There Is No Special Relationship Between The United States Of America And Britain. So Get Over It Delusional Brits! Poem by Professor Dr. Stanley Collymore

There Is No Special Relationship Between The United States Of America And Britain. So Get Over It Delusional Brits!



By Stanley Collymore

All Britons need to get off,
and practically so, their
rather asinine high
horses! You have delusions
of grandeur; but they are
evidently yours, no one
else's! Since in reality
yours is a very small,
irrelevant off-shore
European country;
and each day that
passes becomes
hugely, more so.
So guess what?
Brexit: and its
all embraced
white-racist
xenophobic
attitudes - rather sick,
immensely pathetic,
assuredly twisted,
inimical political
actions wilfully
assist only to
readily, also
help these
notorious
actions!

(C)Stanley V. Collymore
10 November 2020.


Author's Comments:
I have to laugh out loud; not with but discernibly at what I'm observing in the UK and which realistically could rival the best of the late Benny Hill's comedy scripts. The principal difference being that I liked Benny Hill!

This shambles though of a UK government conjoined with the official political Opposition equally displaying incompetence at every conceivable level genuinely beggars belief. And atop of this shambles is an hereditary monarchical system just as vile and out of touch with reality, headed by a 95 year old nonengenarian dim wit with self-evidently no discernibly outstanding personal or any kind of intellectual capabilities.

Other than, that is, firmly ensconsing herself, even increasingly so in her old age, in a mendaciously embedded Dark Ages mindset, as well as a distinctly non-democratic, hereditary bubble, where fawning to her, in the most obsequious manner, of the most sickeningly odious kind, is an essential prerequisite for supposedly societal advancement.

An unremarkable, to say the very least, old hag who doesn't have the intelligence or the basic, requisite adaptability to recognize and accept that this is the 21st Century that we're living in. Not medieval Britain, as she and her rather incestuously inbred, serial adulterous, devoid of all moral rectitude, incredibly dysfunctional and a solidly Nazi, racist encased, Germanic family assume that it is.

And consequently in hers and their own utterly sick and twisted minds, that personal status and purportedly self-worth are themselves measured only by one's unqualified sycophancy to her and the rest of her white tribe. And not least so because of their sole distinctive, basically inalienable and unquestionable divine right through birth to be who, what and where they are.

Well, sorry to dent your narcissistic ego Elizabeth Mountbatten-Windsor, but your views of the world, as well as those of your endemic sycophants couldn't be more wrong! And let's not forget that the quite arrogant French monarchy, as indeed your husband and close biological cousin Philip's very own relatives in Tzarist Russia, also idiotically believed the very same. And, alas, history tells us what so graphically and contemptously happened to them!

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