Qonzilqointec In Stockholm
Qonzilqointec In Stockholm
The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was walking the streets of Stockholm Sweden.
She was protected by Dr. Cadbury Rocher’s Sunblock For Vampiresses on her skin which prevented her from being quite literally burnt to a crisp on a sunny Stockholm afternoon on the last day of May 2020.
Sweden (the birthplace of Scandinavian social democracy) had not instituted a lockdown during the pandemic.
And while its Covid-19 death rate of 319 deaths per million was far higher than lockdown Norway’s death rate of 40 per million and lockdown Denmark’s death rate of 91 per million, Sweden’s death rate was still lower than that of extreme lockdown Italy, extreme lockdown Spain and the extreme lockdown United Kingdom.
This naturally upset the leftist news media throughout the world as well as numerous U.S. Democratic Party politicians in the U.S. who were hoping that locking multitudes of people in their homes and forbidding them to attend public worship services would bring about the necessary spiritual conditions for the Antichrist to emerge on the world stage and finally proclaim the New World Order (for which George Soros, Bill Gates and Pope Francis had thanklessly worked their asses off the past few years).
Qonzilqointec was in Sweden because the Set Enterprises intelligence network had heard that representatives of the Communist Chinese government in Beijing and representatives of the Havana based Neo-Nazi billionaire Robur Pike were meeting in Stockholm.
China’s paramount leader Xi Jinping and the Neo-Nazi billionaire Robur Pike had joined forces to finance the rioting and looting part of the protests in U.S. cities over the Minneapolis murder of Afro-American George Floyd by white policeman Derek Chauvin.
It was advantageous to Xi to have mass violent protests in the U.S. so he could crush Hong Hong autonomy and maybe even invade Taiwan and forcibly make both integral parts of the Chinese Communist state while Donald Trump was preoccupied with domestic unrest in America.
And who knows maybe invade and annex other countries in Asia after that.
You probably wouldn’t want to tell this to Xi Jinping’s face but he seemed to be very much turning into a Chinese version of Japan’s Hideki Tojo (the militaristic Prime Minister of Japan during the Second World War).
As for Robur Pike, he was a genetic clone of Confederate Brigadier Gen. and Supreme Scottish Rite Freemasonic leader Albert Pike.
Robur Pike had been genetically cloned in a laboratory in Knoxville, Tennessee back in 1966 by Dr. Eckhart Fromm a Nazi scientist brought to the United States in Operation Paperclip.
Fromm had cloned Robur Pike from locks of hair belonging to Albert Pike.
Fromm died in a parachuting accident a few months later so his knowledge of genetic cloning was lost.
It was only Bill Clinton’s decision in the 1990s to spend trillions of dollars to map the human genome that would finally allow today’s scientists to accumulate the knowledge of genetic cloning that Dr. Eckhart Fromm had in his mind.
Robur Pike, like Charles Manson of mass murdering hippy fame, longed for a race war in the U.S.
Thus Pike and Xi had formed a mutual alliance and were funding white supremacists and Antifa members to travel throughout American cities and riot, loot and burn ostensibly to honour the memory of homicide victim George Floyd.
Xi’s and Pike’s representatives were meeting in neutral Stockholm.
Qonzilqointec approached the Stockholm restaurant where the two sides were meeting.
A leprechaun on a bicycle outside the restaurant handed her the crossbow and arrow that belonged to the Celtic stag god Cernunnos.
Qonzilqointec entered the restaurant and shot the representatives of both sides- Chinese Communist and Neo-Nazi.
The waiter had just arrived with their order- a special request order of Sweet and Sour Swedish meatballs.
Unfortunately both sides were now too dead to enjoy it.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday May 31st
2020.
Haiku About America In Late May 2020
Haiku About America In Late May 2020
Hate crushes man’s neck
Last words spoken, “I can’t breathe”
Hate now breathes ten fold
A Distant Mirror
A Distant Mirror
The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka standing in front of a mirror in her London apartment over a 100 years ago.
Back in 1912, the immortal Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka had obtained a job as a stenographer to Britain’s Foreign Secretary Sir Edward Grey.
Grey’s career as UK Foreign Secretary lasted exactly 11 years from December 10th 1905 to December 10th 1916.
When Sir Edward Grey went to receive his seals of office as Foreign Secretary from King Edward VII on December 11th 1905, a dense fog hung over London; a fog so thick that Grey had to use the pavement kerb to feel his way from Buckingham Palace back to the Foreign Office.
Eleven years to the day, he was back at the Palace, this time to relinquish his seals of office to King George V.
And London was once again shrouded in fog.
It was as if the fog at the start was a foreshadowing of what was to come and the fog at the end were teary mists rising from the earth at the cataclysmic event which transpired when Grey was Foreign Secretary.
That cataclysmic event occurred on what otherwise felt like a beautiful summer day in early August 1914.
The date was August 3rd.
Tanaka had a desk in Grey’s office where she was close at hand to take notes and then write letters and dispatches.
It had been a busy month in the British Foreign Office starting with the assassination of the Austro-Hungarian ArchDuke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo, Bosnia-Hercegovina on June 28th 1914.
That assassination exacerbated tensions among the Great Powers throughout Europe.
Austria had issued an ultimatum to Serbia on July 23rd.
Sir Edward Grey himself had tried to put together a group among the Great Powers to mediate the crisis on July 24th and July 25th.
But from July 25th to August 2nd, Russia, Germany and France were already starting to mobilize their troops.
Austria herself declared war on Serbia on July 28th.
Grey worked around the clock to stop an Austro-Serbian War from becoming a Pan-European War.
And even worse a world war.
Which would be what would happen if Germany invaded Belgium to attack France.
For in the 1839 Treaty of London, Britain had agreed to support Belgian neutrality and would come to Belgium’s defence if attacked.
Of course Britain was not just the United Kingdom.
Britain was an Empire.
Canada, Australia, New Zealand and South Africa were self-ruling in terms of home internal affairs but their foreign and defence polices were still determined by London (and would be the case until the Statute of Westminster in 1931).
And of course that was also the case for Britain’s numerous other non self-ruling colonies.
So if Britain were to enter this war, a quarter of the globe would follow.
It would be a world war.
But Grey was working around the clock night and day to stop that possibility.
Tanaka sat at her desk on stand-by.
Never had she dreamed that she would be so close to history being made.
That evening of August 3rd 1914, a friend of Grey’s the journalist John Alfred Spender the editor of the Westminster Gazette came to join the Foreign Secretary in his office.
Just as the sun was going down, the phone rang.
“It’s the German Ambassador to London,” Grey whispered to Spender as Tanaka read his lips.
Grey listened and said nothing.
Then he hung up the phone.
His face turned ashen white and he stood up and went to the window and looked out saying nothing.
Spender, concerned about his friend’s health and mental state, decided to break the silence by pointing out that beyond Saint James’ Park (which the Foreign Office window faced) “the first of the gas lights along the Mall are being lit.”
Whatever Grey was meditating on was broken by the statement.
Grey turned to look at his friend, blinked and said, “What was that?”.
Spender repeated, “It’s dusk. And the first of the gas lights along the Mall are being lit.”
Grey turned to look and then remarked sadly, “The lights are going out all over Europe. And we shall not see them lit again in our lifetime.”
Tanaka had gone home that night.
She stood looking down at the sink below her mirror.
And as her own light shone brightly below her mirror, Grey’s words came back to haunt her, “The lights are going out all over Europe. And we shall not see them lit again in our lifetime.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday May 28th
2020.
Renfield and Set Discuss The New Hong Kong Security Law
Renfield and Set Discuss The New Hong Kong Security Law
British MP Renfield R. Renfield and the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set were discussing the Chinese National People’s Congress recently passed new Security Law for Hong Kong.
“So you continue to stand by your claims in your Yorkshire Television interview that this new National Security law will mean the end of Hong Kong’s autonomy and freedoms?” Set inquired as he ate more live crocodiles from a nearby tank dispelling long held rumours across many millennia that he was the father of the Egyptian crocodile god Sobek (he wasn’t).
“That is correct,” Renfield ate his roast beef and Yorkshire pudding.
“And U.S. Secretary of State Mike Pompeo is now recommending that the U.S. Congress revoke Hong Kong’s special status as a favoured trading partner since the island will now effectively be under the control of the Beijing regime?” Set helped himself to a box of chocolates.
“He is,” Renfield sipped a brandy, “and as was to be expected, China’s Foreign Minister Wang Yi and various Chinese diplomats around the world are now throwing hissy fits in the wake of Pompeo’s announcement. They’re running around like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off and it isn’t even the Year of the Rooster.”
Set bit into his coq au vin, “And Beijing continues to influence the World Health Organization and its policies and collection of data?”.
“It does,” Renfield nodded as he ate a Devil’s food cake, “To say nothing of friendly relations between Bill Gates and the People’s Republic of China.”
“And I take it the Chinese Ministry of State Security is continuing its persecution of the underground Chinese Catholic Church with Pope Francis’ blessing and whole hearted approval?” Set bit into his Argentinian empanadas.
“They are,” Renfield admitted, “Recently Francis told China’s underground Catholics to get with the program (which is worshipping Xi Jinping as China’s national god) because as we know Pope Francis in his idiotic Abu Dhabi Declaration of last year stupidly asserted that “God wills the diversity of all religions”.
“I’m sure my conceited brother Osiris and my equally conceited nephew Horus will wholeheartedly agree,” Set lit a pipe, “I myself have reached the conclusion years ago that being a god isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.”
Set started choking on his pipe smoke.
“They say that the Roman Emperor Vespasian’s last words on his death bed were “I fear I’m becoming a god”,” Renfield acknowleged.
“Maybe we should have Xi becoming a god permanently,” Set threw a thousand year old egg into a garbage can.
“You’re suggesting that we should bump Xi Jinping off?” Renfield opened up a can of a new brand of cola called Socrates’ Non-Hemlock Cola.
“I am,” Set added a pinch of salt to his glass of Dr. Pepper.
“I’ll put in a call to my friends the vampiress Mei-ling Manchu and the vampiress Ho Babylon Minh right away,” Renfield picked up his smart phone.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday May 27th
2020.
Mermaid’s Tears and The Ocean
Mermaid’s Tears and The Ocean
It was but a drop in the ocean
He reflected
As he emptied a mermaid’s tear
A mermaid’s tear kept in a tiny bottle
By an elderly aunt
Who had been given the tiny bottle as a child by her father
And was told that what appeared to be a tear inside was a mermaid’s tear
That elderly aunt had passed away
a few weeks ago
And the bequest given to him
Was he was to take the bottle
And empty the tear back into the ocean
So that somehow the mermaid’s tear
Would be reunited with its owner
A drop in the ocean it was
And the mermaid’s tear quickly disappeared in the surging tide
Sail away, sail away oh mermaid’s tear
Among the currents and ebbs of the sea
And return to the eye that shed thee
Considered but a drop in the ocean
In this eternity
He turned and there standing on the beach
Was a friend of his
The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka
She looked at him,
How kind of you to return a mermaid’s tear to the sea
She kissed him
And they embraced
Seeing the sight
from distant ocean waves
Mermaids wept
… tears of joy
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday May 26th
2020.
Alan Dershowitz and Sobek
Alan Dershowitz and Sobek
Lawyer Alan Dershowitz was conducting a thought experiment.
He was imagining himself a defence lawyer at the Old Bailey in London in 1888, that Jack the Ripper had been caught and arrested and he Dershowitz had been asked to defend the Ripper.
He was playing in his mind his opening address to the jury at the start of the Ripper’s trial, “Members of the jury, I’d like to say a few words about my client who’s the noblest Briton of them all…”
His thought experiment was interrupted by a knock at the door.
He opened it and standing there was the Egyptian crocodile god Sobek.
Dershowitz had met Sobek on a few occasions before in the presence of a presumably late former client of his Jeffrey Epstein.
Epstein used to hang out with Sobek quite often that is when the pervert pedophile financier wasn’t busy hanging out with the likes of Bill Clinton, Bill Gates, Donald Trump and Prince Andrew.
“Sobek,” Dershowitz smiled, “I haven’t seen you since Jeffrey allegedly hung himself in prison after he had knocked himself out and then tied a noose around his neck while still unconscious.”
“Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end,” Sobek quoted old Mary Hopkin lyrics to the attorney.
“What brings you here?” Dershowitz waved the crocodile over to an arm chair in his living room.
“I’d like to thank you for giving those Christians a hard time who think that a mandatory vaccine could be the Mark of the Beast system prophesied in the Book of Revelation Chapter 13,” Sobek sat down and helped himself to some pretzels from an appetizer dish on the coffee table.
“It was no problem,” Dershowitz lit himself a cigar and offered one to the crocodile god which Sobek accepted, “I called their bluff by saying “We all know that the Devil can cite Scripture to his purposes.” And then I proceeded to bolster my own argument by doing just that. Citing an obscure passage in the Book of Leviticus (Chapters 12 and 13 to be precise) which nobody bothers to read anymore save the occasional old fashioned Calvinist and occasional old fashioned Presbyterian who are totally obsessed with blood and gore and all manner of obscure long winded regulations. Heck even most religious Jews don’t bother reading it anymore since we no longer do living animal sacrifices in the contemporary Israelite religion. I myself am a secular inclined Jew. I suppose if I were religious, I might belong to the Synagogue of Satan that Christ and Saint John the Apostle warned about.”
“Glad to hear it,” Sobek blew smoke rings in the shape of Nile River bulrushes.
“Why are you so into mandatory vaccines?” Dershowitz asked.
“Well our friend Jeffrey was into mandatory vaccines,” Sobek smiled showing his perfectly snow white teeth.
“That I didn’t know,” Dershowitz poured a brandy and offered one to Sobek which the crocodile god accepted, “what type of vaccine was he into developing?”.
“It could be used for anything actually,” Sobek sipped his brandy, “He was intending to use administering the vaccine as a cover for something else.”
“And what would that be?” Dershowitz inquired.
“To change people’s DNA,” Sobek answered.
“I knew Jeffrey was obsessed with the idea of creating a master race,” Dershowitz moved a chess piece on a board next to him, “My cousin Anna’s best friend Rachel’s rabbi Goldbloom didn’t approve because it reeked of the Nazis Heinrich Himmler and Adolf Eichmann and their work.”
“Jeffrey was investigating cases where alleged UFO abductees were supposedly given alien implants aboard the UFOs they were taken,” Sobek explained.
Dershowitz looked on in horror as an invisible opponent captured his Queen.
He then looked over at Sobek.
“That I didn’t know,” Dershowitz swallowed his cigar and had to wash it down with brandy, “Jeffrey was always full of surprises.”
“Some doctors did find strange implants in the bodies of a few alleged UFO abductees,” Sobek pointed out, “And what these implants had in common was they were slowing changing the DNA of the abductees.”
“To what?” Dershowitz asked.
“Jeffrey wasn’t sure,” Sobek shrugged, “But it was something not human. His research came to an abrupt end when he was arrested and later suicided in prison.”
“I take it Jeffrey was wanting to administer these DNA changing implants to people,” Dershowitz moved a white bishop on the board.
“He was,” Sobek nodded, “But he realized most people, like the abductees aboard the alien craft, would probably object to having these implants. So he thought they could be administered as an extra bonus. Like say with a mandatory vaccine.”
“I wonder if Jeffrey ever discussed his plans with Bill Gates,” Dershowitz played with his white bishop and a black king’s knight as he looked over at the TV screen and it was showing some old news footage of Bill Gates meeting Pope Francis a few years back.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday May 25th
2020.
Sherrielock Holmes Meets Boris Johnson
Sherrielock Holmes Meets Boris Johnson
World famous London dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes was getting her photo taken by world famous London photographer Manuel Murrat Merriweather.
She was getting her picture taken on her sofa in front of a Manuel Murrat Merriweather retouched photo of an old black and white aerial photo of New York City in 1931.
When the photo session was over, Sherrielock gave Manuel a spanking for not social distancing during the photo session.
Then when that was over, she gave him another spanking for not social distancing during the original spanking session.
And on and on it went.
Until there was a knock at her apartment door.
It was British Prime Minister Boris Johnson showing up for a previous scheduled appointment.
Manuel Murrat Merriweather left the apartment with his bottom tingling like the sound of caroling bells from a church tower on Christmas Eve.
His buttocks now resembled a Christmas candy cane.
Boris Johnson arrived at Sherrielock Holmes’ apartment because he figured he could use a good spanking since he had not demanded that his chief advisor Dominic Cummings resign for breaking his government’s own coronavirus lockdown rules.
People were thinking that one rule applied for the elites and another rule applied to the masses.
Of course, Johnson, being the Oxford trained classicist that he was, knew that had always been the case throughout human history.
However he figured that a good bare bottom spanking at the hands of dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes should put the matter to rest as far as the British public was concerned.
Johnson was starting to have second thoughts about his decision as soon as the spanking started.
His buttocks even more so.
The ghost of the late British Prime Minister Sir Winston Churchill (sometime spirit advisor to British MP Renfield R. Renfield) came apparitionly through the walls of Sherrielock’s apartment because he hadn’t spoken to her in a while.
Churchill’s ghost found the whole spectacle quite distressing.
Not so much the sight of Sherrielock’s lovely tight skirted lap.
But the sight of a totally nude Boris Johnson across that lap with his buttocks a glowing tomato red.
Churchill’s ghostly appetite would be lost for the next week.
Johnson eventually departed deducing that this must be what the sting of a thousand Asian giant hornets must feel like.
He was followed minutes later by a mask wearing Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu who figured he could use a spanking for not resigning while facing bribery and corruption charges in the Israeli courts.
Like Johnson, Netanyahu and his buttocks were likewise regretting the decision minutes after the spanking started.
Meantime the ghost of Orson Welles (likewise an occasional spirit advisor to British MP Renfield R. Renfield) strolled apparitionly through the walls of Sherrielock’s apartment because he hadn’t spoken to her in a while.
Welles’ ghost likewise was distressed by the spectacle.
Again not by the sight of Sherrielock’s lovely tight skirted lap.
But by Netanyahu’s total nudity plus his buttocks turning tomato red (albeit a very kosher looking tomato red).
Welles’ ghost left the apartment in search of several dozen glasses of a good spectral red wine while Sherrielock quipped, “We will spank no Benjamin before his time.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday May 24th
2020.
A Late Autumn Dream In The Midst of Life
A Late Autumn Dream In The Midst of Life
Wandering through the late autumn forest
The coloured leaves have long since fallen to the ground
and been blown far far away
Walking along desolate gray ridden paths
The grass isn’t even brown or red or gold
But a peculiar shade of neutralizing gray
It seems these woods have become desolate of life
And the snows of winter have not yet arrived
to give them that glistening glowing magical wonderland look
Devoid of life
Devoid of magic
Has this what my life has become?
Walking a desolate gray path
Through woods dark and dreary
bare of leaves
bare of life
The empty trees stretch their branches upwards
as if wishing for a hug and an embrace
from the ever widening ever social distancing desolate gray sky above
It seems I turn a path
and there she stands
It is just so like her
The woman who would take baby goats out for a walk
Who is she?
I do not know
But I know she’d be the type of woman who would take baby goats for a walk
I say hello
and she vanishes
I awaken on a desolate path
Through desolate woods
It has all been but a dream
But a dream
I sigh a sigh
That’s met with the silence
of the gray desolate sky
I continue walking along this path
A path of reality devoid of dreams?
Or a path of dreams devoid of reality?
I do not know
I know only this
I have miles to go before I wake
I have miles to go before I wake
-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday May 23rd 2020.
Testing, Testing…
Testing, Testing…
Amadeus Emanon and British MP Renfield R. Renfield were having a conversation via Skype.
“What do you think of this new national security law that the Chinese Communist Party National People’s Congress has just passed for Hong Kong?” Amadeus asked his friend Renfield.
“It means the death of autonomy for Hong Kong and the end of the “one country, 2 systems idea”,” Renfield replied, “What freedoms Hong Kong previously held will now be crushed under Xi Jinping’s heels. No doubt Democratic Party politicians in the U.S. are busy taking notes. Their appropriately named House of Representatives bill H.R. 6666 that will allow for the establishment of so-called “entities” to do Covid-19 testing, tracking and contact tracing including entering people’s residences for that purpose no doubt is making the ghosts of Hitler’s old Gestapo and Stalin’s Soviet surveillance agencies green with envy.”
“What’s happening in Europe?” Amadeus inquired.
“Measures vary from country to country,” Renfield answered, “You have to wear masks in public in Germany, France is slowly re-opening its economy and Italy is doing the same.”
“How about Canada?” Amadeus poured maple syrup on his pancakes.
“Well Justin Trudeau, like the U.S. Dems, is wanting to establish a national testing, tracking and contact tracing service in the country,” Renfield sipped a brandy, “Laventriy Beria would feel quite at home in North America today.”
. . .
Dashwood Forrest owner of the Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery in London was bothered by the fact that in his 1860 Basil Hallward oil paintings of Dorian Gray and Dorian Gray’s teddy bear that he kept behind purple velvet curtains in a room in the gallery marked PRIVATE, both Dorian Gray and his teddy bear were now wearing face masks in the picture.
“Why are they wearing face masks in the picture?” Forrest asked.
“Have they tested positive for Covid-19?” Suggested Forrest’s living dead Irish manservant Mulligan the Irish zombie as one of his arms and his head fell off.
Earlier in the day, Mulligan the Irish zombie had borrowed Dashwood Forrest’s 1909 Thomas Flyabout antique motor car to go to a Covid-19 testing drive through facility.
Mulligan’s arrival had sent Covid-19 testers screaming out into the streets.
A piece of foreskin that Mulligan had left behind (he had decided to attend the drive through in the all together like his Australian hero Uncle Ernie had at a Sydney Covid testing drive through a week earlier) tested positive for Covid-19.
As a result, British Prime Minister Boris Johnson was now reading a confidential report that hypothesized that a second wave of the Covid-19 virus might include a possible zombie apocalypse.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday May 22nd
2020.
Dracul Van Helsing 
Mephistopheles and The Billionaire
May 30, 2020 at 10:54 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (Charles Manson, Derek Chauvin, George Floyd, Mephistopheles, Pope Francis, The American Billionaire)
Mephistopheles and The Billionaire
An American billionaire stood in his home with a glass of wine in his hand.
He was startled to see a demon standing there.
The demon seemed to radiate an aura of class and seeming elegance.
He did not have grotesque or ferocious features but from the expression on his face, he seemed to have the most sinister look that the billionaire had ever encountered in a demon.
“Who are you?” He asked.
“I guess you haven’t seen me before,” the fallen angel helped himself to a glass of port, “you’ve mainly had contact with Baal and Baphomet the patron demons of the U.S. Democratic Party. I, however along with the demon Mammon, am one of the two patron demons of the U.S. Republican Party. I am Mephistopheles.”
“The fallen angel to whom Faust sold his soul?” The billionaire inquired.
“I must someday thank Christopher Marlowe and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe for all the free publicity they have given me,” Mephistopheles smiled, “otherwise most would probably never have heard of me. I needed a scientist’s soul at the time and so I sought Faust’s.”
“Baal is patron demon of child sacrifice, Baphomet is patron demon of sexual perversion and abominations, Mammon is patron demon of greed but what are you, Mephistopheles, patron demon of?” The billionaire asked.
“I am the patron demon in charge of promoting racial and ethnic hatred,” Mephistopheles smiled and pointed at the TV screen.
The sound was mute but the visuals were of CNN showing rioting and looting in various cities across the U.S. ostensibly as part of protests protesting the murder of Afro-American George Floyd by white policeman Derek Chauvin who kept his knee on Floyd’s neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds; 2 minutes and 53 seconds of which occurred after Floyd became unresponsive.
“You know,” Mephistopheles examined a rare vase on the mantelpiece, “I’ve been told of the reaction of Charles Manson the hippy commune leader of the group known as the Manson Family as he’s busy roasting away on his barbecue spit down in Tartarus. As you know, dear old Charlie was hoping to start a race war by arranging for the Tate-LaBianca murders of August 9th and 10th 1969. This he knew because he imagined the lyrics of the Beatles song Helter Skelter told him so. Sadly for poor Charlie, the Tate-LaBianca murders never led to the apocalyptic race war he was wanting. And now thanks to policeman Chauvin’s murder of citizen Floyd, the race war for which dear old Charlie always longed may have finally started. I heard Manson wept tears of joy as he was turning over on the open flames just below his spit when he heard the news of what is currently happening in America in the last week of May 2020. Sadly for dear old Charlie, all those tears weren’t enough to put out all those flames.”
“There’s a Hell?” The American billionaire seemed surprised, “I’ve met Pope Francis on a few occasions and he assures me there is no Hell.”
Mephistopheles said nothing but put the vase down and just smiled.
He stood gazing at a replica of a Basil Hallward portrait painting of Dorian Gray.
“The racial tensions in America are now coming to a head and this Covid-19 pandemic has produced the flammable material necessary for the final spark,” Mephistopheles smiled, “This lockdown of two months plus people losing their jobs as the economy tanked has managed to produce a substantial mass psychosis. Psychosis and stupidity had already hit most of the leaders of the world first when this pandemic started. That’s why they made all the numerous bad decisions and stupid statements they did which just aggravated their populations’ anxiety and approaching mental breakdowns. Unlike King David or King Solomon, they never bothered getting down on their knees and asking the Creator of the Cosmos for wisdom and guidance in this matter. Instead they forbade gatherings in places of worship all over the world. You can’t have people talking to the Creator of the Cosmos in public. Citizens must render on to Caesar what is Caesar’s and in this century also render what is God’s on to Caesar. On this, politicians of all political stripes seem to agree. As for America, you’ve had numerous people spitting, coughing and sneezing on Asians for months since a certain leader kept blaming the Chinese people themselves for the virus and numerous folk who followed the pronouncements or should I say the tweets of this leader took matters into their own hands or should I say out of their own mouths and noses. And then the numerous tensions between whites and blacks that have gone on for centuries since slavery was first introduced as an institution in the American colonies. And then of course self-proclaimed “real Americans” have often hated or regarded with contempt those of a Latin American background. Even though California, Texas, Arizona, New Mexico and parts of Colorado, Nevada and even Utah was land that white Americans originally stole from Mexico. To say nothing of the land white Americans stole from Native American tribes.”
“Are you here to give me a history lesson?” The billionaire asked uneasily.
“No, I’m here to proclaim the possible end of America,” Mephistopheles smiled, “It was in July 1620 that the Mayflower left Plymouth, England carrying Puritan pilgrims to eventually arrive in what is now Provincetown Harbor in November 1620. That marked the beginning of what became known to history as America. Now 400 years later it appears that America has been tried in the balance and found wanting.”
Mephistopheles stood up and showed himself out.
The billionaire fiddled with the remote and turned to another channel.
The 1972 musical drama Cabaret with Liza Minnelli, Joel Grey and Michael York was being shown.
It was the scene in a German beer garden where a Hitler Youth member sings,
… “But somewhere a glory awaits unseen
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me…”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday May 30th
2020.
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