Boris, Brexit and dying intestate revisited

Self-explanatory

 

By Stanley Collymore

 

Travelling recently on a scheduled, designated and an hour

long journey on the No.23 Metrobus from Horsham in

West Sussex to the seaside resort and popular oft-

visited, whatever the weather, coastal town of

Worthing in the same English county, I had no choice

but to listen, like several other passengers in my

position, pretty evidently apart from me, all

of us regrettably within earshot of a very

loud and intrusive conversation being

carried on by these three unmarried mothers jointly

in their late twenties: discernibly between them

babies and toddlers aplenty but, quite visibly

as well, not a solitary wedding ring in place

on any of the usual fingers of these three

white women’s - to the unmistakeably

twaddle that this dim-witted, bigoted

and very cerebrally challenged trio

was noisily and stupidly voicing

 

Apparently, a local widower and neighbour of one of these

three women, and the evident informant in this conversation,

had recently died but with no known surviving relations

to succeed him, as he personally had no children,

either biologically or adopted, of his own.

What of? The other two women simultaneously

questioned. “No one knows for sure!” came

the rapid and candid response from the

first woman. Adding definitively:

“As without doubt I can most

certainly tell you he was a

discreet and a very private man! However,

there’s widespread and continual gossip

around our entire council estate that

whatever it was that principally

killed him, was something

or other, that likewise

caused him clearly

to die intestate.”

 

“Poor man!” opined the second woman. “How old was he?”

“Fifty three,” replied the informant. “And less of the

poor man, please!” she cautioned. “Who was

nothing more than a bloody do-gooder

to each and every immigrant known to be infesting our

country with their various and unwanted presences

here, and especially those who’re shamelessly,

regularly and most greedily sponging off

our hard-earned, paid for but now

under great pressure because

of them National Social

Security System, in

each and every

possible way.”

 

“When, instead, he should have been reporting them to

the proper authorities as well as concentrating on

and seriously helping his own English people

as any right-minded and patriotic person

like us would reasonably have done.

And, therefore, it won’t surprise me in the least

if this intestate infection that he contracted

and, which finally killed him, wasn’t

some incurable, brought into this

country, non-white disease

which he undoubtedly

caught from his

immigrant

friends.”

 

“I couldn’t agree with you more,” the third woman butted in.

“And why exactly it was that I voted for Brexit first time

round and then plumped for the Conservative Party

and Boris Johnson, of course, as my preferred and likeminded

prime minster in the just held December 12, 2019 General

Elections, and wouldn’t in a month of Sundays have

wasted my prized vote on Labour or for Jeremy

Corbyn. For Boris will definitely sort these

loathsome immigrants and foreigners

out for certain, and unrepentantly

swiftly pack them all back off

to wherever the hell it was

they came from initially.”

 

“Just as Enoch Powell with the help of the Trade Unions

and those decent working class men and women who

marched for him would obviously have done, if

those lily-livered Tories and stupid Labour

voters then had had the balls and the gumption to

let Enoch do what every sensible person at the

time, and as they do now, well know was

the right and proper thing to do. Take

back our nation from these greedy, sponging,

undeserving, useless foreigners and aliens

and create once more a proud United

Kingdom suitable for people like

us, who are definitely superior

human beings and distinctly

white British Caucasians!”

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

17 December 2019.

 

 

Author’s Remarks:

When you have three women like these, symptomatic of their white majority kind across the length and breadth of Britain who in their perverse delusions not only consider themselves to be members of some supposedly human master race but who don’t even know what intestate means, and principally considers it to be an exceedingly incurable and immigrant transmitted disease, is it any wonder then that a Britain infested by their sort and run by likeminded, toxic and lowlife vermin is the s**t-house that it fundamentally is?

 

And no apologies, whatsoever, from this author!