Edgar Allan Poe’s Ghost, Prince Prospero, Lady Death and A Vietnamese Vampiress Lady MacBeth

February 29, 2020 at 11:45 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, Literature, Mystery, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Edgar Allan Poe’s Ghost, Prince Prospero, Lady Death and A Vietnamese Vampiress Lady MacBeth

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was at Toronto Pearson International Airport to fly back to the United Kingdom from Canada after spending a brief time in the land of beavers, the maple leaf and legalized marijuana to examine for himself how a Trotskyite Marxist insurrection fared against an incompetent government.

As Marxist Trotskyite agitators and self-proclaimed indigenous warriors blockaded roads and railways and set fires all over the place, Canada’s Prime Minister Justin Trudeau stood in front of his pot smoking antique mirror modelling one of Australian Uncle Ernie’s sequinned pink g-strings and wondered what the self-proclaimed Wet’ suwet’en hereditary chiefs would think if he showed up at a meeting with them wearing only this.

Before boarding the plane, Renfield told members of the Canadian media assembled there at the airport,

“Under the amazingly incompetent leadership of Justin Trudeau, I have seen Canada’s future…”

“… And it is Nicolas Maduro’s Venezuela,” he added before boarding the plane.

. . .

While lying in his bed, Donald Trump was visited by an entity identifying itself as the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe.

Poe’s ghost saluted Trump and said, “Hail Prince Prospero.”

“Who the Hell is Prince Prospero?” Trump asked as he struggled to put his toupee on.

“You are,” Poe’s ghost answered.

Outside in the White House Rose Garden, Lady Death strolled about.

. . .

Meanwhile inside the library of an exclusive gentlemen’s club in the City of London, Vietnamese vampiress Ho Babylon Minh (vampiress granddaughter of the late Vietnamese leader Ho Chi Minh), who had recently defected from Beijing to the Republic of Taiwan, was waiting for the People’s Republic of China Ambassador to the UK to show up.

Ho Babylon Minh had just come from a West London theatre where she had been playing Lady MacBeth carrying the real dagger that had been used to non-medically euthanize a leading London stage actor playing the role of Scotland’s King Duncan in what would be that leading stage actor’s last ever performance (where he would also be unavailable for a final curtain call).

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Saturday February 29th
2020.

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Mephistopheles Dances As Trump Announces Containment of Coronavirus

February 28, 2020 at 11:37 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Mephistopheles Dances As Trump Announces Containment of Coronavirus

The demon Mephistopheles had had a busy week.

He had accompanied Donald Trump on his visit to India to meet Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi.

As the Donald was busy bombing at an audition to appear in a Bollywood musical dance number routine, Mephistopheles went to New Delhi, where, as the patron demon in charge of promoting racism and ethnic hatred and violence, he succeeded in arousing extreme Hindu nationalists into killing Muslims in New Delhi in days of rioting (at which the current death toll sat at 38).

Mephistopheles was now in Canada arousing racist attacks against indigenous people due to the fact that indigenous self-proclaimed Warrior Societies (really criminal gangs giving themselves a pleasant sounding name and title) were blockading various roads and railways throughout Canada.

. . .

Meanwhile at the White House in Washington DC, Donald Trump approached his medical mask wearing British butler and valet Lexington and posed the question, “Hey, Lexington, what’s up with all these people in hazmat suits carrying all these dead bodies out of the White House?”.

“Well, it can’t possibly be the Coronavirus, sir,” Lexington commented sardonically, “since just days ago, you assured the American people in a press conference that your Administration has got the Coronavirus totally under control. And as you yourself said, “Maybe one or two deaths at most. Not much more.” So presumably all these folks have keeled over from contracting something else.”

“I think that’s safe to say, Lexington,” Trump nodded, “And speaking of keeping the Coronavirus under control, have you seen my Vice-President Mike Pence?”.

“He’s currently in a military hospital on life support,” Lexington answered.

“What?” Trump’s resulting anger blew his ridiculous looking toupee off his head, “Why wasn’t I informed?”.

“Officials were afraid of getting fired in one of your tweets,” Lexington explained, “if word got out among the American public that the man you had put in charge of containing the Coronavirus namely Vice-President Mike Pence had himself just died from the Coronavirus. They’re currently contacting a Havana based research scientist Dr. Ja Oui Khan into building an identical robot that looks like Vice-President Pence to appear in public and reassure voters. They’re also contacting Set Enterprises’ chief research scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher to see if he can bring Mike Pence back from the dead as he was successful at bringing an Israeli Mossad agent back from the dead as well as the Greek god Apollo.”

“How do they determine what constitutes being dead these days anyways?” Trump helped himself to a candy zombie man from a candy jar full of candy zombie men, “Is it being brain dead and showing lack of brain waves? That’s what allows doctors to determine death?”.

“I think there are other determining factors, ” Lexington replied, “for example I understand there’s someone who currently works in the Oval Office who’s been brain dead for years and yet shows other signs of animation.”

“Really? And who might that be?” Trump asked as he bit the head off a candy zombie man.

“If you please, sir,” Lexington stepped over a dead body, “I’d rather not say.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday February 28th
2020.


The goddesses Demeter and Persephone await the arrival of more souls in the Underworld.

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Late Victorian/Early Edwardian Photo of Kali?

February 27, 2020 at 11:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Late Victorian/Early Edwardian Photo of Kali?

Former British Conservative MP Agathor Christie was attending an antique photo exhibit being held at the Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery in London.

He was looking at a photo where the caption beneath it said that it was a late Victorian/early Edwardian era photo of the Hindu goddess Kali:

“Is this true?” Agathor Christie asked Dashwood Forrest the art gallery owner and curator.

“Well, according to the journal of esteemed London portrait photographer Edward H. Pickering, it is,” Forrest answered.

“But it seems to me I read somewhere that Kali has ten arms,” Agathor scratched his head.

“Well, having ten arms is just one of the forms she appears in (her Mahakali form) and since according to Mr. Pickering,” Forrest read from a photocopy of the photographer’s original journal, “Kali wanted her photo taken discreetly and didn’t want to attract attention walking the streets of London, she just appeared in the form of a regular woman. Walking down the streets with ten arms would have definitely attracted attention to one’s self.”

“That’s a good point,” Agathor had to agree.

“What was she doing in London?” Agathor’s private eye partner former Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley inquired.

“She wanted to see the capital of this Empire that claimed to rule her people of India,” Forrest answered.

“What were Kali’s origins?” Agathor put on his monocleūüßź and took a closer look at the photo.

“Well,” Forrest answered, “according to one tradition, the warrior goddess Durga, who also has ten arms, was riding a lion or tiger into battle against the Mahishasura (or Mahisa) the buffalo demon. Durga became so enraged at the buffalo demon in this battle that her anger burst from her forehead in the form of Kali. Once born, Kali went wild and ate all the demons she came across, stringing their heads on a chain which she wore around her neck.”

“Sounds to me Durga or Kali should go to Canada and battle a buffalo demon who’s wandering around there,” Agathor reflected over a glass of cognac just handed to him, “the man who defeated me as MP twice in the past two elections Renfield R. Renfield is currently visiting Canada and informs me that a demon buffalo was recently raised from the dead at its resting place in Tail Creek, Alberta. It is now wandering without a head across the provinces of Ontario and Quebec where it is aiding Mohawk Warriors and Trotskyite Marxists in a insurrection dubbed #ShutDownCanada.”

“Seems to me I heard something about that,” Forrest acknowledged.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday February 27th
2020.

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Trotskyite Anarchists Throw Burning Debris Against Canadian Trains

February 26, 2020 at 11:34 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Politics, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Trotskyite Anarchists Throw Burning Debris Against Canadian Trains

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was once again giving a news editorial on a very very independent Ottawa radio station.

“Well, my dear Canadian friends,” Renfield began, “maybe you should just all move down to the U.S. of A. since according to Donald Trump’s press conference earlier today, the U.S. has the Coronavirus totally under control.”

“Of course, as we all know,” Renfield went on as he downed a bottle of gin, “such an announcement from such a personage is probably the strongest indication yet that the U.S. is about to experience a very severe outbreak of the Coronavirus.”

“As for Canada,” Renfield started on his second bottle of gin, “the Marxist Trotskyite insurrection continues as Prime Minister Justin says that he is very very upset with Tyendinaga Mohawk warriors throwing burning signs and burning tires at trains on railway tracks. If that isn’t enough to send the Tyendinaga Mohawk Warriors quaking in their Made In Communist China moccasins, nothing will.”

Renfield started on his third bottle of gin, “Former astronaut and currently spaced out Canadian Federal Minister of Transport Marc Garneau says that throwing burning debris at trains is recklessness.”

The British MP bit into a tuna fish sandwich and continued, “Throwing burning debris at trains isn’t recklessness.”

“It’s terrorism,” Renfield pounded his fist on the table, “still when you’ve got a wimp for your leader, wimpyness is sure to follow all around the cabinet table.”

Out on the streets of Ottawa, federal Liberal cabinet ministers were approaching people and saying, “I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.”

Unless of course they were vegans in which case they’d ask for money for plant based burgers.

“I notice,” Renfield continued, “that Quebec Premier Francois Legault is astutely pointing out that the Kanesatake Mohawk Warriors are smuggling in arms including AK-47 assault rifles onto their blockades of various roads in Quebec as the Federal Liberals continue to do the lotus position upside down on their environmentally friendly eco-recyclable yoga mats, chant
“ommmm” and get in touch with their inner sugarplum fairy.

“Although some pot-smoking Kanesatake elder says it’s sheer hysteria to say that the Kanesatake Mohawk Warriors have AK-47s or any other type of heavy weaponry. Anybody with brains knows the Kanesatake Mohawk Warriors own AK-47s and other heavy weapons. Which they purchased following years of smuggling cheaper U.S. cigarettes into Canada and selling them to Canadians at still lower prices than Canadian cigarettes with their various federal and provincial taxes. Something which the Brian Bulroney government of the day turned a blind eye to. They didn’t even seize the weapons when the Mohawk blockade of Oka, Quebec ended in 1990.”

. . .

Down in Havana, Cuba, the Neo-Nazi billionaire Robur Pike who rented a condo in the city was meeting with Dr. Ja Oui Khan a sanity challenged scientist who rented laboratories in the city (and who also taught science in a government run literacy program recently praised by Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders).

“Dr. Khan,” Pike remarked as he smoked a Cuban cigar, “since the Trotskyite Communist 4th International are using a small group of Wet’ suwet’en hereditary chiefs’ land dispute with a natural gas company to try to disrupt the Canadian economy and destabilize the Canadian nation, I’ve come to the conclusion that I in the Neo-Nazi Fourth Reich Global Outreach can use these indigenous warriors’ blockades to start a race war which is always to my organization’s advantage. I thought it might be cool if I could drop a test tube of the Coronavirus at one of these blockades. The Trotskyites can then scream genocide and say the RCMP are behind it. Do you have access to such a test tube?”.

“I do,” Dr. Khan answered, “A metal rat I created which has the head of a demon buffalo on it is currently the Walmart style greeter at the Wuhan Institute of Virology in Wuhan, China. I can send him to either a Tyendinaga blockade in Ontario or a Kanesatake blockade in Quebec. Interestingly enough the metal rat demon buffalo head’s headless buffalo body is currently wandering the provinces of Ontario and Quebec having recently been brought back to life by a necromancer or shaman of unknown origin. The metal rat with the demon buffalo head can go looking for it as he dumps test tubes of Coronavirus.”

“Splendid,” Pike threw his Cuban cigar stub at the foot of a statue of an old Chicago cigar store Indian he had recently bought at a community organizing fundraising event in Chicago.

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 26th
2020.

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Carnevale In Venice: Masque of The Dread Death

February 25, 2020 at 11:43 pm (Fantasy, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Literature, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Carnevale In Venice: Masque of The Dread Death

Coronavirus spreads 
like jam on bread 
China, Iran, South Korea,
Northern Italy
Wide clusters of cases

Authorities decree 
no carnevale masque balls
In Venice 
The night before Ash Wednesday 
Thus Lent will arrive early for many

Mardi Gras in New Orleans
Parades and music 
Party goers dance 
Voodoo spells 
Driven away by sounds of jazz
Many dollars are spent on the French Quarter

In Canada, Shrove Tuesday
aka National Pancake Day
Justin Trudeau with 
post-Magical Mystery Tour pot smoke munchies 
eats two dozen pancakes 
covered in patriotic maple syrup 
Goes to give speech on how to end child hunger 
Ends up with a loss for words

But in Venice 
no joy on the canal
Coronavirus has come out

But the children of the night 
are natural rebels
Like wolves outside a Transylvanian nobleman’s castle¬†
What music they make

They put on masks
Ladies in lovely Renaissance style evening gowns
Men wearing white wigs 
And wearing Age of Louis XIV attire 
likewise mask themselves 

Rent gondolas
And sail canals of Venice 
In defiance of authorities
Dance on the streets

One son of Night 
wearing a New York Knicks
t-shirt walks around singing,
“I am what I am”
On his face he wears the Greek mask of Comedy
At the back of his head the Greek mask of Tragedy 

He goes up to people with his happy smiling laughing face
He touches them gently
They fall to ground dead
He walks away 
And you can see the sad crying unhappy face 

He goes into an elegant Venetian hotel 
And up to a room
Where he opens the door

And there is the Greek goddess Hera
The Queen of Olympus

Hera speaks,
Thanatos, son of Nyx,
You have turned a carnevale cruise 
into Charon’s ferry ride across the Styx.

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday February 25th
2020.

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Countess Draculina, Justin, A Gender Confused Wombat and A Pot Smoking Walrus

February 24, 2020 at 11:09 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic romance, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Countess Draculina, Justin, A Gender Confused Wombat and A Pot Smoking Walrus

Justin entered the mirror.

And felt the wet sand under his feet.

What happened to his shoes and socks he wondered?

The Basilides gnostic god Abraxas had them on his two feet (which were heads of serpents) in another dimension.

Walking through two inter-dimensional portal mirrors on the same night can cause stuff to go missing.

Which was always the noted Australian entertainer Uncle Ernie’s explanation whenever his g-string style jock strap fell off while he was on the stage in his drag queen show and the audience could see what he had (or lack thereof!).

Justin looked at the vampiress who stood before him.

“A little bird tells me that you’re the Countess Draculina the daughter of Count Dracula,” Justin spoke with his usual meandering manner of speaking.

Countess Draculina leaned forward and shouted “Boo!”.

The little hummingbird on Justin’s shoulder flew away.

“I didn’t know there was a full moon tonight,” Justin looked at the full moon and the Scottish castle behind Countess Draculina.

“That is an illusion,” Draculina laughed, “caused by a great searchlight (invented by Nikola Tesla) casting its full moon signal into the air.”

“Will signs and wonders never cease?” Justin used a fine tooth comb to remove gray hairs from his hair.

“Those signs and wonders will soon increase and increase,” Draculina licked the blood off her lips just as an Australian wombat (who was actually Uncle Ernie shapeshifting from another dimension) crawled up and licked the blood off her breasts atop her low-cut gothic attire mini dress.

“And what is the purpose of all these signs and wonders?” Justin asked as he inhaled pot smoke that was being exhaled by a pot smoking Arctic walrus that had just crawled on to the shore from the sea.

The ghost of John Lennon appeared on one of the high towers of the distant Scottish castle and began singing a paraphrased version of one of his old hits, “Imagine all the people worshipping the Antichrist… someday you’ll join us and the world will be as one.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher 
Monday February 24th
2020.

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Inside Magical Mystery Tour

February 23, 2020 at 11:36 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic, Gothic romance, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Inside Magical Mystery Tour 

Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau was inside his greenhouse.

He was staring at the late Victorian/early Edwardian era antique mirror that stood in the place where his pot smoking and cannabis exhaling desert cactus plant Strawberry Fields Forever had once stood.

A mirror that reflected neither Justin’s image nor the area of the greenhouse around him.

For within its glass was the image of a closed rare and used book store at the intersection of a dark alley and desolate London street at night.

“Where’s my pot smoking cactus plant?” Justin asked, “I thought I was getting a pot smoking cactus plant called Magical Mystery Tour?”.

“Enter the mirror, stupid,” a voice from the bookshop inside the mirror spoke.

“Did you just tell me to enter the mirror?” Justin asked.

“Brilliant deduction,” the voice answered.

Justin walked into the mirror and found himself standing at the corner of desolate street and dark alley in London.

The only thing within his sight was the closed used book store.

Mist which smelled a lot like pot smoke filled the dark London street.

He decided to try to open the door of the closed book store that was called Tezcatlipoca’s Antiquarium and Rare Books.

Sure enough the door opened and a bell above the door rang indicating a customer was entering the shop.

The old shop owner who was a skeleton covered in cob webs looked up from the cob web and dust covered book he was reading called The Brothers Grimm Grimoire.

He got up to greet Justin and his skull fell off.

Whereupon the rest of his bones fell apart as well.

A volume called Old Yale University Alumni fell off one of the book shelves and landed on top of the skull and bones.

Justin walked to the back of the bookstore where he saw a pot of coffee brewing.

The pot of coffee was next to an antique mirror (much like the one in Justin’s greenhouse) except this mirror reflected the book shelves round about as well as Justin’s own image.

A bony finger emerged from inside the mirror and pointed at the coffee pot and an old ceramic cup bearing the image of what looked to be an old Aztec deity.

“Take and drink,” a voice inside the mirror commanded.

Justin poured himself a cup of coffee.

He added cream that he poured from a small statue of the Egyptian cow goddess Hathor.

He added sugar from packets of sugar marked Uncle Ernie’s Sugar Free Sugar that had the inscription at the back Aleister Crowley approved.

He used a skull insignia emblazoned spoon to stir the concoction.

He drank.

Justin then looked at the mirror and saw this image:

Countess Draculina in front of a castle on the West Coast of Scotland

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday February 23rd
2020.

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Renfield Discusses Politics and Culture With Artemis

February 22, 2020 at 11:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel)

Renfield Discusses Politics and Culture With Artemis

Since strange supernatural creatures and spirit animals were currently crawling all over the Canadian landscape (to say nothing of Justin Trudeau’s pot smoking mirror that had on its glass a frozen in time reflection of a closed rare and used book store at the end of a Harry Potteresque alleyway in London) the Council of Gods had decided to send Cernunnos the Celtic stag headed god of the hunt and Artemis the Greek goddess of the hunt to investigate.

Cernunnos was currently in the Kanesatake territory of the Canadian province of Quebec firing arrows at the burning disembodied head of French Jesuit priest Pierre Teilhard de Chardin who had flames coming out of the silver hair on top of his head.

Artemis was in Ottawa the Canadian capital taking stock of reports that a demon buffalo was walking the city’s streets.

After a day of hunting and no sign of a catch for
A & W’s proposed new super spicy bison burger, Artemis was currently at the Chateau Laurier Hotel in Ottawa having a balcony conversation with British MP Renfield R. Renfield.

The ghost of Orson Welles was sitting on a flying carpet that was given to him by the Persian goddess Anahita (who was business partners with the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set in a Persian rug warehouse and business in London).

He was filming the conversation between Renfield and Artemis using an old fashioned black and white camera.

Renfield on Donald Trump’s latest cerebral train wreck shenanigans:¬†
Donald Trump is the sort of fellow who loves North Korean dictators and hates South Korean film makers.

Artemis to Renfield:
But moving from lack of brains to the state of the human heart in today’s times, what say you of the human heart, Renfield?

Renfield on today’s politically correct human sexuality:
Homosexuality has gone from being The Love That Dare Not Speak Its Name of Oscar Wilde’s times to The Lust That Can’t Shut Up About Itself of our own.

Renfield, after lighting his cigarette and putting the candle back on the table, remarks:
Today, civilization is viewed as a parasite. And savagery, decadence and barbarism summoned by the pied pipers of Hollywood, modern music and contemporary entertainment moves down the sunset boulevard of humanity’s waning day and the bright light of civilization, now in the same state as this flickering candle, will soon be gone with the wind.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday February 22nd
2020.

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Justin Trudeau’s Failed Macho Man Impersonation and The Unmasked Demon Dancer Chief Woos

February 21, 2020 at 11:55 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel)

Justin Trudeau’s Failed Macho Man Impersonation and The Unmasked Demon Dancer Chief Woos

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was doing a guest news editorial on a very very independent Ottawa radio station.

“Well,” Renfield began, “after a week, Canada’s Prime Minister Justin Trudeau is apparently sick of being called a “wimp” (namely because he is one) and earlier today after swallowing the contents of a dozen bottles of testosterone tablets marched (instead of his usual “minced”) to a media briefing room with important members of his cabinet and in his deepest (closest he could muster to a baritone sounding) voice announced, “These barricades must come down now.”

Of course Justin didn’t say what he would do if the barricades by indigenous gangs (self-proclaimed Warrior societies) and their Marxist Trotskyite co-travellers didn’t come down from blocking the nation’s railway and transportation system since the cranial contents challenged son of self-proclaimed philosopher king Pierre Elliot said he still wouldn’t call in the police to take down the blockades.

Justin thinks no doubt that his failed Macho Man routine would be enough to frighten the anarchistically inclined Mohawk Warriors to take down their railway blockades at Belville Ontario and outside the Kanesatake settlement in Quebec.

Well despite the dozen bottles of testosterone pills he swallowed and his pitiful attempt at trying to talk in a baritone voice saying “These barricades must come down now” to the group of costumed figured puppets dressed as Alvin and The Chimpmunks singing behind the curtain (as Justin spoke) in their Chipmunk sounding voices those 1978 Village People lyrics, “Macho, macho, macho man, I gotta be a macho man…”, I doubt very much the Tyendinaga Mohawk Warriors near Bellville Ontario or the Kanesatake Mohawk Warriors near Oka, Quebec will be taking down their blockades anytime soon without police intervention.

I noticed a photo of the Wet’suwet’en hereditary chiefs who are opposed to the natural gas pipeline in northern B.C. standing in front of a Tim Horton’s restaurant in a food court on the TV news tonight.

No doubt they were wondering why the plant based beef burgers they had just bought at the Tim Horton’s behind them didn’t taste exactly the same as the supposedly plant based beef burgers that the beautiful woman (who was actually a Wechuge evil spirit in disguise) gave them in the first place that caused their panties to twist into a knot over the natural gas pipeline.

An investigation by the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka, vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing and Interpol agent Peter Whitstable showed the same beautiful woman (who is actually a Wechuge evil spirit ) had given Tim Horton’s boxes containing supposedly plant based beef burgers to the Tyendinaga Mohawk Warriors last night.

Meanwhile the Wet’suwet’en hereditary Chief Woos spoke at a news conference earlier today.

Seeing Chief Woos speak at that news conference, two words come most pre-eminently to mind.

And those two words are “total scumbag”.

And when I say that, I’m judging him by the content of his character (and his facial expression that so clearly reflects the content of that character) and not the colour of his skin nor his ethnic background.”

. . .

Meanwhile¬†Pope Francis was reading today’s Munich Agreement in which Vatican Foreign Minister Archbishop Paul Gallagher had met with Chinese Foreign Minister Wang Yi in Munich and had surrendered control over the Catholic Church in China to the Communist government of Xi Jinping.

. . .


Meanwhile the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka stood and watched in horror as the Wechuge evil spirit (shapeshifted into a beautiful woman) was gathering up cartons marked Tim Horton’s of supposedly plant based beef burgers that she had just fed the Kanesatake Mohawk Warriors prior to their meeting with the Wechuge influenced Wet’suwet’en hereditary chiefs tomorrow.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday February 21st
2020.

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Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka and The Wechuge

February 20, 2020 at 11:57 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka and The Wechuge

A group of Tyendinaga Mohawk Warriors sat at their blockades on the railway tracks near Belleville, Ontario.

Also among their ranks was a group of whites- all of whom were paid agitators from the Trotskyite Fourth International.

They sat eating hot dogs and listening to the radio.

On the radio was British MP Renfield R. Renfield, “I’ve been asked by the producer of this program not to mention the fact that Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg likes his employees to blow dry his arm pits before he gives a speech so I’m not going to mention that.”

“There must be a long list of people who want to kill this Renfield,” a Warrior remarked.

“One of our people managed to get ahold of the ice axe that was used to kill Trotsky in Mexico City in 1940,” commented a Trotskyite agitator, “so we plan to use that to do him in.”

Nearby a mysterious creature stalked the woods.

The creature was a Wechuge – a giant ice creature who had once been human but had become possessed by an ancient giant animal spirit.

The Wechuge were to be found in Western Canada.

This Wechuge had been a member of the Wet’suwet’en’ First Nation prior to having once ate human flesh and become a Wechuge.

It was this Wechuge who had appeared to some of the Wet’suwet’en hereditary chiefs and told them to oppose a gas pipeline that was actually supported by the vast majority of the Wet’suwet’en people including other hereditary chiefs and the elected band council.

She had appeared in the form of a beautiful woman and gave them what she claimed were Tim Horton’s plant based beef burgers to eat.

She said, “I find their flavour particularly satisfying.”

The Wechuge quickly shape shifted from giant ice creature to beautiful woman and approached the Mohawk encampment carrying what appeared to be cups of Tim Horton’s coffee and containers of Tim Horton’s Plant Based Beef Burgers.

“Take this and eat,” she handed out the containers of supposedly plant based beef burgers, “Do this in memory of me.”

She then vanished into the night.

. . .

“My pot smoking and cannabis exhaling marijuana plant turns out to be a late Victorian/early Edwardian antique mirror,” Justin Trudeau wept in front of his cabinet during a cabinet meeting, “One that doesn’t even reflect its immediate surroundings but rather reflects a closed used and rare book store on the street corner next to a desolate alley on a mist filled night in London, England.”

The cabinet looked at one another.

This was Canada’s national leader in a time of national crisis.

. . .


The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka sat on a tree stump in the wintery woods and awaited the arrival of Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing and Peter Whitstable the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol.

The trio would be investigating the alliance of First Nations supernatural skulduggery and Trotskyite Marxism.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday February 20th
2020.

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