Stars and Stripes Lowered On The Potomac and The Flying Dutchman Views The Twilight’s Last Gleaming
The ghost of Abraham Lincoln stood solemn and silent beneath the Lincoln Memorial.
25,000 armed troops paraded up and down the streets of Washington DC.
Armed fences and barbed wire and barricades and guard dogs and great seachlights.
Red zones and green zones.
The scene more reminiscent of the capital of a Third World totalitarian dictatorship than the bastion of democracy.
Lincoln watched sadly as the ghost of Ulysses S. Grant commander of the Union Army lowered a Supernatural (invisible to the mortal human eye) Stars and Stripes flag down a mast.
The flag stopped and flew at half mask down a pole.
The ghosts of Josef Stalin and Mao Tse-tung then raised a Supernatural Hammer and Sickle flag (invisible to the mortal human eye) half-way up the mast on another flag pole along the Potomac.
Tomorrow at 12 noon, the handover would be complete.
The Supernatural Stars and Stripes flag would then be lowered to the ground.
And the Supernatural Hammer and Sickle flag would be raised to the top of its flag pole.
. . .
Off the East Coast of the United States of America, the ship known to history and to folklore as the Flying Dutchman sailed into the cove of a small fishing village on the American Atlantic shoreline.
Captain Hendrick Van der Decken stood on deck and watched as the Stars and Stripes flag was lowered on the village flag pole.
This happened at the twilight’s last gleaming.
But there was no rocket’s red glare.
Only the sound of mermaids splashing as they swam away from a land they no longer seemed to recognize.
And a powerful and dense mist descended upon the entire village and its flagpole.
Almost as if indicating in some strange mysterious mystical fashion…
… the flag was not still there.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday January 19h
2020.
Pandora and The Cobblerish Coblynau
Pandora was an actress
An immortal Greek actress
Once pursued by Zeus
She pretended to be impressed by Zeus’ charms
In order that she could steal some ambrosia
And make herself immortal in the process.
But she never gave herself to Zeus
In the way Zeus would have wanted
Being the horny old philandering Olympian
That he was.
The result?
Zeus besmirched her good name
Telling the Greek poet Hesiod (750 to 650 BC)
That Pandora by opening a jar
Had loosed all manners of evil
Upon the world
Pandora’s jar would later become Pandora’s box
In the western collective unconsciousness
After the Renaissance writer Erasmus
In a night of overindulgence in fine Italian wine
Had mistranslated jar as box
In his setting forth down of the tale
The next morning
When the sun rose
And the cock outside his window
Decided to sing all the Baroque musical hit songs
of Christendom all in one setting
Fortunately Erasmus never lived to see
The writing of Eleanor Rigby
Otherwise we might all think
That Eleanor Rigby
Kept her face
In a box
By the door
Pandora had heard that Charles Laughton and Vincent Price
Were making a movie down in Mexica
So she had gone there
In the Year of Our Lord 1949
And on this night
She stood alongside a piano
In an elegant Mexican cantina
Behind her was a statue of the Greek god Dionysus
Carrying some exotic fruits on his head
(Fruits that would later corrupt a promising young writer
Truman Capote)
The statue was in fact the real Greek god Dionysus
Who had been turned to stone by a very realistic portrait
painted of Medusa the Gorgon
By the usually abstract surrealist painter Pablo Picasso
On the other side of the piano
Was a violinist who played the violin
And dreamed of being Don Quixote
Next to him was a bass player
Who played the bass
And dreamed of being an ice fisherman
Playing the piano was a Charles Laughton lookalike
Who played the piano
And sang of how his wife had run off with his donkey
Leaving him and the windmill to grind all that wheat
By themselves
Below Pandora on the steps where she stood
Was a guitar player
Who didn’t really play the guitar
But only used the guitar
To cover his erection
Which he got
By looking at Pandora
All the while mumbling,
“Oh my God! Oh my God!”.
On a stool by himself
Where a stool pigeon
Had left his calling card
And playing the flute
Sat a Welsh Coblynau
A gnome native to Wales
His name was Egregious Engelbert
Normally Coblynau hung out in Welsh coal mines
But Engy (which was his nickname)
Had developed an allergy to coal dust
And so became a cobbler
Making fine leather shoes
The Cobblerish Coblynau they called him
Making shoes by night
And shoes by day
Even giving shoes to those
Who couldn’t afford to pay
And so they were here
This eclectic crowd
When a man walked in
A man named Rigby
A man who had once gone up 39 Steps
A man who had once stood on Waterloo Bridge
A man of whom
Could he be bribed?
Could he bought?
Was $10,000
Worth 30 pieces of silver?
Rigby
No relation to Eleanor
Nor had he ever visited Acquitaine
Was now here in the room
Waiting for the evening to begin
And the fireworks to start
Would the Price be right
And just how prickly
Was Carlotta’s Cactus Throne?
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday January 18th
2021.
Morganella Pendragon
Near the mists of Avalon
The animals gathered
A highflying eagle
And friendly wolves
In these times
Only the animal kingdom
Has friendly wolves
The human kingdom
Is full of demonic wolf spirits
Particularly those inhabiting
The walls of the Vatican
Elon Musk’s artificial moon looked
Perfectly natural
In this Glastonbury atmosphere
And on this night
Protected by her wolf companions
And watched over by her highflying eagle
Morganella Pendragon
Immortal great-niece of the enchantress Morgan
Stood with cross-bow in hand
She had been taught the art of cross-bow
By Chiron the Centaur
And Cernunnos the Celtic stag god
There were very few cross-bow archers
Better than she
And now she would use her cross-bow
To slay
Those hordes of zombie nosferatu
Who had arisen
In this England’s green and pleasant land
Where the heels of devils walk
On England’s mountains green
And devilish countenance on
England’s once pleasant pastures seen.
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday January 16th
2020
Christoph Cardinal Schonborn of Vienna Publicly Outs Himself As An Apostle of The Antichrist
Amadeus Emanon was reading the Facebook status comment of a geopolitical analyst friend of British MP Renfield R. Renfield:
“The pro-sodomite, pro-gay sexy orgy, pro-allowing filthy drag queen shows to be performed at the High Altar of Saint Stephen’s Cathedral in Vienna Cardinal Archbishop of Vienna Christoph Schonborn is an Apostle of the Antichrist.
And judging from remarks he made today on the U.S. election and the Capitol Hill siege in Washington DC (which the satanic Neo-Bolshevik Left in America is going to use to abolish civil liberties in America (when Biden is sworn in) in the same way the Nazis used the German Reichstag fire of February 27th 1933 to abolish civil liberties in Germany) Schonborn is also a Marxist-Leninist Neo-Bolshevik Neo-Communist as well.
Christoph Schonborn is of his father, the Father of Lies, the Devil.
Unless he repents and turns to Christ and His Holy Mother, he shall burn forever in the outer darkness of the flames of the Lake of Fire where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth.”
“I wonder why I was never invited to perform Cumelita at the High Altar of Saint Stephen’s Cathedral in Vienna,” Australia’s notorious Uncle Ernie wondered aloud as he scratched his chin and scratched other parts of his anatomy after Amadeus had finished reading aloud the Facebook status.
“Perhaps Cardinal Schonborn didn’t want to get a head start on being plunged head first into the Lake of Fire,” Amadeus suggested.
“What did you mean by that?” A perplexed Uncle Ernie asked Amadeus.
The aging and well past his prime drag queen then turned his attention to the kitchen and screamed, “Where the Hell did all those flames come from?”.
“Uncle Ernie!” His adopted niece by marriage exclaimed, “You should never have left your Driver’s License lying around in front of those koala bears you taught how to read. They made you a birthday cake and lit all the candles of your exact age on it.”
“Help!” Help! Fire! Fire!” Uncle Ernie’s adopted nephew by merciful adoption rather than biology opened the front door and went running into the street.
The local fire department soon beat a red path to the kitchen door.
. . .
Xi Jinping’s supernatural spirit entity advisor the Black Dragon was having a meeting with the fallen angel Mephistopheles and his incredibly dim witted protege Joe Biden.
“Comrade Mephisto,” the Black Dragon read aloud from a list of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) demands, “The Party would like to know if you would allow the Red State to be able to harvest the organs of Donald Trump supporters since you’ll have no use for them in the New Soviet state.”
“Joe, what do you think?” Mephistopheles turned to the President-elect who was busy sniffing the hair of the young woman sitting next to him.
“Hell, why not?” Joe grinned, “I can sign an Executive Order to that effect”
. . .
Meanwhile a beautiful young woman suddenly woke up in a small town in Kansas:
“I have seen the Future. And it doesn’t work.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday January 15th
2020.
The Centre Cannot Hold: A Nazi Demon Leads A Communist Revolution
“You can choose to either go down in history as a patriot or go down in history as a pansy.”
-Donald Trump to Mike Pence urging him not to certify the Electoral College vote by Congress on January 6th 2021
United States Vice-President Mike Pence was mincing up and down around his house wearing pink ballet slippers.
“Mike,” his wife called out from the bathroom, “Do you know what happened to the rest of my pink fingernail polish?”.
“I’m sorry, dear, I couldn’t help myself,” Pence did a pirouette spin in front of the mirror and looked at the glistening and gleaming pink on his own nails.
“What’s wrong with you?” His wife called out.
“I can’t help it,” Pence answered, “I’ve been feeling quite fruity the past week for some reason.”
He went to the pantry cabinet and ate the last 66 cans of fruit salad.
Hyacinth (who had been the Greek god Apollo’s lover in ancient times) knocked on the door of the Pence house.
Hyacinth had been granted a dispensational release from Hades the Greek god of the Underworld last year so he could enter the discus throwing competition in the 2020 Tokyo Summer Olympics.
Alas for Hyacinth, Xi Jinping’s Chinese Communist Party had released a bioengineered weapon from the Wuhan Institute of Virology (whether intentional or accidental) and the world had not been the same since.
The spiritual/political tyranny of Covid Communism had also spread all over the world along with the genetically engineered virus.
The 2020 Tokyo Summer Games had been postponed until 2021 and may even end up being cancelled all together.
Hyacinth in the meantime had developed a penchant for silver haired men who use tons of Viagra and have little black flies (Beelzebub approved little winged insects) attracted to and land in their silver hair.
. . .
Communist demagogue and pre-eminent hypocrite Maxine Waters (who a few years ago had urged her supporters to use violence against members of the Trump Administration if they saw them dining in restaurants and then denounced Trump for supposedly advocating violence while she gave her own inflammatory rhetorical speech in the U.S. House of Representatives yesterday during Trump’s 2nd impeachment hearing) stood at the door of Congress as she waited for her limousine to show up even as she was busy texting on social media what a great champion of the common people she was.
As she had walked down the halls of Congress, she had come across a quote that she had never really noticed before.
The quote was,
“I look to a day when people will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character.”
She shook her head.
“What sort of god forsaken idiot would ever come up with that idea?” She foamed at the mouth like Linda Blair forced to answer a question in Latin in the 1973 film The Exorcist, “Every one knows that every single white person is a racist at heart. Everyone knows it. This I know. For Antifa/BLM tell me so.”
As she waited at this side door of Congress waiting for her limo to show up, she stood there looking profoundly smug and profoundly stupid.
Suddenly a cream pie was thrown in her face by an invisible entity.
“What sort of act of White Supremacy is this?” She raged, mindnumblingly oblivious to the fact that the main ingredient used in this particular cream pie was Szechuan black bean sauce, and the assailant was a 6 foot 8 tall Royal Bourbon purple coloured bunny rabbit with big pink floppety ears.
. . .
The fallen angel Mephistopheles (to whom the Renaissance era German scientist Faust had sold his soul) was also the fallen angel who was the supernatural force behind the rise and coming to power of Hitler and the Nazis in Germany and the formation of the Third Reich.
The London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Sol Invictus Set had once met Mephistopheles in the Mephisto Lounge in Berlin in 1927.
Now Mephistopheles was the supernatural force behind the Neo-Bolshevik Neo-Communists coming to power in the U.S. in 2021.
He occasionally possessed the body of the senile old fool Joe Biden when Biden was required to give a logical coherent speech in public.
But as soon as the speech was given, Mephistopheles left the senile old fool’s body.
As Mephistopheles, being the intellectually inclined devil that he was, longed to be around someone with a brain.
He had enjoyed talking to Faust.
The same could not be said for Biden.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday January 14th
2021.
The New Wicked Witch of The West
Cackling hysterically and looking every inch the green faced looking Margaret Hamilton Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz film (a slight allergic reaction to the DeathVaxx vaccine that WHO health officials assured her would go away), Nancy Pelosi flew in on her broomstick to Congress to oversee House impeachment hearings against President Donald Trump.
“Nancy, I had no idea you flew a broom to work,” New York Sen. Chuck Schumer remarked as he exited his limousine with six very kosher looking Playboy bunnies and an appearance that suggested not much social distancing had gone on in that limo.
“Of course I do, you ninny,” Pelosi padlocked her broomstick to an ABSOLUTELY NO PARKING sign, “I’m a witch.”
“I didn’t know that,” Schumer commented as he pulled up his zipper, “Life is full of surprises but thanks to the Dominion voting machines, elections will no longer be.”
The six kosher looking Playboy bunnies headed off in search of a kosher deli where they could buy themselves jars of large pickles as all six women were tired of looking at the infinitesimally small and tiny pickle they had been forced to endure throughout the entire morning commute.
“Six kosher Playboy bunnies 3 times a week,” Schumer smiled, “That adds up to 666 you know.”
Schumer’s reasoning might amount to some arcane form of kabbalistic gematria because in terms of pure ordinary mathematics, the numbers just didn’t add up.
But maybe with a little help from Dominion voting machines, they did.
Pelosi went to her office, then her closet (where she had safely locked away her idol statue of Hecate the Greek goddess of witchcraft to protect it during last week’s staged Capitol Hill siege something alas she had forgotten to do with her laptop), took out the Hecate idol and placed it in an alcove in her office.
She then turned the lights out and lit candles in front of the Hecate idol (who was depicted in her crone hag form as that was the one that most perfectly resembled Pelosi’s own self) and paid obeisance to it.
After reading the latest piece of Marxist sodomite drivel to come from the lips of Jorge Mario Bergoglio (known to the world as Pope Francis), she then made the Upside Down Sign of The Cross and headed off to the House chambers to begin the proceedings on impeaching Donald Trump for a 2nd time.
. . .
As nighttime settled over Washington DC, the vampire Lev Tomi (whom the fallen angel Mephistopheles possessed Joe Biden had named to his staff of Chiefs of Armed Services) supervised the U.S. National Guard who were preparing for the Biden inauguration this coming January 20th.
During his mortal life, the vampire Lev Tomi had been the Russian Bolshevik Leon Trotsky.
. . .
Meanwhile in Rome Italy, the Italian national government under Communist Giuseppe Conte was in danger of collapse.
Peter Whitstable the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol was in Rome because he had received reports that the actual Greek god Poseidon was cavorting and splashing around in the famous Fountain of Trevi claiming that he had found more than 3 coins.
As Whitstable walked the streets of Rome, he was surprised to see a giant elk wandering the streets of Rome.
A giant elk that cast a giant shadow in the light and even more mysteriously a giant shadow in the dark.
“In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie,” went through Whitstable’s mind.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday January 13th
2020.
Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI To Receive Forced Vaccination
“The best argument against taking the vaccine is the fact that the Communist “Pope” Francis says everyone should take it.”
-Renfield R. Renfield British MP
As another part of the ongoing tyranny descending upon the world in the form of a dark lifeless mist ever since the spiritual/political virus known as Covid Communism descended upon the world in the wake of Xi Jinping’s Chinese Communist Party releasing a bioengineered weapon from the Wuhan Institute of Virology (whether intentional or accidental), the tyranny now extended to Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI who did not wish to receive the vaccine but the Vatican decided he’d be given a mandatory vaccine against his will.
The news reached the attention of British MP Renfield R. Renfield.
He discussed it with Athelstan the personal butler and valet to the London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set.
“I’m now formulating a plan with my field operatives in my personal British Army brigade of gurkhas to break into the Vatican and rescue Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI before he’s given the DeathVaxx as Set Enterprises’ chief scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher calls it,” Renfield explained.
“Break into the Vatican?” Athelstan raised an eyebrow, “But isn’t that place well guarded?”.
“It is,” Renfield nodded, “But you must remember that this will be a whole brigade of gurkhas attacking them. There aren’t too many guards on Earth who can hold out against an entire brigade of gurkhas. The only thing is that there may be demons guarding the Vatican according to the latest Set Enterprises Intelligence report. Still if there is any mortal warrior on Earth capable of kicking a demon’s ass, it would be a gurkha.”
“Good luck with that, sir,” Athelstan remarked as he went off to prepare a tray of tea and crumpets for Set.
Meanwhile in the woods outside the vampiress Lilith’s palatial estate near Astana, Kazakhstan:
Golgotha daughter of the vampiress Lilith with her pet raven Ancient Mariner’s Albatross on her shoulder
“Listen, Alby,” she called him by her pet name for him, “Listen to the silence but soon the world will be crawling with zombie nosferatu.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday January 12th
2020.
By the Twilight’s Last Gleaming: Good Morning America
Good morning, America, how are you?
I’m the spirit of the year 1917
The one that gutted the cities of Petrograd and Moscow
And I’ll be gutting your country 500 miles before the day is done
January 20th marks the start of the new Soviet
Your institutions so corrupt they faded at our sight
Media, courts and Congress
Anxious that hammer and sickle replace Stars and Stripes
No more free and fair elections for you
The Dominion Nazi takes it all away
Just social distance and put on your masks
Until we strip every ounce of your humanity away
Be like good little boys and girls and believe the news casts
Any dissenting voices social media will take away
Build back better is our motto
As we all tear down and destroy
Leaving nothing but nothing in its wake
Good-bye America, how are you?
Ronald Reagan called you the world’s last best hope
That’s why we took your land over
And we did it without firing a shot
50 years of a corrupt decadent culture
And you folded like an unmighty paper rock
Good-bye America, how are you?
Liberty lies dead at your door
And thanks to that long decadent culture
You lost your spirit to fight evermore
The Gates of Hell are upon you
And both bodies and souls we will have too.
-A song and poem
written by Christopher
Monday January 11th
2020.
Lilith Turns Boris Johnson Into A Zombie Nosferatu
The ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith dancing in her flying palace that’s born aloft through the air by demons
Lilith was in a celebratory mood tonight as she danced in her flying palace that was born aloft through the air by demons.
She had successfully turned British Prime Minister Boris Johnson into a zombie nosferatu.
Unlike your regular nosferatu, a zombie nosferatu was unable to turn other people into vampires.
And a zombie nosferatu unlike your run of the mill zombie or your run of the mill nosferatu was able to walk around in both daylight and nighttime.
In that way, zombie nosferatus were able to pass themselves off as being human.
By turning Boris Johnson into a zombie nosferatu, she had turned him into a Communist.
For Communism was the way to go.
Communism was the way of the future the dark gods and goddesses and dark vampires and vampiresses had decided.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday January 10th
2020.
Nancy Pelosi: A Soviet State For 4 Horses
Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was asleep in his aquarium at Set Enterprises Laboratories in London, England.
He suddenly had a dream (or was it a vision?) of British MP Renfield R. Renfield fighting alongside anti-Communist forces in the 2nd American Civil War.
One of the Communists’ most pre-eminent “useful idiots” U.S. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi had the misfortune of falling into the hands of Renfield’s brigade.
The punishment Renfield envisioned for Nancy Pelosi had been inspired by an old Hammer Films horror movie that starred Christopher Lee that he had seen a few months ago.
In the film Christopher Lee played an evil landowner.
Finally the peasants got sick of his despotic rule and revolted (“How revolting these deplorables are!” as an upper crust leftist snob like Hillary Clinton might put it).
They had tied Lee’s evil landlord character between 4 horses.
With an arm or leg in a rope attached to one of the 4 horses x 4 (One limb for each horse facing a different direction).
Finally the leader of the revolt whistled and each one of the 4 horses galloped in different directions (towards the 4 corners of the earth).
Lee’s evil landlord character found himself being ripped apart into 4 different pieces.
No doubt an exceedingly painful experience for a brief moment.
Nancy Pelosi had been stripped naked (Renfield had to put blindfolds on the 4 horses and on the men in his brigade so as not to be turned to stone by the awful sight).
Renfield himself wore a very dark and powerful pair of welder’s sunglasses so he could see to direct the operation but at the same time not to be turned to stone by the awful sight of a naked Nancy Pelosi who was wearing nothing but her stupid looking Covid mask.
As Nancy Pelosi now found each limb of her body in a rope tied to a horse, she suddenly realized she was in a very perilous situation.
To say nothing of her hair being a mess as she had been unable to book an appointment with her San Francisco hairstylist lately.
“Jesus of the Gnostic heretics, Pope Francis’ god of surprises!” She cried out, “How awful it is that my arms and legs are spread out like this.”
“For once,” Renfield was getting an image of all this despite the powerfulness of the welder’s dark glasses he was wearing, “You have said something that I’m in total agreement with.”
Renfield then spoke the signal to the 4 horses, “May Geronimo defeat and crush and wreak havoc and vengeance on the Skull and Bones Society.”
The 4 horses then bolted and rode off into 4 different directions.
From a Dodge Ram truck parked nearby, its radio could be heard playing that old Patsy Cline song, “I fall to pieces…”
Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster woke up from his dream (or was it a vision?) in a sweat (adding further to the saltiness of the salt water he was in).
He went over to his waterproof iPhone, opened up his iPhone Notes and typed a note to himself to never ever get on Renfield’s wrong side.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday January 9th
2020.
