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By Stanley Collymore

Courtesy and unbounded respect for others

come naturally to some individuals although

regrettably not so I must say to the overwhelming

majority of people nowadays, as is most unhappily the

case. And as for altruism this particular nomenclature

is like wise a notable characteristic that sadly too

one must honestly express the obvious point of

view that these purblind jobsworths would

and invariably do find it quite impossible to

recognize, logically acknowledge as the

laudable concept which it undoubtedly

is, let alone be able to personally

or in any way even remotely

empathize with anything

directly associated

with it.

But even the most seemingly barren,

speciously empty or acutely forbidding of

human deserts with their fiercely hostile

terrain of incompetence and

mediocrity are nevertheless known,

if one is sufficiently accomplished

at spotting the telltale signs amidst this

evident desolation they calculatedly

harness and sponsor, to reveal

of their own a flourishing

oasis of excellence

and consummate

productivity.

And you Katie Marl with an impressive and astute

combination of shrewdness, skilled discernment,

composed discourse and unassailable commonsense

concomitantly and unassumingly overlaid with

a perceptive insight and comprehensive

understanding of the needs of others,

are in every sense: professionally

as well as individually, a

singular asset to your

employer and a

blessed gift to

humanity.

© Stanley V. Collymore

6 May 2013.

Footnote:

Katie Marl is an employee of MoneySupermarket.com.

By Stanley Collymore

Throughout my life there has never been a murmur

of complaint from my lips when things didn’t

go my way; I simply accepted my failure,

examine where I’d gone wrong

and started all over again.

So why then should I be compelled to feel sorry

for and, what’s more, give every assistance

that I can from my meagre resources to

those that likewise mess up, but with

the crucial difference that their

privileged upbringing has

tutored them all their selfish lives never to

accept responsibility for anything other

than what is manifestly beneficial or

financially advantageous to them,

and who I know would under

no circumstance, however

small or big the adversity

I experience, ever do

the same for me?

Welcome therefore to the reality of the 21^st Century

where corporate profits are studiously regarded as

the exclusive ownership of the corporations

and their shareholders but the massive

debts they rack up through their

reckless greed, incompetence and criminal

impunity, recurrently granted full immunity

by our venal and dishonest lawmakers,

become the sole burden of the hard-

-done-by taxpayers and ordinary

citizens. Privatized profits

definitively; but socialist

debts in perpetuity!

© Stanley V. Collymore

21 April 2013.

Footnote:

Welcome to the reality of the 21^st Century where corporate profits are studiously regarded as the exclusive property of the corporations and their shareholders, but their massive debts caused through their reckless greed, incompetence and criminality for which they bear no responsibility become the sole burden of the hard-done-by taxpayers and ordinary citizens. Privatized profits; socialist debts!

By Stanley Collymore

I regularly lied to and routinely as well cheated on

you; cruelly betrayed the unstinting trust you’d

so explicitly placed in me because I knew it

could be easily done, and besides I’d

arrogantly and egotistically convinced

myself that I was God’s gift to men

and therefore making out with

them was the most natural

thing for me to do.

Quite assured in myself that if any

gossipmongers were to apprise

you of what was going on I could

boldly look you in the eyes with faked

offence, tearfully despise what they were

saying and pointedly demand of you: “Who

do you believe, me your wife or them?”

Already fully aware of what your

reply would be, because of the

trust that you’d so faithfully

and unquestioningly

placed in me.

But in conducting myself in this entirely

self-centred and rather appalling way

I hadn’t reckoned on the vengeful

retaliation of Fate: patiently

standing in the wings

and surveying it all;

then having witnessed more than

enough of this intentional deceit

that I’d played out on you and

quite naturally appalled by

it decided to step in.

Calculatedly arranging while I was

in the throes of making love to you,

bodily there in bed beside you

but passion-wise psychologically

elsewhere, for me to inadvertently call

out the name of one of my many lovers.

A name that you were very familiar

with and unsurprisingly so, for it

was dishonourably that of your

sibling and younger brother.

© Stanley V.Collymore

18 April 2013.