Pan Goatee Beheads Yet Another Fat Ugly Blimp Behind The Mask
Genetically created satyr serial killer Pan Goatee (whose serial killing past time was killing ugly looking women- an aesthetic environmentally protecting endeavour that didn’t even rate an honourable mention in Pope Francis’ 2015 encyclical on the environment Laudato Si) was walking down a back alley.
A couple of under-aged “yutes” (the name Brooklyn lawyer Vinny had for “youths” in the courtroom in the 1992 movie My Cousin Vinny) asked Pan Goatee if he’d go in and buy them a bottle of booze in a nearby liquor store for which they’d pay him since they couldn’t buy liquor themselves being under age.
Goatee told them “No.”
He wished Sherrielock Holmes had been in the vicinity to thoroughly tomato their under-aged bottoms.
Such delinquents would undoubtedly grow up to become Members of Parliament or if they lived in the U.S., members of Congress.
As he walked down the alleyway behind the building he noticed a single car parked there which he found very suspicious.
The driver’s window was open.
Sitting there in the driver’s seat was a pathetically ugly, repulsive and absolutely hideous fat ugly blimp who was of course wearing a face mask as a symbol of loyalty and fealty to the global Coviet Union.
But the mask did little to protect the viewer from the sheer ugliness and hideousness of her fat ugly blimpiness.
“You fat ugly cow,” Goatee said to the blimp behind the mask, “This is the reason I hate spring so. All you fat ugly blimps come waddling out from under the woodwork. Ruining everybody’s day in what should be welcoming the advent of spring.”
Goatee beheaded the fat ugly blimp and then cut her up into 999 trillion pieces.
Blimp eating nanites from Hell then came and ate the fat ugly blimp.
The two “yutes” who had found a sucker to buy booze for them and had retreated to the back alley to start drinking it swore off liquor for the rest of their lives when the fat ugly blimp behind the mask’s head landed on one of the “yutes” laps.
The two yutes beat a hasty retreat before the nanites arrived to eat the fat ugly blimp’s head.
The nanites then drank the two yutes’ bottles of liquor left behind.
. . .
A U.S. Air Force officer was walking around the Air Force base near Cheyenne, Wyoming.
Suddenly he noticed a round saucer shaped object (what people usually call a UFO) descending on to the base.
The top part of the saucer opened and out stepped six t-rexes about 6 foot 6 in height (so considerably shorter than the average height Tyrannosaurus Rex of the Cretaceous period in prehistoric times).
The t-rex with the biggest and most ferocious head ate the Air Force officer.
Then that t-rex spoke in a language not known by Google Translate words to this effect, “All right find where the strategic missiles are located and you know what to do from there.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday April 30th
2021.
Pan Goatee’s Horrible Day of Spring
Genetically created satyr serial killer Pan Goatee (whose serial killing hobby was killing ugly looking women) had recently moved to a new neighbourhood.
So far he hadn’t seen any ugly looking women in the neighbourhood which was good.
And he especially hadn’t seen that most obnoxious creature of all- the fat ugly blimp.
But Pan Goatee’s luck was about to run out.
Goatee was approaching the neighbourhood’s central street from the west.
He was approaching a three way intersection.
Some weirdo (who looked like he had crawled out of a 1960s movie about psychedelics using beach bums) heading south was sitting on a huge bicycle with a long wide minature carriage in tow behind him and hogging up the entire sidewalk.
The weirdo was waiting for the light to change.
Goatee couldn’t get by him to head north because the bum and his contraption were hogging up the entire sidewalk.
“You’re hogging up the entire sidewalk,” Goatee pointed out as he removed his astral laser machete from his belt and beheaded the inconsiderate asshole.
He then threw the psychedelics using beach bum and his head and body and bicycle and towed carriage into a passing garbage truck with the logo MIKE’S FAST AND EASY GARBAGE REMOVAL.
“Thanks, Mike,” Goatee shouted after the truck.
The satyr then head north where he walked to the neighbourhood shopping mall.
He entered a drug store.
Now so far in the time he had been in this neighbourhood they had had only beautiful looking women working as clerks in the drug store.
Tonight however they had a fat ugly blimp working at the cash till.
Even though she was wearing a mask (as mandated by the Coviet Union following local city council), one could still tell that the repulsive looking creature was a fat ugly blimp.
The blimp behind the mask (a terrifying 2021 dystopian version of that old 1936 British mystery film The Man Behind The Mask).
A very long haired and long bearded man who looked like he was an outlaw biker drug dealer bought a whole bunch of lottery tickets from the blimp behind the mask.
Goatee decided not to purchase anything from the store on this particular evening.
The fat ugly blimp behind the mask had finished the lottery ticket purchase for the outlaw biker drug dealer and was emerging from behind the cash till trying to walk in front of Pan Goatee.
“I’m afraid even wearing a mask doesn’t hide the ugliness of your fat ugly blimp face,” Goatee commented as he beheaded the fat ugly blimp with his machete.
A group of blimp eating nanites from Hell then arrived on the scene to eat the remains of the fat ugly blimp behind the mask’s head and body.
Goatee then headed to the Dollarama Store next door.
Where fortunately for Pan, the clerk in that store was a beautiful looking woman.
So Goatee bought a couple of bottles of Pepsi and exited the store.
As he walked outside, he noticed the man who looked like he was an outlaw biker drug dealer standing there alongside an expensive looking sports car with the car door open and standing there counting his lottery tickets.
“If you look like an outlaw biker drug dealer, gamble like an outlaw biker drug dealer, and own an expensive sports car like an outlaw biker drug dealer, chances are you’re an outlaw biker drug dealer,” Goatee remarked as he beheaded the man, “we can’t have trash like you cluttering up the neighbourhood.”
Goatee then started to walk home.
He came to the three way intersection where he had beheaded the psychedelics using beach bum inconsiderate asshole earlier.
At that intersection on the west side of the street was a small grocery store, a Fish and Chips restaurant that charged outrageously high prices for Fish and Chips (so Goatee never ate there), a liquor store and a closed Asian massage parlour.
Unlike Gavin Newsom’s California or Atlanta Georgia (where homicidally inclined sex addicts are called “racists”), sex trafficking gang owned Asian massage parlours were not allowed to open in these Coviet Union Covid times in this city.
On the lawn in front of the tiny four store complex were 3 picnic tables.
Since the province’s fat slob Fascist Premier had once again closed in-door dining in restaurants (on orders of the province’s ugly female health “expert” well versed in the dynamics of the global Coviet Union seeking to turn Earth into one vast prison house) but allowed outdoor dining, the “charge an arm and a leg for expensive and undoubtedly lousy fish and chips restaurant” had set up three picnic tables on the lawn thinking this qualified as “outdoor dining”.
A couple who looked like honest bikers sat there at one picnic table eating what looked to be the smallest order of fish and chips (because that was the cheapest) with their motorcycles parked behind them.
At another picnic table, another fat ugly blimp behind a mask (with obviously more money than brains) sat gazing down at her massive six plate order of fish and chips looking confused and somewhat dumbfounded.
No doubt this fat ugly blimp behind the mask is wondering how she can eat those expensive six plates of fish and chips with her mask on, Goatee thought to himself.
Goatee took out his astral laser machette and approached her, “You know wearing a mask doesn’t help. You still look like a fat ugly blimp even behind the mask. You’re the second fat ugly blimp I’ve encountered this evening. Which makes you the second fat ugly blimp I’ve encountered this month. Inconsiderate fat ugly blimps such as yourself have to go and make T.S. Eliot’s quote “April is the cruelest month” right. I would have preferred it if for once Eliot had turned out to be wrong. But no you fat ugly blimps who have probably never heard of T.S. Eliot have to go and make Eliot right.”
Goatee then beheaded this second fat ugly blimp behind the mask.
Once again blimp eating nanites from Hell arrived to eat Fat Ugly Blimp Behind The Mask #2’s head and body.
And the expensive fish and chips on the picnic table remained uneaten.
For there was no airheaded fat ugly blimp behind the mask alive to eat them.
Assuming of course she had figured out that she should really take off her mask to eat them.
All of those uneaten fish and chips were testament to one vast desolate wasteland.
The kind of which that T.S. Eliot used to write about.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday April 29th
2021
Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka Mourns A Friend
The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka mourns the passing of a friend.
It was April 28th 1939.
And the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka was visiting a sick friend who had a bee farm in the South Downs of Sussex.
“I must confess I have been poisoned,” said her friend as he lay in bed, “Really quite stupid of me. I have made a study of poisons all my life. And I really should have noticed the deadly combination of bee venom, cobra venom and tarantula venom that was put in my honey that I then put in my tea. I can’t believe I’ve been so positively sloppy in my methods of observation.”
“Who poisoned you?” Tanaka asked.
“It was Fraulein Immergrun the waitress down at the village pub,” her friend answered, “I really should have become suspicious when she returned a bucket of my own honey to me as a gift. And I should have been even more suspicious when I discovered that the honey was a different colour from the honey I raised with my bees.”
“Your mind was no doubt on other things,” Tanaka spoke in an accusing voice.
“What do you mean by that?” Her friend inquired.
“Let’s just say that Fraulein Immergrun is no doubt very popular at the Munich Oktoberfest in Bavaria,” Tanaka answered in firm fashion, “As she carries quite a lovely big pair of jugs.”
“I get the feeling you’re not talking about beer,” her friend remarked in a somewhat flushed state.
“It doesn’t take a detective to see what she’s got,” Tanaka stated matter of factly.
“I suppose not,” her friend agreed.
“Do you want me to call your sister?” Tanaka asked.
“I suppose,” her friend bit his lip, “No use calling my brother as he has been dead these seven years.”
Tanaka used the phone in the next room and called the sister.
“What did she have to say?” Her friend inquired.
“She says she’s going to come down here and whip you back to life again,” Tanaka answered.
“Spoken like a true professional dominatrix,” her friend started drumming the fingers of his left hand on the lamp table next to him.
“She is that,” Tanaka acknowledged, “and she looks so young.”
“Yes,” her friend agreed, “She doesn’t look a day over 30 and yet she’s the same age as me- 85. She being my twin sister. She had told me once that she had once eaten a specially prepared meal of Lingzhi supernatural mushrooms that had made her immortal. I didn’t believe her at the time. But now over 40 years later, it’s the only explanation that makes any sense. Unless she’s got a Dorian Gray like portrait painting of herself hanging in a room somewhere.”
“Why did Fraulein Immergrun poison you?” Tanaka asked.
“Because she’s working for the Nazis and Der Fuhrer,” her friend lay his head back on his pillow, “Something that I sadly have only deduced while I lay here dying.”
“Why do Hitler and the Nazis want you dead?” Tanaka wiped her friend’s brow with a wet face cloth.
“A couple of years ago that Member of Parliament Winston Churchill hired me to research the Nazis and asked me what conclusions I’d come to on what their global agenda is,” her friend coughed, “All my research papers on the topic are in that drawer over there. I imagine I’ve reached the same conclusion on their geopolitical agenda as our friend Winnie has. What Churchill probably isn’t aware of is their merger of Science and Sorcery, of Technology and the Occult. For most of my professional life, I didn’t really believe in sorcery, magic or the occult. But now having researched Nazism not only in its political but also its mystical aspects, the Nazis seem to be in contact with let’s just say… very dark powers.”
“Really?” Tanaka looked penetratingly at her friend.
“I just thought of something else at the moment,” her friend noted.
“What?” Tanaka asked.
“A really overwhelmingly compelling argument for the existence of God,” her friend spoke in hushed tones.
“What is it?” Tanaka asked.
At that moment, her friend died.
And Sherlock Holmes, once of #221 B Baker Street London, took his overwhelmingly compelling argument for the existence of God to the grave with him.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday, April 28th
2021
Releasing Judas- The Demon That Lady Gaga Clings To
The demon Asmodeus and his friend the little green frog Nimrod were sitting in a taverna in Rome.
The taverna was supposed to be closed under lockdown but it did offer admittance to important beings.
Who were important beings?
Beings like the demon Asmodeus and Nimrod the builder of the tower of Babel now reduced to being a little green frog.
As Asmodeus and Nimrod sat at a table eating and drinking, the Greek gods Hades, Zeus and Poseidon were talking solemnly among themslves at another table.
“So,” Zeus scratched his beard, “Pope Francis wants you to release the ghost of Judas Iscariot from the Underworld?”.
Hades nodded as he sipped a soft drink in a cup shaped like the Disney character Pluto.
“In what part of the Underworld does Judas reside?” Poseidon asked as he ate his Fettichini ala Neptune.
“Roasting away on a rotating barbeque spit over an open flame in the fiery depths of Tartarus,” Hades stirred a hot toddy.
“I’m sure both Pope Francis and LA’s auxiliary Bishop Robert Barron will be disappointed to hear that,” Poseidon sipped a Caesar (a Canadian drink that was a combination of vodka and Mott’s Clamato Juice).
“They don’t know,” Hades remarked.
“So are you going to release Judas Iscariot from the Underworld?” Zeus inquired.
“I’m still trying to make up my mind,” Hades answered.
“Why don’t you throw an Alexander III King of Macedon (aka Alexander The Great) drachma coin up in the air?” Zeus gave him such a coin, “Heads, you release Judas. Tails, he continues to roast away. ”
Hades threw the coin up in the air.
And it landed on the table.
“Heads,” said Hades.
The three Greek deities finished their meal and left.
“Sounds like Judas will be back on the Earth’s surface again,” Nimrod commented.
“Lady Gaga will be able to cling to her demon in person instead of just singing about it,” Asmodeus noted.
. . .
Asmodeus and Nimrod went to their rooms at a YMCA youth hostel in Rome.
Most of the rooms there were occupied by Jesuit priests and members of the Vatican Curia who were dressed up as The Village People a 1970s American disco band.
“So I hear California Gov. Gavin Newsom is facing a recall election?” Nimrod sipped from a bottle of tequila.
“Did you know California Gov. Gavin Newsom signed a deal with the demons Baal and Baphomet to get where he is today?” Asmodeus lit a cigarette.
“What? Getting recalled?” Nimrod was incredulous.
“No to become Governor of California,” Asmodeus answered.
“I suppose Baal and Baphomet will back Newsom in his re-election bid?” Nimrod said.
Asmodeus shrugged, “Baphomet being a transgendered and transpecies demon itself might back transgender Bruce Caitlyn Jenner’s bid to seek the state Republican nomination and then election to the Governorship.”
“So demons aren’t hesistant about throwing people (that they’ve made past agreements with) under the bus?” Nimrod swallowed the worm in the tequila bottle.
“Indeed not,” Asmodeus threw his cigarette butt out the window.
. . .
Allatallahbel the Vampiress Priestess of Baal had heard about the plan to release Judas from the realm of Hades.
She and six Vampiric Knights-Templar had been living in the Vatican since the autumn of 2017.
But now she decided to leave.
With Judas coming, the Vatican wouldn’t be big enough for both of them.
Allatallahbel the Vampiress Priestess of Baal: Seeking new accomodation.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday April 27th
2021.
You Need A Long Spoon For All The Alphabets In The Sodom and Gomorrah Alphabet Soup
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was once again reading a BBC Radio News report filling in for yet another BBC radio news announcer who was gunned down in the Neo-Communist civil war between Neo-Stalinist Neo-Communists and Neo-Trotskyite Neo-Communists going on in the BBC news room.
And in an indication of Renfield’s growing influence, a leading newspaper in Hungary was now using the term Neo-Communism to describe the Great Reset ideology of the Davos Summit Global Economic Forums of the past 4 years.
An ideology now being accelerated across the globe by the spread of the Wuhan CCP Virus.
And being promoted in North America by Canada’s blackfaced Justin Trudeau and America’s confused face Joe Biden.
Read Renfield on the news,
“The Pope Francis approved private Catholic University of Portland in Portland Oregon will be hosting what it calls an LGBTQIABIPOC graduation celebration next month.
A free year’s supply awarded each day of free Krispy Kreme donuts, Tim Horton’s coffee, KFC buckets of chicken, McDonald’s Big Macs and Subway Sandwiches will be awarded to any individual who can correctly phonetically pronounce the name of the ceremony…”
. . .
Meanwhile in other news, the EU European Commission’s Antichrist President Ursula von der Leyen issued a statment today that only those Americans and Canadians who have vaccine passports will be able to visit the nations of the European Union.
After making the announcement a cream pie was thrown in her face by an invisible entity.
The cream pie contained American apples and Canadian maple syrup.
. . .
Leonard Constantinople the Crusader Rabbit was in Vienna, Austria.
He was planning to conduct a commando raid on the Vatican’s Health Summit next month.
The health summit would include leading Neo-Communists such as Dr. Anthony Fauci and Chelsea Clinton a practicing Anton La Vey’s Church of Satan member and the daughter of serial sexual predator Bill Clinton and his far leftist shrew of a wife Hillary Rodham Clinton.
Leonard Constantinople was currently brushing his teeth with which he’d bite off the heads of the Health Summit participants.
. . .
Meanwhile Las Vegas bookies were taking bets as to what rabbit was the most dangerous to the New World Order- Harvey Tallbanger or Leonard Constantinople?
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday April 26th
2021.
Set and Lord Tweedsmuir
The London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set was having a conversation in his study with Lord Tweedsmuir a vampire member of the House of Lords.
“So the People’s Republic of China is continuing to go full throttle in the South China China with its ships encroaching on its neighbours Vietnam and the Philippines?” Set inquired.
“That is correct,” Lord Tweedsmuir sipped on his scotch.
“And Communist China is continuing to send its planes into Taiwanese airspace and its ships into Taiwanese waters?” Set pointed his finger on his globe of the world.
“That’s right,” Tweedsmuir nodded, “And Japanese Prime Minister Yoshihide Suga says Japan will not come to Taiwan’s aid if Taiwan is attacked by Communist China.”
“So who will come to Taiwan’s aid if Communist China attacks?” Set wanted to know.
“Well, most probably not senile old fool Joe Biden,” Tweedsmuir answered, “he’s thinking about going to Ukraine’s aid if Russia attacks.”
“And Russia is building up its forces along Ukraine’s borders?” Set moved his finger across the globe.
“That’s right,” Tweedsmuir refilled his glass of scotch, “And Israel is continuing its incursions into Syria. And Turkey is continuing its incursions into Syria. The Middle East tinderbox keeps getting more and more burning logs thrown on it each day.”
“And what is it that’s preoccupying Western world leaders these days?” Set smiled as he already knew the answer.
“That its citizens continue to wear masks, practice social distancing and line up to take the Death Vaxx,” Tweedsmuir remarked.
“So everyone in the West is zombie sleepwalking while World War III approaches,” Set spinned the globe.
“Yes, the youth of the decade of the 1980s was worried about the possibilty of nuclear war,” Tweedsmuir acknowleged, “Today’s youth not so much. I guess nuclear war wasn’t really covered in the Critical Race Theory or Critical Gender Theory that has been all the rage in public education for the past thirty odd years.”
“So radioactivity is going to rain on Pope Francis’ climate change parade?” Set stopped spinning the globe.
“Yes, the global flood of Noah’s Day won’t have time to come back much to Francis’ disappointment and inability to say I told you so,” Tweedsmuir switched from scotch to vodka.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday April 25th
2021.
When Tragedy and Comedy of Errors Meet
“How can one spot Apostles of the Antichrist? By their “vaccine” advocacy, ye shall know them.”
-Father Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds, Vicar of Saint Genevieve’s Anglo-Catholic Parish, Collingwood Hills, West London
Amadeus Emanon sat at tea with his friend British MP Renfield R. Renfield.
Said Amadeus, “I heard your past Wednesday night podcast entitled Trouble On The Rock of Gibraltor.”
“The one for which Boris Johnson isn’t speaking to me as a result?” Renfield sipped his tea.
“That’s the one,” Amadeus nodded, “although I don’t think he was speaking to you before then either.”
“Very true,” Renfield admitted.
“Your thesis that this super deadly third wave of Covid and all the emergent new variants springing up across the globe like mushrooms after an Uncle Ernie fertilizing party may be linked to the start of mass vaccination campaigns themselves and your idea that the spiked protein used in these vaccines is itself turning out to be a deadly pathogen?” Amadeus poured himself some more tea.
“What about it?” Renfield helped himself to a slice of toast.
“I heard something that may back up your thesis,” Amadeus took a sip from his vintage Edwardian tea cup.
“Oh?” Renfield sipped from his vintage Czar Nicholas II portrait Russian tea cup.
“Yes, apparently Dr. Harvey Risch a professor of Epidemiology at Yale University is now saying that 60% of all new Covid cases emerging in the U.S. are among those who have been vaccinated,” Amadeus pointed out.
“Really?” Renfield looked at Amadeus, “Well, I don’t expect senile old fool Joe Biden or the mainstream media will be shouting that information from the rooftops.”
“You’re probably right there,” Amadeus acknowledged.
“Communist China’s paramount leader Xi Jinping is an evil man,” Renfield was thinking out loud, “but he does happen to be an evil genius unlike leaders in the U.S. and the U.K. who are evil but stupid. He is a master strategist like Putin (who is an outstanding master chess player and his strategy reflects that). No doubt he conceived that if he were to release a virus on the world that killed multitudes of people, the West, in its total incompetence, would then come out with a “vaccine” to the virus that would kill even more people and spread more rapidly and even more deadly and dangerously than the original virus itself. It would be a comedy if it weren’t such a tragedy. Or is that vice-versa?”.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday April 24th
2021.
Orson Welles, Faust, Marilyn Monroe and The Asphalt Jungle
The ghost of Orson Welles sat in an armchair in the living room of the London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set.
He had been imbibing several spectral glasses of spectral red wine from a large bottle of spectral red wine and reminiscing to Renfield about his mortal life.
“I’m not quite sure how it happened,” Welles’ nose was starting to look as red as that of his favourite Shakespearian character Falstaff, “but I somehow managed one day to find myself on the set of the 1950 film noir movie The Asphalt Jungle in which Marilyn Monroe starred.”
“Did you?” Renfield was intrigued.
“Yes,” Welles nodded, “and what was even more intriguing is that the Renaissance German alchemist Dr. Johann Georg Faust (who was born in 1480 and supposedly died in an alchemical experiment explosion at the Hotel zum Lowen in the German town of Staufen im Breisgau in 1540 but he did not) was also on the set of that film.”
“That’s right,” Renfield nodded, “Faust didn’t die until 2011 when I hired an Irish arsonist to bump him off.”
“That’s interesting,” Welles poured himself another glass of spectral red wine, “anyways I wasn’t sure what Faust was doing there.”
“My friend the vampiress Mei-ling Manchu who used to be a Communist but isn’t anymore (as she and I have conceived a plot to bump off Xi Jinping) was doing some research and discovered that Faust was doing biological warfare research for the Nazis in the 1930s and 1940s. Apparently that research involved working with bats in Mexico. Somehow that bat research wound up in the hands of Soong Mei-ling (Madame Chiang Kai-shek). Soong Mei-ling’s Kuomintang operatives who had his research papers later defected to the Communist forces of Mao Tse-tung,” Renfield noted, “Later that research wound up in the hands of the Wuhan Institute of Virology.”
“That is interesting,” Welles acknowledged.
“What was Faust doing on the set of The Asphalt Jungle?” Renfield inquired.
“I think he was brought in as some sort of last minute technical advisor,” Welles recalled.
Renfield googled images of the film.
“Well, would you look at that,” Renfield was shocked.
“What is it?” Welles asked.
Renfield showed him the photo.
“It’s Marilyn Monroe with the image of the Coronavirus behind her,” Renfield noted.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday April 22nd
2021.
Trouble On The Rock of Gibraltor
“How long before Mr. Puddinhead Dr. Anthony Fauci goes on TV to eulogize all those who died due to taking shots on a bogus premise, specifically one crafted before we had the science on the fact that the spiked protein is itself pathogenic?”
-Renfield R. Renfield MP
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was doing a Wednesday night podcast.
Said Renfield,
“Gibraltor currently has the world’s worst Covid-19 death rate per capita (2791 per million as of this moment).
This disaster started on December 19th last year when an unprecedented surge in cases was witnessed.
Until that point in time, Gibraltor had been witnessing a decline in cases for almost a month since last November 13th.
What most people do not know is that just a few days before Gibraltor morphed into a Covid killing field, 273 Spanish health care workers (who were directly involved in helping Gibraltor’s elderly and vulnerable populations) were inoculated with the Pfizer vaccine.
It was only after those workers were inoculated with Pfizer that deaths in Gibraltor started to skyrocket.
Similar statistics started showing up in Israel in January of this year.
After two months of Israel vaccinating its citizens with Pfizer, Israel’s Covid deaths doubled in just 2 months of vaccinations.
Newborn cases of Israeli Covid grew by 1600% and hospitalizations doubled.
In Britain we saw a similar surge in Covid cases after its vaccination campaign was launched.
In fact in nearly every country that used the Pfizer vaccine around that time, there was a sudden rise in cases and consequent deaths.
Well, of course, the mainstream media, health “experts” and politicians omnisciently knew that a vaccine could not possibly be responsible for the drastic increase in Covid deaths so some other explanation had to be found.
So what was labelled the “British variant” was blamed for the rise in cases and consequent deaths.
Interestingly enough the “British variant” only emerged when mass vaccination started getting underway in Britain.
And consider that time period back then.
By late December last year, air traffic to and from Britain had been ground to a halt.
Thus how did the “British variant” make Aliya to Israel from Britain when air travel was virtually shut down?
How did the “British variant” make it to Gibraltor where it likewise became the dominant strain in late December with air traffic shut down?
One answer might be that this virus has the ability to travel in the air and all around the world by itself.
If that is indeed the case, then practicing social distancing by keeping six feet apart amounts to Sweet Fuck All to put it bluntly.
However another explanation is that these rapid rises in cases and new variants emerging could be tied to the use of mass vaccinations beginning.
Why is it that, corresponding with the beginning of mass vaccination in Britain, a “British variant” suddenly emerged?
Why is it that, corresponding with the beginning of mass vaccination in Brazil, a “Brazilian variant” suddenly emerged?
Why is it that, corresponding with the beginning of mass vaccination in South Africa, a “South African” variant suddenly emerged?
Could it be that something in these vaccines itself is causing the condition to worsen and spread more rapidly?
Why is it that in virus waves prior to 2019, the Third Wave of a virus was considered the least dangerous (it was starting to weaken as the hosts’ own natural immunity was starting to build up and improve having gone through the 1st and 2nd waves) with the 2nd wave usually considered the most dangerous?
Why is the Third Wave of this CCP Wuhan Virus (labelled Covid-19 by WHO) the most dangerous wave of all for this virus?
It doesn’t make any sense when compared with previous viral pandemic outbreaks.
Some scientists are starting to raise the question, is the spiked protein used in these vaccines itself a pathogen?
Dr. Anthony Fauci, Bill Gates, the WHO and all their apologists will no doubt be very reluctant to follow the science in this case.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday April 21st
2021.
Greek goddess Aphrodite: Won’t be taking a boat to Gibraltor in the near future
Dracul Van Helsing 
Saint George’s Day and Extremely Curious George
April 23, 2021 at 10:18 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (Brian Boru, Climate Summit, Extremely Curious George, Renfield R. Renfield, Saint George, Set Enterprises Laboratories, Stegosaurus, The Earth Day Climate Change Virtual Summit of Joe Biden, Underworld Controlled Pontiff, William Shakespeare, Xi Jinping, Xi Jinping's Supernatural Entity Spirit Advisor The Black Dragon)
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was doing a Friday night podcast.
First he was covering history:
“It was on this day April 23rd:
-in 303 AD that Saint George died
-in 1014 that Brian Boru the High King of Ireland died after having just defeated the Vikings in battle at the Battle of Clontarf (it also happened to be Good Friday that year)
-in 1616 that William Shakespeare died (he had also been born on the same date back in 1564).”
. . .
Renfield then examined current news stories:
“Yesterday April 22nd was Earth Day and thus senile old fool Joe Biden held a Virtual Climate Summit via internet video conferencing to mark the occasion.
Among the many speakers at the summit were the UN’s Communist Secretary-General Antonio Guterres, billionaire and failed 2020 U.S. Democratic Presidential candidate Michael Bloomberg, famed eugenicist and population control advocate Bill Gates, Communist China’s paramount leader and Wuhan Institute of Virology CCP Virus super super super superspreader Xi Jinping, and of course the most boring, most heretical and most apostate pontiff in recent memory Pope Francis.
The Pope concluded his message “in commemoration of Earth Day when this destruction of nature will hopefully end.”
The Pope (nor did any other speaker at the summit) did not mention the fact that the co-founder of Earth Day in 1970 Mr. Ira Samuel Einhorn later murdered and attempted to compost his girlfriend.”
. . .
Meanwhile Set Enterprises’ genetically created stegosaurus named Extremely Curious George managed to use this evening of Saint George’s Day to escape from Set Enterprises’ Laboratories.
Extremely Curious George had been cloned by Set Enterprises’ chief scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher using stegosaurus blood that was found in a perfectly preserved prehistoric mosquito found in amber.
Henry to Heloise: “All this talk of extinction of species and here’s a stegosaurus raiding our refrigerator.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday April 23rd
2021
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