
families; individual friends; varsity
pals, and all sycophantic cronies!
But much more intriguing I truly
find while likewise disturbingly
also, in that analytic process,
are the ardently avid social climbers,
those unrelentingly, absolutely quite
deeply steeped in their endemically
inured rampant and brownnosingly
monarchical sycophancy, together
too with their intensely adhered to
and essentially, thoroughly idiotic,
so-called upholding, of purported
traditional British values– literally
and irrefutably also, Middle Ages
outmoded classism, so evidently
deeply embedded still in this the
21st Century and which stupidly
these undoubtedly intellectually
challenged and crucially lowlife
morons are so completely, very
enamoured with. That death to
them is much more fitting, and
even welcoming than this very
fearful prospect, of effectively
and permanently really having
to abandon their precious but
very pathetic British classism.
(C) Stanley V. Collymore
7 March 2023.
Author's Remarks:
So what are your personal and genuinely nightmarish fears; you know the ones that you'd be wholly mortified by if they ever got into the public domain and moreover, systematically ruined you for good, just like Jimmy Savile's reputation was was, although his antics were deliberately so only released after his death for obvious reasons not the least bit associated solely with him.
What then, if your similarly farcical, disingenuous, utterly dishonest and laughably "whiter" than white, sordid, criminal, financial irregularities and the other unsavoury aspects of your concertedly projected and even PR proselytized lives were shown to be completely different from what you make your pathetic, adept social climbing and societally "posh" selves to be?
Think of all the money that the Daily Mail could make in clicks from its trolls were this to happen; or maybe not - as neither the Daily Mail writers nor their owners are above reproach!
