Convenient altruism - the art of actually acquiring though wary of giving!

Convenient altruism - the art of actually acquiring though wary of giving!

A Poem by COLLYMORE
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Self-explanatory.

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By Stanley Collymore

Altruism: a lovely and euphoniously
sounding word, with excellent
connotations! That said,
do many of today's rather fatuous and
exceedingly selfish human beings, in
whatever global, and specifically so
western populations that basically
they live in, truthfully know of this
word let alone what it undeniably
truly means and would be rather
comfortable with its undoubted
essentially evidently, distinctive
significance, being so explicitly
actually made known to them?

What about charities - those who
contribute to, work for, help out
with, unquestionably produce,
organize and obviously run them, some
of you doubtlessly and possibly angrily
might say? They work relentlessly and
assiduously hard to maintain altruism
in sway and its egregious adversaries
like selfish arrogance, and egocentric
pecuniary loftiness at bay don't they?
Ostensibly undeniably so, others will
swiftly but guardedly say, but please
don't frenziedly distinctly get carried
away with this abundantly, specious
notion rather persistently on display
and obviously regarding all of these
charities singularly and collectively!

And which likewise, both self-
servingly and not at all that
unsurprisingly, is actually
rather generally quite consciously but
clearly also, erroneously and publicly
untruthfully, willingly proselytized by
them, fittingly so unquestionably on
account, that literally unadulterated
altruism isn't basically why many, if
not literally, a phenomenal majority
of these charities are effectively in
business these days, undoubtedly!

(C) Stanley V. Collymore
13 September 2023.



Author's Remarks:
Altruism is the unselfish regard for, and which is itself usually conjoined with a distinctively genuine devotion to the welfare of others. And quite essentially does unequivocally refer to a quality innately possessed by people whose focus invariably is on something other than themselves.

Distinctively, I'm not going to waste valuable time and energy on my part nick picking about why some institutions, organizations; influential and most glaring so very unwarrantedly privileged persons, whether individually or concomitantly with close family members and, likewise, so-called celebrities actually set up their own charities or alternatively willingly permit themselves to freely and ostentatiously become the poster representatives or "patrons" representative of such charities!

Likewise, I've far better things to do and constructively contemplate on than uncharacteristically for me, fatuously speculating about and castigating individuals, whether I know them or more likely don't, who take to both bellicosely and vitriolically lambasting charities which they specifically and most inanely, selectively choose to toxically and unwarrantedly denounce for what such charities are most industriously and quite commendably doing.

So why have I written this poem? For quite some time now and still ongoingly so, the worst specimens of lowlife human beings one could envisage finding anywhere and which attendantly infest, most unsurprisingly, large swathes of purportedly self-descriptive but highly laughably indigenous white Britons, in a country where the vast majority of them are the consequence of  multiple European immigration: a consequence of European pogroms, religious persecution and essentially two European conflagrations vainglorious described as World Wars 1 and 2; generations evidently past and literally, relatively current, denouncing and even threatening the RNLI - The Royal National Lifeboat Institution - whose philosophy as a charity is that it non-discriminatorily saves the lives of anyone who're evidently endangered at sea; but in these specific  individuals' case for daring to rescue and inevitably save the lives of stranded and even drowning would-be non-white migrants to the UK; and specifically so human beings thoroughly in danger of drowning in the English Channel.

Vitriol that specifically seeks to coerce both the supporters as well as clearly those financial contributors to the RNLI that exists purely on charitable donations and contributions from compassionate individuals that significantly assist in keeping this charitable organization afloat, to actively  and permanently desist from further doing so; and in these antagonists' sick and distorted minds cause the RNLI to go defunct, unless, of course, it gives a specific public undertaking not to further rescue non-white would-be immigrants to Britain or even others who likewise have a non-Caucasian complexion.

Would-be immigrants by the way, who are evidently perceived as mere  sub-human detritus, but in actual reality are the conscious victims of the series of illegal and barbaric wars waged on their own countries with sheer exploitation of their natural resources in mind while turning these people into stateless refugees for the most part, from countries within the Middle East, notably Iraq, as well as other locations like Afghanistan and Libya in North Africa by the colonialist minded likes of Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, Theresa May, David Cameron and naturally the Americans.

No such antipathy though to the Ukrainians who World War II Waffen SS units and Nazi entrenched philosophy were quite devastating not only to Britain but likewise the grandparents and parents of those who fortunately sought and were given refuge in Britain, but most ironically who offspring, ludicrously passing themselves off as "indigenous Brits" - yes some of them were born in the UK, speak English and even change their names to make them sound authentically English, scum like TOM BAUER for instance who changed his name to BOWER and MICHAEL HECHT, father an illegal Romanian immigrant deported from Britain twice but was allowed to stay in the UK on his third attempt because of the intensity of the war, who changed his name to HOWARD, became an aspirant PM of Britain, but conveniently forgot his roots when it came to wanting perceived N*****s and specifically West Indians out of Britain, although many were born in the UK, and all of them were British citizens anyway, having been otherwise born in Britain's colonial territories  and it was their blood sweat and tears that made Britain what it actually became - but nevertheless invited to return after they had gone home after World War II in which they courageously and altruistically fought on behalf of Britain, to help rebuild the so-called Mother Country - you know the ones, the so-called but odiously even to this day ill-treated Windrush Generation - that Michael Hecht who goddamned Romanian relatives had never contributed a dime to Britain, couldn't see and still in his dotage doesn't see the irony that surrounds prats like himself and Tom Bauer!

Now we have scum like this lot absolutely reinforced by younger ones of the same ilk castigating people whose resources have massively benefited Britain asininely seeing and literally regarding themselves most pathetically as indigenous Britons earnestly wanting for a truly reputable organization like the RNLI to callously abandon its raison d'etre for being in existence by allowing people on the high seas and who are in mortal danger to die, simply because they're not white Caucasians or perceived as worthy human being; and most ridiculously so by morons who are without a shadow of a doubt toxically ingrained vermin!

© 2023 COLLYMORE


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As per my previous works.

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