Has Teresa Hanson's now sole marital home risen in value since she murdered her husband?

Self-explanatory.

By Stanley Collymore

If in actuality, Teresa Hanson can
very approvingly to the Karens
and similarly the likeminded
Gammons across Britain intentionally
and obviously rather callously plunge
a kitchen knife, deeply into the chest
of her own husband, and afterwards
actually literally unconcernedly then
very significantly carry on preparing
their Christmas dinner as if nothing
distinctively out of the ordinary had
happened, except obviously having
her husband's blood aptly spewing
all over their kitchen floor; and this
prime act of barbarism discernibly
done to a husband quite obviously
between the two of them of some
34 years standing. Someone, that
Theresa would intriguingly clearly
surprisingly claim was effectively
her complete entire world, and all
this murderous hassle effectively
brought about simply because of
a disagreement between them. I
obviously shudder to think, and I
likewise equally presume, would
any rational and quite intelligent
person, what specifically Teresa
Hanson would've really involved
herself in actually doing, relative
to her husband if she hated him!

This woman, and I'm not simply
saying this glibly but literally
quite seriously, as I once
previously trained and also effectively
worked as a psychiatric nurse, in the
British NHS at what obviously used
to be then Clifton Hospital located
at that time in its own sumptuous
and distinctly appealing spacious
grounds just off the Thursk Road
and similarly too just outside the
Cathedral City of York. Idiotically
sold off, like many others, by the
avaricious Maggie Thatcher and
her Tories! Clifton Hospital: also
England's biggest, and distinctly
oldest mental hospital; crucially
usually, dealing with a hardcore
ingrained plethora of sectioned
lunatics! So, I'm fully cognizant
of and likewise unquestionably
naturally conversant, regarding
what I'm really speaking about.

Teresa Hanson is undoubtedly
in my mind and based on my
own psychiatric experience
an unquestionably evident psychopath
who, like such people, has undeniably
rather significantly convinced herself
that she is actually simply otherwise
than what she distinctively, naturally
most crucially and rather irrefutably
is. And believe you me such people
can be, and are also invariably very
convincing in their evilly seemingly
though quite plausible behavioural
pattern towards all those that they
realistically know and instinctively
too, feel they can basically take in.
And while evidently, the jury didn't
fall for any of it, quite disastrously
nevertheless the court's very own
presiding judge - who so leniently
sentenced Teresa Hanson, to her
measly period of incarceration in
jail - John Thackray, certainly did
and unquestionably also, fittingly
fell for Teresa Hanson's, bullshit;
essentially hook line and sinker!

Just nine years for Teresa Hanson
in the aftermath of her obviously
vile, murderous crime, as she's
safely housed in some quite effectively
cushy, female prison and then actually
when public memories are essentially
dimmed will naturally be paroled and
rather characteristically as far as the
usual English prison service practice  
Is concerned, such women - most of
whom are quite naturally the classic
Karen type will undeniably obviously
and rather crucially, evidently regain
their lost freedom in a literally short
space of time. While significantly in
the same warped and deeply stupid
troubling mindset, the so irrefutably
and unquestionably quite obviously
distinctively categorically and quite
too, obviously discernibly ingrained
psychopath Teresa Hanson, should
have been realistically incarcerated
for the full remainder of her literally
sociopathic and obviously pathetic
psychopathic life in a secure penal,
mental institution - like Broadmoor
or Rampton - and not permitted, as
will happen with her essentially be
able literally, to enjoy the full perks
of an unquestionably rather comfy
prison environment before a quite
expected release on parole in four
years time. What a farce re justice.

(C) Stanley V. Collymore
5 October 2023.


Author's Remarks:
From my formative years I always knew what I principally wanted to be when I became an adult; and that was to be an Academic. Subsequently on my entering Grammar School in Barbados very early really at the age of 10 years, the normal age for general admission was actually 11 years but exceptionally bright pupils were literally put forward earlier by their respective junior school and essentially also with the full support of their actual class teachers and naturally too that of their family members. I was effectively therefore among that very exceptionally talented lot; quite outstandingly passed those exams, I was afterwards officially informed and subsequently allowed my choice of Grammar School.

That school - the Alleyne School - with its Latin motto: Aliis Non Sibi, literally meaning - For Others Not Ourselves - which you can readily Google its quite outstanding history should you actually care to, and I obviously ardently advise and recommend that you do so, was unquestionably the solid foundation of all my distinctly discernible realizations throughout my entire life.  

Equipped with quite absolutely brilliant teachers who made the art of teaching a joy to behold and an experience to be thoroughly enjoyed, even long after leaving school and well into our own adulthood, but rather sadly with them all having very peacefully and evidently contentedly, requisite not only to their own lives and outstanding achievements, but too from the perspective of everyone they came across, regrettably departed this life; they're literally rather effortlessly so, still iconic figures and irrefutably as well legions in all of our lives, as the responses requisite from our Global Aliis Non Sibi and Alleyne School fora, and rather comprehensive social media platforms, do effusively and gratefully show.

Notably among them was Mr. Kenneth G. Doughlin, a most exceptional English Master, Classics Teacher and similarly as well Music Director to those that he taught across those numerous years as initially the Deputy Head certainly when I was a pupil at the Alleyne School and as Headmaster after my departure.

A close friend of my evidently extended family and a specifically commendable neighbour of my darling paternal great aunt, Aunt Mlllie, who lovingly but quite likewise sensibly and responsibly spoilt me greatly throughout my childhood, as well as additionally all her life until at a great age she evidently rather sadly for everyone who knew her simply passed on to be with the other Celestial Angel's but spiritually routinely keeps in touch with me - God eternally bless her soul - and attendantly her husband and my outstanding Godfather, both of whom were unquestionably supportive and rather encouraging too, like my overall remaining family members were, quite thrilled to bits when my Mama literally asked Mr. Doughlin to give me private tuition and quite unhesitatingly he did so!

That helped considerably in my intense learning process and what I would very undoubtedly do in my adulthood. Since knowing that undeniably I wanted to be an Academic, Mr. Doughlin outlined the pitfalls in such a career and graphically outlined how I could and would literally quite successfully overcome them. Far too many people think that teaching is an easy pastime for themselves, in that they can leave school, basically get into a university that would have them, then on obtaining their degree obviously go back into education without having any real experience of life; yet undoubtedly conceitedly deluding themselves that they're experts at dictating to juvenile minds what life is essentially all about. It's not only pure nonsense but likewise clearly incalculably wrong, Mr. Doughlin eruditely and most sensibly stated.

And unquestionably accounts for why I authentically did the jobs that I actually chose to do and which themselves did comprise such diversity: Nursing; the Royal Air Force; also the British Inland Revenue; and additionally Journalism, principally among them but others as well subsidiarily. I'm a qualified youth leader, athletics coach who once did distinctively train aspiring athletes at Wolverhampton and Bilston Athletics Club and additionally also a marriage guidance counsellor; quite distinctly with a plethora of viable work related experience that I could and have taken into the principal career of my life that I've always very keenly but furthermore, patently and similarly successfully have embarked upon, and evidently, fervently thankfully and most gratefully so to one of my life's irrefutably and significantly likewise significantly principal mentors, the indisputably incomparable and also charismatic Mr. Kenneth G. Doughlin!

And why it's my firm belief that judges should likewise be legally obligated to have crucial work and life experiences outside the very incestuous and rather unrealistic life experiences which they quite ludicrously ensconce themselves in. For had Judge John Thackray done so, he distinctly wouldn't have been so gullibly taken in by psychopath Teresa Hanson, to then meet out to her such a very pathetic sentence as he obviously did. And regrettably John Thackray isn’t alone in doing what he asininely did!
"Vita est infinite plus quam sicut vivere est!" - Stanley V. Collymore 1960.

Author's Note

As per previous works.