Tagged For Happiness
Tagged For Happiness
I’ve been tagged for happiness by Jessica:
Let’s keep looking at the bright side of life.
I’m tagging Daniel
https://returnofdragons.wordpress.com/
and Sherry
https://sherriedevaleriahendrie.wordpress.com/
Rules:
1. Each Thursday, Beckie will pick a theme (Naturally something positive).
2. She will therefore tag two bloggers to continue the themed positive message along.
3. You the recipient of the tag can select anyway you want to share this positivity (Example Quote, Affirmation, Music Video, Memes, Pictures etc. as long as it sticks to the theme).
4. Please create a ping back to the original post
“POP!” Pop of Positivity Share
as well as notifying your tagged bloggers that you have selected them.
For the theme of Happiness, I will be sharing two videos.
The videos are on the subject of joy.
Joy is actually something somewhat different from happiness.
Joy is something you can suddenly experience even in the midst of despair.
-Amadeus Emanon
The above is a quote from Amadeus Emanon one of the characters in my vampire novel that he made many years ago.
For a full explanation on what is the difference between joy and happiness, I suggest reading C.S. Lewis’ book Surprised By Joy.
For a brief explanation, I would say joy is something that is bestowed supernaturally.
Happiness is generally dependent on the physical world and one’s surroundings (people and places).
Ever since my dad died from cancer back in June 2010 and I developed clinical depression as a result, happiness has been something difficult to find on a daily basis.
But in the years since my dad died, I have experienced joy.
Joy is something that is bestowed as a blessing from an external force or what I would say as a blessing from an external person (let Star Wars keep its force. Electricity is a force but it is not a person). That external person being God.
Here then are the songs that for me express joy and give me joy:
Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring
Fairest Lord Jesus
Sunshine Blogger Award In The Middle of A Snow Storm
Sunshine Blogger Award In The Middle of A Snow Storm
Gene Tierney: And now the winner of the award for Best Sunshine Blogger Performance In A Snow Storm is…. Mr. Dracul Van Helsing!
As the city where I live is about to be hit by a major snowstorm this weekend, my friend Jessica has nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award.
Jessica’s blog can be found here:
https://jessicaelarsen.com
Thanks, Jessica. 🙂
The ghost of Orson Welles toasts Jessica.
Award rules:
1) Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them
(thanks Jessica! and I have provided the link above)
2) List the rules and display an award logo on your post. (I am currently listing the rules now and I shall display the logo down below)
3) Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you (I shall do so down below)
4) Nominate 11 new bloggers to receive the award and notify them by commenting on their posts
5) Ask the nominees 11 new questions
Questions as asked by Jessica:
1) If your life was a novel, what would the title be?
Answer: The Moving Finger Writes and Having Writ, Moves On
2) If you could choose anyone in the world to lead your country, who would it be?
Answer: Renfield R. Renfield the British MP who’s a character in my vampire novel.
He’s the only one I can think of who can truly handle the times we’re living in.
3) What is one thing that you’ve never eaten that you’d like to try?
Answer: Roast pterodactyl
4) What is the strangest food that you’ve ever eaten?
Chocolate covered locusts (they might have tasted better with wild honey since Saint John the Baptist lived on locusts and wild honey)
5) If you could have a romantic getaway with one person for a weekend (imagine you’re single, celebrities allowed) who would it be?
Answer: Actress Rita Hayworth (real name Margarita Carmen Cansino) on a romantic weekend sometime back in the early 1940s
Actress Rita Hayworth is my favourite actress of all time. And my most passionate celebrity crush.
I’d loved to have spent a romantic weekend with her during her heyday of the decade of the 1940s.
I can picture at the end of the romantic weekend with her, her husband actor and director Orson Welles walking in, seeing the two of us together, pulling out a revolver (that he had borrowed from actor Humphrey Bogart) and shooting me dead.
And Dooley Wilson (the actor who played Sam in the 1942 movie Casablanca) would play the piano and sing the song As Time Goes By at my funeral.
And Orson Welles would deliver the eulogy at my funeral, “This was the noblest Casanova of them all…”
6) What was the darkest movie or novel that you’ve ever fallen in love with?
Answer: The Wolfman 1941 with Claude Rains, Lon Chaney Jr. and Evelyn Ankers
7) What’s your dream date?
With a beautiful woman (the unknown woman of my dreams) on a beach on a South Seas island on a moonlit evening under palm and coconut trees
8) Would you ever consider being one of the first humans to go to Mars knowing that you could never return to Earth?
No.
9) Most memorable birthday?
My 16th.
My parents took me to dinner and a show at a dinner theatre.
We had the table right in front of the stage.
The star of the play was actor Werner Klemperer who played Col. Klink in the TV show Hogan’s Heroes.
When the show was over, I waited around to get his autograph.
He gave me an autographed photo that he signed “To Christopher” when I told him my name.
“Yes,” he said, “Christopher, I noticed you sitting in the front there. You seemed to be watching and observing everything in the play very intently. Are you going to be a playwright yourself? You seem to have the look and gaze of a playwright-director about you.”
I hadn’t thought of that at the time.
In my last year of University, I did think of becoming a screenplay writer and film director like my hero Orson Welles.
But my mother was having none of that.
She wanted me to become a lawyer which was the profession she decided for me since I was very young.
She arranged to have me thrown off a local TV show I appeared in to ensure that I wouldn’t go into show business and have me become a lawyer instead like she desired.
The end result of course was I wound up a newspaper reporter – a career neither one of us really wanted.
10) Who inspires you the most in the world?
My dad did when he was alive.
And my other inspiration is C.S. Lewis through his writings.
11) What is one of your favourite quotes?
Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.
. . .
I tag anyone who wants to answer my questions.
And for my questions, I will use Jessica’s questions above because I think they were very good questions.
-A Sunshine Blogger
acceptance post
written by Christopher
The Evenings of
Friday September 27th
and
Saturday September 28th
2019.
A Reflection On Autumn
A Reflection On Autumn
Autumn… when the trees put on their coats of many colours
Phoenix Diabolicus The Vicar of Lucifer
Phoenix Diabolicus The Vicar of Lucifer
The figure of Phoenix Diabolicus (the demon who was the Vicar of Lucifer On Earth) emerged from his painting in the Vatican Art Collection.
Something that startled Samhain Cardinal Salaman.
The Cardinal had been told who was the subject of the painting but he had never expected the figure to come to life.
“Good evening, Cardinal Salaman,” said Phoenix Diabolicus.
The Cardinal was too shocked to say anything.
“I’m pleased with the way the world is going,” Phoenix Diabolicus stretched his long black wings which felt tired and sore after being kept cooped up in that painting for so long.
“Oh yes?” Cardinal Salaman was flicking through the pockets of his robes trying to find his Rosary (a gift to him from a Polish priest and an object he had never used before).
“Indeed,” Phoenix Diabolicus stroked his moustache, “A potential for civil war or Beijing military intervention emerging in the island of Hong Kong. Tensions running rampant in the United Kingdom over Brexit. The Democrats setting up an impeachment inquiry into Donald Trump only adding to the further polarization in that already polarized nation that is called the United States of America. And what’s really advantageous is there’s no Abraham Lincoln like figure in sight. So the divided house will fall. The State of Israel is in chaos. War looms between Saudi Arabia and Iran in the Middle East. And your own boss Pope Francis is paving the way for the worship of the spirits of the Amazon Rainforest next month totally oblivious to the fact that not all the spirits in the Amazon Rainforest are good. Or at least not good in the sense that Our Enemy On The Cross defines it.”
The figure of Phoenix Diabolicus stepped back in the painting.
And Samhain Cardinal Salaman stood there.
Unable to move.
. . .
Private eyes Magog Rhys Petley and Agathor Christie were trudging their way through the Amazon Rainforest.
They had recently been hired by Lev Tomi the Secretary-General of The United Nations Secretariat On The Environment and Climate Change to discover who had been setting the fires in the Amazon Rainforest this past summer.
Now they were in a dense little travelled section of the Amazon Rainforest.
“I hope our native guide knows his way back,” Agathor remarked.
“I hope our native guide isn’t a cannibal planning to eat us,” Magog stated as he wiped his sweating forehead with his handkerchief.
“That statement ranks of cultural imperialism,” Agathor the former British Conservative MP teased his Marxist friend the former Labour MP Magog.
“Being out here does that to a person,” Magog continued to wipe his brow.
Their guide bowed down to a tree.
“Must be a sacred tree,” Agathor remarked.
Magog pointed to a small carved figure standing at the base of the tree and asked, “What’s that?”.
“Father and Mother of All Life,” the native said in English as he bowed.
“Justin Trudeau would be pleased with this native’s feminist and transgendered sensibilities,” Magog remarked.
“Doesn’t that wooden idol look familiar?” Agathor asked.
Magog took a closer look and commented, “It looks like the Baphomet that supernatural entity worshipped by those Satanic Temple groups in the U.S. and Canada.”
“That’s because it is the Baphomet figure,” Agathor said as he put on his monocle and looked at it.
“Baphomet is worshipped by some of the natives here in the Amazon?” Magog was genuinely surprised.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday September 26th
2019.
Boris Johnson, Benjamin Netanyahu and The Aztec Vampire Princess Qonzilqointec
Boris Johnson, Benjamin Netanyahu and The Aztec Vampire Princess Qonzilqointec
British Prime Minister Boris Johnson had to return to the Westminster House of Commons today after Britain’s Supreme Court ruled yesterday that his proroguing Parliament for 5 weeks was illegal.
British MP Renfield R. Renfield the United Kingdom’s Deputy Secretary In Charge of Geopolitical Intelligence Gathering (and therefore a member of Johnson’s cabinet) was giving his friend Amadeus Emanon a run down of today’s parliamentary brawls and name calling.
“The Opposition needless to say,” but Renfield said it anyway, “acted like so much braying asses. It seemed that Labour MPs, Liberal Democratic MPs and Scottish Nationalist Party MPs were having a contest to see who could do the best facial impersonation of Swedish teen climate activist Grumpy Greta Thunberg. Simon Cowell would have had a hard time trying to judge a winner. Labour MPs were trying to outdo U.S. Democratic Presidential candidate Joe Biden in showing signs of advanced senility. The Scottish Nationalist Party showed why Scottish independence was so overwhelmingly rejected in the 2014 referendum as the Scots no doubt didn’t want this gang of bozos to be the leaders of their independent nation. The British Liberal Democrats looked like walking advertisements for the Before pictures in posters for an Enema Relief Medical Clinic. It made one wish this was the Taiwanese Parliament where one could use one’s fists and knock the living daylights out of one’s opponents.”
. . .
Meanwhile in Israel, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu was having a telephone conversation with his most ardent supporter in the deep state of the Mossad intelligence service the operative known as Star of Azazel.
“Now that the country’s President Reuvin Rivlin has asked me to stay on as Prime Minister and given me first shot at trying to form a coalition government in the state,” Netanyahu drank a glass of wine in celebration, “I hope you will proceed to do everything possible in ensuring that certain external circumstances outside the country will emerge in such a way as to get other parties to support me when Israel is faced with such a dire external threat.”
Star of Azazel put aside the book of Kabbalistic black magic wizardry and sorcery he had been reading when Netanyahu called and looked at his guests Ares the Greek god of war, Thor the Norse god of thunder and Morrigan the Irish Celtic goddess of war who were in his living room.
“We’re working on that, Mr. Prime Minister,” Star of Azazel said before ending the phone call.
Azazel looked at Morrigan who was the most intelligent of the three deities present in the room.
“I’m sure more drones can be sent flying into Saudi Aramco oil refineries,” Morrigan smiled as she smoothed her dress, “and plenty of our agents in Foreign Affairs Ministries and Departments throughout the world can point fingers at Iran.”
Star of Azazel smiled and drank a toast, “Mazel Tov.”
. . .
The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec did an Irish jig when she completed dressing prior to going down to the UN General Assembly to give a speech on Climate Change.
“Global warming will definitely hit the UN tonight,” Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing said when he saw what she was wearing.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday September 25th
2019.
Britain’s Supreme Court Rules Suspending Parliament Was Unlawful
Britain’s Supreme Court Rules Suspending Parliament Was Unlawful
“Back in the 1970s,” British MP
Renfield R. Renfield told the BBC News Interviewer, “Mr. Justice William Morrow the first Chief Justice of Canada’s Northwest Territories said the end of Western Civilization would be brought about not by student protestors or the actions of foreign powers but by imbeciles sitting as judges on the benches of court rooms everywhere.
History has shown Chief Justice Morrow to be a 100% prophet. What alarmed Chief Justice Morrow was what he considered the vast number of imbeciles who were teaching as professors in various law faculties at universities all across Canada back in the 1970s. He said their erroneous ideas which would overthrow 1500 years of legal traditions and precedents in the Western world would be passed on to their students who would become lawyers and eventually become judges. This has now become the norm in Canada. A judge somewhere making a stupid decision is no longer news. It’s a judge who makes a sensible decision that’s now considered news. So of course there aren’t many real news stories emerging from the Canadian judiciary these days. But what was happening in Canada at the time was also happening in the U.S. and the United Kingdom. So the Age of Imbecility now reigns supreme in the judiciary of all 3 of these nations. Any appointment to the U.S. Supreme Court that does not meet with the approval of Wiccan airhead Alyssa Milano and her fellow Wiccan airheads across America is immediately accused of sexual harassment. And as for stupidity in the UK Judicial system, that can be seen by today’s ruling by Britain’s Supreme Court. On the plus side at least judges are showing what they truly are. The fact that Britain’s Supreme Court President Lady Hale chose to read the court’s judgement while wearing a giant diamond spider brooch on her lapel was at least honest. Poison is now falling across the land.”
. . .
After a day speaking and meeting with people at the UN General Assembly, Donald Trump decided to relax by spending time in an NYC karaoke bar.
Standing on stage was some long haired and bearded type who looked like he could easily fit into the band ZZ Top.
The man began singing an old John Denver song,
“High Calypso the places you’ve been to,
The things that you’ve shown us,
The stories you tell,
High Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
The men who have served you so long and so well…”
Donald Trump asked his secret service detail, “Who is this guy? He smells of marijuana smoke.”
“I believe he’s a sheriff from some place up in Canada called Calypso’s Bosom,” one of Trump’s secret service bodyguards answered.
“And is this the Calypso he’s singing about?” Trump’s tongue started hanging out and drooling, “Some woman’s bosom? I’d like to go to the places she’s been to as well. And also see the things that she’s shown the men who have served her so long and so well.”
“I believe the Calypso was the research ship for French undersea explorer Jacques Cousteau,” replied another member of Trump’s secret service detail who looked a lot like Detective Dietrich from the TV show Barney Miller.
“Oh,” Trump looked disappointed.
The sheriff of Calypso’s Bosom was carried off stage while ranting about free speech, Charles Laughton and the many breasts to be found on the statue of Diana of the Ephesians.
“What’s he doing down here in the U.S. anyways?” Trump asked his secret service bodyguard who looked a lot like KAOS agent Siegfried from the TV show Get Smart.
“I believe Justin Trudeau sent him down here on an important matter of Canadian national security,” the Siegfriedish bodyguard answered.
“Did anybody here get the licence plate of that ET gray’s space ship?” The Sheriff of Calypso’s Bosom asked as he was carried off on a stretcher.
“That makes perfect sense,” Trump nodded.
. . .
Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing was walking through New York City’s Central Park when he came across the Chinese vampiress secret agent Mei-ling Manchu who had been tied to a tree by Cthulhu the Great Old One who was currently in New York City contemplating a run for the U.S. Presidency.
“I hope I’m not interrupting the filming of some new type of reality TV show scheduled for the family viewing time slot,” Dracul remarked as he untied her.
“Are you the vampire hunter who’s into tantric sex?” Mei-ling asked after she was untied.
“I am,” Dracul answered.
“Take me now,” Mei-ling said as she threw Dracul back on a pile of autumn leaves and mounted him.
Rudy Giuliani dropped the legal brief he was reading when he walked by and saw what was happening.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday September 24th
2019.
Artemis In New York City
Artemis In New York City
The Greek goddess Artemis was renting a rustic looking room in a quaint old apartment building in New York City for the opening week of the U.N. General-Assembly as leaders from all over the world came to the Big Apple and the UN to throw the bull.
The Greek goddess Artemis looked out the window as a haggard looking descendant of the original Minotaur was walking the streets of New York City towards the UN building where he would be thrown around the podium by world leaders.
“Poor bull,” Artemis said to herself.
On the TV in Artemis’ room was the image of Donald Trump appearing on the screen telling the media that he had never said or done anything underhanded in his telephone conversations with Ukraine’s President.
“And there’s the biggest offender of them all,” Artemis said aloud.
The Greek goddess of the hunt was in New York City to try to prevent her brother Ares from using the General Assembly proceedings as a staging ground to get world powers to wage war against Iran.
In this matter of wanting to start a widespread global war, Ares had for his allies Thor the Norse god of thunder and Morrigan the Irish Celtic goddess of war.
Morrigan had already managed to convince German Chancellor Angela Merkel, French President Emmanuel Macron and British Prime Minister Boris Johnson that Iran was responsible for the recent drone attacks on Saudi Arabia’s biggest oil facility.
Renfield R. Renfield who was Britain’s Deputy Foreign Secretary in Charge of Geopolitical Intelligence Gathering had tried to argue in a video teleconferencing call with the 3 leaders that the matter must be looked at with sober second thought.
However Morrigan managed to spike Renfield’s lemonade (that he was drinking during the video teleconferencing call) with a lethal brand of Shannon River moonshine that was slipped into Renfield’s lemonade by Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun.
Therefore a most definitely not sober Renfield was unable to convince the 3 leaders to look at the whole Aramco oil refinery attack with sober second thought.
Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing entered the apartment.
The vampire hunter was Artemis’ ally in trying to upset the plans of Ares this week.
Artemis and Dracul decided to test out the springs of the mattress on the bed in the apartment.
Zeus had lightning bolts come out of his head when he looked through the window and saw what his daughter was up to with the extremely James Bondish 007 vampire hunter.
. . .
Village of Calypso’s Bosom Sheriff Stonewalled Jackman who was on a top secret mission for Canada’s Prime Minister Justin Trudeau (although he had currently forgotten what that mission was) was walking through the UN building carrying several packages of Australian Uncle Ernie’s Chemicals of The Day.
He was stopped and invited to speak at a Conference On Climate Change by a UN official who thought the long-haired hippy looking Sheriff was one of the guest speakers.
Thinking they were candies, the UN official passed out the packages of chemicals to youthful Climate Change activists at the session.
Later on CNN that night, a CNN interviewer was interviewing Swedish teen climate change activist Greta Thunberg via livestream between New York and the newsroom in Atlanta when 3 minutes into the interview, the CNN newsroom director signalled that the livestream be brought to a screeching halt.
“Due to technical difficulties beyond our control, we are unable to continue with the rest of the interview,” the CNN anchorwoman informed the TV audience.
. . .
Meanwhile the South Pacific supernatural entity Cthulhu the Great Old One was meeting with Mammon the ancient Babylonian demon god of banking and commerce in the latter’s Manhattan penthouse apartment suite.
Mammon showed Cthulhu the posters he had printed up that Cthulhu had requested.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday September 23rd
2019.
Sheriff Stonedwall Jackman In New York City
Sheriff Stonedwall Jackman In New York City
Sheriff Stonedwall Jackman was in New York City.
The Sheriff wasn’t quite sure what he was doing in the Big Apple.
The dining room chef ordered Jackman out of the huge fruit salad that he was making.
Sheriff Stonedwall beat a hasty retreat.
All Jackman could remember was that Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau had sent him to NYC on a matter of important national security.
Only the Sheriff couldn’t remember what that important matter of national security was.
Sheriff Stonedwall Jackman had led an interesting life.
He had been born in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada on Friday May 10th 1940 the same day that Winston Churchill had become Prime Minister of Great Britain.
His girlfriend the love of his life had broken up with him on Dominion Day (as it was then called) July 1st 1967 on the Main Street of Moose Jaw when he accidentally ran over her Love Bug Volkswagen with his farm tractor while looking for a place to park.
Furious, she had shoved his engagement ring in the place where the sun never shone.
Moose Jaw which wasn’t big enough to have a practicing proctologist in the city saw Thomas Jonathan Jackman buy a Greyhound Bus ticket to the Big City.
It turns out the Big City that Thomas Jonathan Jackman had bought a Greyhound bus ticket to was Vancouver, British Columbia on Canada’s West Coast.
Just as the U.S. Summer of Love (Summer of ’67) was about to begin in San Francisco, California so Canada’s Summer of Love was about to begin on British Columbia’s Lower Mainland and Vancouver Island.
Eating a dozen pieces of rhubarb pie during a Greyhound bus pit stop at a diner in Chilliwack British Columbia had cured Jackman’s need of finding a proctologist in downtown Vancouver.
And Thomas Jonathan Jackman found himself celebrating U.S. Independence Day of 1967 by smoking weed and inhaling chemicals with a group of hippies on Vancouver’s East Hastings Street.
Somehow by July 6th 1967 (the 20th Anniversary of the alleged Roswell New Mexico UFO space craft crash), Jackman had found himself in the Village of Calypso’s Bosom which was a New Age Aquarian hippy commune on British Columbia’s Sechelt Peninsula not far from the town of Sechelt itself.
On July 22nd of that year 1967, Thomas Jonathan Jackman had earned his name Stonedwall when he hit his head against a brick wall in the village while stoned.
No one was quite sure how the brick wall got there but according to the village’s visionary and prophet (who was later carried off by a pterodactyl on Christmas Day of that same year), the slab of brick wall had come from the future and was the inaugural piece of some wall that had been officially inaugurated on the U.S. – Mexico border by some golden urine hair coloured toupee wearing bozo named Donald Trump sometime in the early 2020s according to the said visionary’s visions.
The piece of wall was later destroyed when a cloud had rained several thousand tons of Mexican tamales from heaven.
On August 1st Lammas Night of 1967, after the character of the Devil from a future Susan Howatch novel had appeared to villagers, Thomas Jonathan “Stonedwall” Jackman was elected Sheriff of the Village of Calypso’s Bosom.
Not of course that the laws of Her Majesty Elizabeth II Queen of Canada were ever enforced in the village of Calypso’s Bosom as the primary diet consisted of marijuana (whose use was then illegal in Canada) as well as various chemical substances (whose use was still illegal today).
1967 soon became 1968 and 1968 soon became 1969 and all the years became blended into one like Lonesome Charlie’s blended milkshake of frogs and tequila (which drained a nearby swamp of its frog population and a nearby BC Government Liquor Store of its tequila products) which no one but Lonesome Charlie drank (thus earning him the epithet Lonesome Charlie).
Everything changed for the village of Calypso’s Bosom on the evening of July 20th/21st 1969 when all the villagers had assembled in the Village Square in front of the village’s communal black and white television set to watch the Apollo 11 moon landing.
When Neil Armstrong walked down the ladder of the lunar module and spoke these words, “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for….” the TV went off, all the village lights went off and the entire village of Calypso’s Bosom vanished into oblivion.
It would re-emerge again once every 7 years much like the Scottish village of Brigadoon rises out of the Scottish mist once every 100 years, so too does the Sechelt Peninsula New Age Aquarian hippy commune of Calypso’s Bosom emerge out of the marijuana haze once every 7 years.
Disappearing in 1969, it had re-emerged in 1976 and had watched a peanut farmer win the U.S. Democratic Presidential nomination.
7 years later in 1983, it watched the height of the Cold War as a former head of the KGB Yuri Andropov had become the head of the Soviet Union.
In 1990, it again re-emerged (not always on the exact anniversary of its disappearance) and watched George H.W. Bush give a speech proclaiming a New World Order in response to Saddam Hussein’s invasion of Kuwait.
In 1997, they watched Bill Clinton “not” having sexual relations with Monica Lewinsky as an Oval Office broadcast was transmitted to their communal black and white TV screen by a Jeffrey Epstein owned satellite.
In 2004, they watched John Kerry reporting for duty at the U.S. Democratic Party Presidential Convention.
In 2011, they watched the Arab Spring unfold before it turned into a radical militant Islamist Winter.
In 2018, they watched Huawei CFO Meng Wanzhou being arrested at Vancouver International Airport on the orders of the U.S. government.
The period of rest for Calypso’s Bosom was interrupted by Chinese government agents bringing a pot smoking desert cactus plant named Strawberry Fields Forever to the village and a few months later, the same Chinese government agents were again interrupting the village’s sleep by seizing the pot smoking desert cactus plant and taking it to a government re-education camp for transgendered Uighurs in the Xinjiang region of western China.
During that last interruption, Sheriff Stonewalled Jackman had foolishly left the commune of Calypso’s Village to take a swim on the beach at the town of Sechelt.
By the time he returned minus both his towel and his swimming trunks, the village had disappeared into the surrounding marijuana haze again.
Sheriff Stonedwall Jackman then got a job in charge of airport security at Victoria Airport on Vancouver Island (Sheriff Jackman was hired because he looked much younger than his age since he had had so many 7 year periods of rest).
It was there this past September 12th that a robot had driven the Federal Liberal Party Campaign Bus into the Federal Liberal Party Campaign Plane.
After a conversation with an intelligent squirrel at the Airport, Sheriff Jackman had discovered that the robot had been built by an electronics firm in Shanghai China that was owned by Mei-ling Manchu and Ho Babylon Minh who were both intelligence operatives for the Beijing government and the two intelligence operatives responsible for the butchering of Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s pot smoking cactus plant Strawberry Fields Forever.
That, Sheriff Jackman suspected, as he emerged from the depths of the fruit salad he was in in the New York City hotel kitchen, had something to do with the national security matter that Canada’s Justin Trudeau had sent him on.
It had to do with Mei-ling Manchu releasing photographs of Justin Trudeau wearing blackface and brownface.
It had to do with Mei-ling Manchu being at the opening of the UN General Assembly this week.
But that was about all he remembered.
He hoped he ran into that intelligent squirrel again who would explain everything to him.
He went back to his hotel room and opened a package that said Uncle Ernie’s Chemical of The Day Club (as opposed to Book of the Month Club) that bore an Australian post mark.
Sheriff Stonedwall Jackman inhaled the contents of the package and began singing,
“Fly little white dove fly
way up high
Spread your wings
Sing out your cry
across the universal sky…”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday September 22nd
2019.
Sheriff Stonedwall Jackman encounters a pair of conspirators from the year 1944 as he sings about little white doves flying high and singing out their cry across the universal sky.
Margarita Carmen Cansino, Orson Welles and Jack Benny
Margarita Carmen Cansino, Orson Welles and Jack Benny
The Norse trickster god Loki sat at the controls of the CERN Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland.
He had just finished sampling a month’s supply of Chemical of The Day Club (as opposed to Book of The Month Club) samples sent to him by a friend in Australia who went by the cheery sounding name of Uncle Ernie.
With Uncle Ernie’s Chemicals of The Day fully in control of his mind, Loki was now creating many a time warp down at CERN.
With Liberace and Olivia Newton John performing a duet of the song Let’s Do The Time Warp Again (from The Rocky Horror Picture Show) in the background, Loki was doing much temporal mischief.
The ghost of Orson Welles (who currently lived as a spectral guest in the colossal London mansion of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set where, along with the ghost of Sir Winston Churchill, he served as a spirit advisor to British MP Renfield R. Renfield) found himself sent back in time to the year 1935.
Tears came to Welles’ spectral eyes when he saw the young Margarita Carmen Cansino (who was later forced by Hollywood studio producers to change her name to Rita Hayworth) standing there.
“I should have been a more loving husband to her,” Welles’ ghost sobbed as he ordered a bottle of Chardonnay from the studio gopher.
“I can’t believe the nerve of that white guy who wanted to audition for the role of Charlie Chan,” Margarita Carmen Cansino shook her head.
“Would that have been Warner Oland?” Welles asked.
“No,” Rita shook her head, “Some non-talented entity from up in Canada who had listed High School Drama Teacher in Vancouver on his resume.”
Welles’ ghost went over to the next studio where the great American comic actor Jack Benny was holding auditions for his next movie.
Some obviously white guy wearing blackface stood on stage at the microphone.
“Hi,” said the man, “My name is Justin Trudeau and I’d like to audition for the role of Rochester.”
“Someone get that bum out of here,” Benny remarked.
Cerberus the 3-headed dog from the Underworld of Hades chased the Rochester wannabe off stage.
Welles began returning to the year 2019 when Loki hit another control at CERN.
As Welles whizzed through the year 1968, he encountered a newspaper boy shouting, “Read all about it. Peter Sellers beats out a Canadian for the role of Hrundi V. Bakshi in the movie The Party.”
Welles went back momentarily to the year 1965 where Mel Brooks the Executive Producer of the TV series Get Smart was remarking, “I don’t even want that Drama teacher auditioning for this role never mind getting it,” as a KAOS villain shouts, “Not Claw, Craw!”.
Welles eventually landed back in 2019 where he arrived in the Set Mansion living room as Amadeus was watching the 2016 remake of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday September 21st
2019.
Dracul Van Helsing 
Reblog of Hyperion Zen: Notes From Afar
September 30, 2019 at 9:25 pm (Commentary, Culture, Inspiration, Life, Personal essays, Philosophy) (Hyperion Zen, Meandering Thoughts and Reflections, Sherrielock Holmes)
Here’s an excellent blog post written by my friend Daniel.
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