Remembrance Sunday– the perennial virtue signalling charade the war mongers love to play!
By Stanley Collymore
Remembering those that quite
genuinely fought for what
they simply earnestly
and honestly thoroughly believed in and
subsequently paid for, with the distinct
loss of their individual, and undeniably
collective lives, the obviously ultimate
penalty for doing so is one thing, and
undoubtedly, a simply commendable
praiseworthily endorsement of them
essentially on your part! Sanctifying,
however, in addition to quite literally
rather unquestionably grotesquely,
macabrely, effectively hypocritically
and asininely in the most odious of
virtue signalling stunts; lauding the
surfeit of discernibly brain-washed
sheep and basically, the irrefutably
quite purposely organized, cannon
fodder that went on and still, quite
regrettably, actually do to this very
day, is really essentially an entirely
different ethical matter altogether.
Most of those who obligingly
sacrificed their lives, both
in so-called World Wars
1 and 2, which were themselves clearly
nothing less than asininely internecine
squabbles, amongst the transparently
unquestionably evidently parasitically
obscenely rich, basically disgustingly
privileged, and irrefutably discernibly
too, odiously self-entitled– generally
the actually identical, class of scum
that pathetically, and most cynically
caused both these conflicts but too
made undoubtedly and impeccably
certain, that what quite scandalous
dying, which clearly inevitably was
occasioned didn’t impact on either
themselves, their family members,
their nepotistic hangers-on or their
acquired grotesquely phenomenal
wealth so earnestly looked after -
didn’t then, nor do their essentially
likeminded offspring now, think
any differently effectively in
terms of their discernibly very crucially
marked lack of respect for, or actually
any realistic or genuine empathy with
today’s offspring of those still duped
but still quite thoroughly dependable,
and dispensable cannon fodder, that
now as in the past their very kind of
unquestionably, actually definitively
quite ultra-superciliously privileged,
and self-entitled characters, clearly
gratuitously, and uninhibitedly also
assign to their ritualized slaughter!
(C) Stanley V. Collymore
11 November 2023.
Author's Remarks:
"Where ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be wise." Thomas Gray’s "Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College” 1742.
Essentially, the more knowledge one has and effectively acquire, the greater is the inevitability that the prospect of one's grief and likelihood of disappointment do really become starker; because such knowledge in the hands of the evidently intellectually challenged, dim-witted and readily gullible does invariably engender a state of affairs of the conscious awareness by them of having been, and still are, consistently, wantonly and unscrupulously being used, and all this also coupled with the forlorn realization that all they are, or have really effectively thought they were, conjoined with what they did, and still do, in this life will essentially and inevitably turn to dust. And In essence they were unquestionably much better off not knowing about any of this stuff; and distinctively why they’re so easily, and quite systematically, used.
