Morals are for the plebs apparently; not any so-called royals or other bogus elites!
By Stanley Collymore
In sickeningly fawning and
profoundly class-obsessed
Britain the vast majority
of white Brits, and their
non-white, very Useful Idiots
customarily put supposedly
posh people– they stupidly
perceive as “social betters”
with a specific, hallowed
status normally granted
to all of them, basically
through their accident
of birth and similarly
too, lots of dubiously
personally acquired
essentially through
inheritance solely,
tax—evading lolly—
on completely undeserving
pedestals then laughably
conjure up the fanciful
notions that these contrived
idols of theirs neither can’t
nor, similarly, would they
ever do anything, which
is remotely immoral or
criminally wrong. The
stark reality however
is that these bogusly
assumed, paragons
of virtue are in actuality
no more or any less so
human beings– with
critically good and
also similarly too
discernibly evil
elements that
endemically
can plague
humanity.
(C) Stanley V. Collymore
28 November 2020.
Author's Remarks:
The Saxe-Coburg-Gothe-Mountbatten-Windsors are an interesting test case of dirty "royals", who undeniably are as common as muck in actuality. And most categorically so, not the worthy role models they, their fawning social climbing cronies, and systemically in every regard too inured scycophantic serfs and at best subjects - never ever citizens - like to pretend they are, and have rational people think the same.
Has anyone ever thought to seriously test the distinctive - no joking - Palace water supply? As quite self-evidently this familial lot's overall clandestine, rampantly adulterous, care-free love children begetting offspring and the rest of it are rather mindboggling clear. Also, when one realistically factors into this quite disgustingly lascivious equation Porchey, Betty and Andy for example and rather similarly too the summation of Mount- Bottom nephew Philip's Remarks reportedly about his own daughter Anne, to the effect that: "If it doesn't eat oats and farts, Anne isn't interested!" Presumably her lover Peter Cross, while she was married to Mark Phillips, did both of these things!
A gu, rather evidently, looking for a stable relationship and clearly ended up with a horsey mare.
