30th Anniversary of The Fall of The Berlin Wall

November 9, 2019 at 11:08 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Video) (, , , )

30th Anniversary of The Fall of The Berlin Wall

It was 30 years ago today on a magical and memorable night that the Berlin Wall came down.

For those of us alive then and old enough to remember the moment, it was one of the rare moments of joy that one experiences when it seems however briefly that the world is as one.

As King Arthur said in that old mid-20th Century Broadway musical, “For one brief shining moment, there was Camelot..”

And it was indeed one very brief shining moment.

Less than a year later, Iraq’s Saddam Hussein would invade Kuwait and set in motion a tragic string of events that would haunt the world for the next 30 years.

A genocide would occur in Rwanda in 1994.

The former Yugoslavia would see “ethnic cleansing” as that federation broke apart.

Bill Clinton as President of the United States in early 1999 delivered an ultimatum to Serbian leader Slobodan Milosevic that not only threatened Serbian sovereignty over Kosovo but Serbian sovereignty over the rest of Serbia as well.

The threat was delivered to Serbia by Clinton’s New World Order globalist loving Secretary of State Madeleine Albright (whom more perceptive commentators of the time referred to as Madeleine Half-bright and quite possibly less than that).

Milosevic quite naturally refused to cede Serbian sovereignty over Serbia to NATO and the UN so Clinton ordered a NATO aerial bombardment of Serbia that lasted 78 days.

Seeing their Slavic Orthodox cousins and allies the Serbs bombed, Russia ended whatever rapprochement it had with the West that had been unfolding since the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 and embarked on a different policy.

Russian President Boris Yeltsin, who had previously sought to be a friend of the West, named a former KGB operative Vladimir Putin as Prime Minister of Russia in August 1999 and then named Putin his successor as President on December 31st 1999.

So thanks to horny and Serb bombing Bill, the rapprochement between Russia and the West would go down the drain.

And Bill’s witch bitch wife Hillary would go on to blame Russia and its assets every time she lost a Presidential race which was quite often (first the Democratic nomination to Barack Obama in 2008 and then the Presidency itself to Donald Trump in 2016).

September 11th 2001 (or 9/11 as it’s now known) produced the totally opposite feelings of the feelings evoked on November 9th 1989.

That magical night when the Berlin Wall came down, it felt like world peace would break out.

That tragic day when the Twin Towers came down, it felt like world war might break out.

Between Ronald Reagan in Berlin in 1987 speaking those words, “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall” and Donald Trump in 2016 telling his supporters, “Let us build a wall”, a lot of water has flowed under the bridge.

10 years ago tonight, I had made a short animated music video at Goanimate to celebrate the then 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall.

Since I did not have a paid membership at GoAnimate to upload videos directly to YouTube I used my camera to film the video directly off my GoAnimate page on my old iMac computer and then uploaded that recording from my camera to YouTube.

Arabella was the name of my animated character that I had created at GoAnimate.

I had her appearing in a short Star Trek video with Captain Kirk.

I had her appear with Sherlock Holmes in solving a mystery.

I had her investigating a haunted house in a ghost story video I made.

But this was the only Arabella video I had shot with my old camera and uploaded to YouTube directly.

Because when GoAnimate went to Paid membership only sometime in the early 2010s, it deleted all the videos of its non-paying members.

So consequently this Arabella music video I made on the fall of the Berlin Wall is the only animated video I made at GoAnimate that I have left:

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A Glimpse of Jack O’ Hare

October 27, 2019 at 9:41 pm (Commentary) ()

A Glimpse of Jack O’ Hare

It had been a cold September and cold early October
So all the leaves had fallen off the trees early this year
Autumn was usually his favourite time of the year 
And it was the autumn colours of the leaves on the trees that made it so 
But this year it was autumn without leaves of colour

What is the day without the sun?
Or the night without the moon?
It would leave one with an empty feeling 
Such is the case with an autumn without leaves of colour 

Vivaldi’s Four Seasons suddenly reduced to three 
Oh, what a sad melody! 
Living in a city close to the mountains 
that created its own climate 
And often cast a chill on early autumn 

He had lived so many years in a northern woodlands city
Where the trees turned into coats of many colours 
And waved their garments of wonder to the sky
during days and nights of gentle autumn breeze

But he really had only 2 friends in that city 
His father
and a wild hare jack rabbit that lived in the back yard
His father died 
And he was forced to move out of the house
Leaving his only other friend to fend in the back yard for himself
Were the house’s new owners as kind to rabbits?

He moved to the West Coast
Only to discover that the West Coast was the playground of the very wealthy 
If you didn’t have vast wealth
you could only exist on the West Coast 
One could never really live

So home to his province he came
This time to the city in the south
The city where chinook winds blew cold in the autumn 
and slew the glory for which autumn is noted

Days and nights that were magical
were days and nights he encountered a jack rabbit
Because they reminded him of his friend Jack
He usually saw one or maybe even a few while walking across a field

A few nights ago
As the autumn chill raced through his bones 
He saw one in a parking lot of all places
Both human and hare stopped to look at one another
The hare decided this human was no threat to him
So seemingly it looked like the hare saluted him 
And then moved on

Like the proverbial two ships that pass in the night 
What tales might that jack rabbit have told?
What adventures have befallen him?

A glimpse of another Jack O’ Hare
But sometimes a glimpse of hope is all that’s needed.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday October 27th
2019.

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When So Very Few Words Can Say So Much

October 25, 2019 at 9:49 pm (Commentary, News, Personal essays, Tragedy) (, , )

When So Very Few Words Can Say So Much

On Wednesday October 23rd 2019, the bodies of 31 men and 8 women were found frozen to death in a refrigerator truck in an industrial estate in the town of Grays, Essex, England.

The 39 were migrants being brought into the United Kingdom by human traffickers.

One of those believed to have suffocated and frozen to death in the cramped tractor unit was Miss Pham Thi Tra My, 26, who was from Vietnam.

The family of Miss Tra My had paid £30,000 to people smugglers to get her into the United Kingdom.

The last they heard from her was on Tuesday night when they got a text message from her saying she couldn’t breathe.

This last message they received from her was on Tuesday night at 22:30 Greenwich Time two hours before the trailer arrived at the Purfleet terminal from Zeebrugge in Belgium.

Sometimes very few words can say so much.

The last words sent from Miss Tra My were:

“I am really, really sorry, Mom and Dad, my trip to a foreign land has failed.
I am dying. I can’t breathe. I love you very much, Mom and Dad. I am sorry, Mother.”

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Kurdish Dancers, Arabian Nights and No Turkish Delights

October 12, 2019 at 9:56 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Kurdish Dancers, Arabian Nights and No Turkish Delights

British Prime Minister Boris Johnson was about to have a phone call with Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan regarding the Turkish invasion of northern Syria.

He decided to have Renfield R. Renfield his Deputy Foreign Secretary In Charge of Geopolitical Intelligence Gathering in the background during the call.

Renfield being Renfield would undoubtedly do or say something that would help pressure Erdogan during the phone call and encourage him to pull out of Turkey.

As Johnson began talking to Erdogan, Renfield began singing his own paraphrased version of the song Henry VIII an old time honoured British music hall song.

Renfield singing,

“I am Erdogan the last I am, I am,
I just gave syphilis to the neighbour next door,
I’ve given out syphilis several times before,
every dirty sperm is an Erdogan, 
ERDOGAN!
I’m Erdogan the last, I am, I am…”

“I hate the British!” Was Erdogan’s remark when he had finished the call with Johnson.

. . .

Saudi Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman was in the kitchen of one of his palaces where the cooks were preparing bones and meat left over from the Prince’s various opponents who had encountered MbS’s janitorial maintenance cleaning crews throughout the world.

“All these dishes are being prepared for the right guest,” MbS proudly told the ghost of Lady MacBeth who served as his spirit advisor.

“I see more American troops are arriving in Saudi Arabia,” Lady MacBeth commented.

“Yes, rather splendid of Trump to pull his troops out of Syria and start sending his troops over here to the Kingdom,” MbS smiled.

“Nothing like stabbing the Kurds in the back,” remarked the ghost of Brutus (who had stabbed Julius Caesar) as he ran by while being chased by Cerberus after he had temporarily escaped from the Underworld.

. . .

Donald Trump was in a garden when he saw a beautiful brunette woman in an exquisite and lovely green evening dress dancing sensuously in the moonlight.

Trump looked around.

No sign of Melania or anyone else.

Trump smiled.

He walked towards the woman and decided to be his usual charming self in order to entice the woman to him.

“Birds do it, bees do it,” Trump began singing, “even dogs and trees do it…”

Trump approached the woman.

He decided to use that classic pick up line from the Peter Sellers movie There’s A Girl In My Soup, “My God, but you’re lovely…”

“I’m also Kurdish,” the woman with flashing dark eyes pulled a knife out from under her dress and stabbed him… in the front… a little due south.

Trump woke up in a sweat.

He suddenly thought he heard Middle Eastern music being played from the White House garden.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday October 12th
2019

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Reblog of Hyperion Zen: Notes From Afar

September 30, 2019 at 9:25 pm (Commentary, Culture, Inspiration, Life, Personal essays, Philosophy) (, , )

Here’s an excellent blog post written by my friend Daniel.

Notes From Afar

The strong riding crop of reason applied to the buttocks of imbecility, as Bela Lugosi would say, “What music they make.”

Dracul Van Helsing, daraculvanhelsing.wordpress.com

Sherrielock Holmes
Image by Eleine.com

For several years, Dracul, Sherrie, and I were a Triumvirate of Zen; prescient in our views, wise in our diverse experiences in life, and dear close friends. Dracul comes from a deep Zen of tutelage from his intellectual father and carries on that tradition as a Sage of Geopolitical and Religious satire.

Sherrie was raised as a jungle native of Sarawak, living a pure and natural life until civilization found her and embarked her on a journey in life she could never have imagined as a child in loin cloth spearfishing with a bow and arrow she made herself. She has the most ancient soul I have come to know with a wisdom of The Path (Dao) greater than any…

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Tagged For Happiness

September 29, 2019 at 10:46 pm (Commentary, Inspiration, Life, Music, music videos, Personal essays) (, , )

Tagged For Happiness

I’ve been tagged for happiness by Jessica:

Home

Let’s keep looking at the bright side of life.

I’m tagging Daniel

https://returnofdragons.wordpress.com/

and Sherry

https://sherriedevaleriahendrie.wordpress.com/

Rules:

1. Each Thursday, Beckie will pick a theme (Naturally something positive).

2. She will therefore tag two bloggers to continue the themed positive message along.

3. You the recipient of the tag can select anyway you want to share this positivity (Example Quote, Affirmation, Music Video, Memes, Pictures etc. as long as it sticks to the theme).

4. Please create a ping back to the original post 

“POP!” Pop of Positivity Share

as well as notifying your tagged bloggers that you have selected them.

For the theme of Happiness, I will be sharing two videos.

The videos are on the subject of joy.

Joy is actually something somewhat different from happiness.

Joy is something you can suddenly experience even in the midst of despair.
-Amadeus Emanon

The above is a quote from Amadeus Emanon one of the characters in my vampire novel that he made many years ago.

For a full explanation on what is the difference between joy and happiness, I suggest reading C.S. Lewis’ book Surprised By Joy.

For a brief explanation, I would say joy is something that is bestowed supernaturally.

Happiness is generally dependent on the physical world and one’s surroundings (people and places).

Ever since my dad died from cancer back in June 2010 and I developed clinical depression as a result, happiness has been something difficult to find on a daily basis.

But in the years since my dad died, I have experienced joy.

Joy is something that is bestowed as a blessing from an external force or what I would say as a blessing from an external person (let Star Wars keep its force. Electricity is a force but it is not a person). That external person being God.

Here then are the songs that for me express joy and give me joy:

Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring

Fairest Lord Jesus

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Renfield Analyzes The Strange Affair of Justin Trudeau Brownface

September 18, 2019 at 10:48 pm (Commentary, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Vampire novel) (, , )

Renfield Analyzes The Strange Affair of Justin Trudeau Brownface 

Self-righteous asshole and politically correct idiot and self-proclaimed culturally sensitive and racially sensitive Justin Trudeau caught wearing brown face at an Arabian Nights themed party back in 2001.

If this was Canadian Federal Conservative Party leader Andrew Scheer rather than the pampered Justin Trudeau who had done this, rest assured that the left-wing bozos in the news media as well as the CBC (which more properly stands for Canadian Bolshevik Corporation rather than Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) would be showing that photo of Scheer in every news story and every news broadcast until Election Day.

Of course the whining and snivelling mea culpa that Justin delivered tonight will be enough to satisfy many left-wing bozos and impotent bed wetter with a small penis Social Justice Warriors.

In defence of the younger Justin Trudeau and with raspberry for the older more politically correct and much more stupid older Justin Trudeau, he most likely did not do this with the intention of denigrating a culture but with the intention of portraying Aladdin as part of the Arabian Nights theme.

But the modern politically correct crowd who get their panties in a knot about absolutely everything imagine that everybody is like the Americans of the late 19th and early 20th Century who used blackface minstrel shows to denigrate the humanity of African-Americans.

Not everybody who dresses as a character in a tale from another culture wants to do this and these politically correct assholes who get their panties in a knot every time something like this happens need to be given the raspberry they so richly deserve before they turn Western society into an Orwellian 1984.

-Renfield R. Renfield MP
in a guest editorial 
for The Winston Smith Protagonist
Newspaper

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday September 18th
2019.

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Sherry and The Unicorn

September 15, 2019 at 10:55 pm (Commentary, Folklore, History, Inspiration, Life, love, magic, Mythology, Nature, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural) (, , )

Sherry and The Unicorn

The golden colours of autumn
Shone brightly around the hills and trees
As Sherry set out from her beautiful rustic old farmstead and grounds

Autumn was her favourite time of year she reflected 
As a cool autumn breeze blew gently through her dark hair

Sherry loved to go on evening walks 
Sometimes alone
Or with her dog 
Or one of her children 

Tonight she was alone 
Alone to contemplate 
And silently communicate with both God and Nature
Which was one of her favourite past times 
Contemplating and communicating with both God and Nature

She set out on the path
That would take her along the river
And by the woods

In her eyes both peace and sadness
Peace from communicating with God and nature 
Sadness from the night her nearly 3 year old daughter died from pneumonia 
In her arms 
On the night when the worst March snowstorm of the century hit Western Europe 
And ambulances were unable to get through the snow drifts 
To reach the farm stead 
And rush the girl to hospital

Sherry gave the impression of one who had lived a thousand lives
For her eyes seemed to reflect the wisdom of one who had

She had been born in the Malaysian province of Sarawak
On the island of Borneo
Through her veins flowed the blood of the Iban 
Who were the famed Head Hunters of Borneo
Whose exploits and ferocity 
Were the stuff of folk lore 
But were now a gentle and loving people 
Since the light of Christ had been brought to them

Also the blood of the Malay flowed through her veins
The people who gave Malaysia its name

On her father’s side she had both Chinese and Japanese ancestry 
For her paternal grandfather and paternal grandmother had a Romeo and Juliet style love story
But one with a happy ending

Her grandfather was Japanese 
Having been born into a noble Japanese Samurai family 
Of one of the many Samurai clans that existed throughout Japan
And still existed prior to Gen. MacArthur’s governorship of the country in the post-World War II years

Now those mighty Samurai clans existed only in history books and ancestral family stories 
And of course Hollywood and Japanese films 

But her grandfather a noble Samurai knight 
Had fallen in love with a Chinese woman
In a time period when the Samurai clans had fallen under the sway of Tojo
And an extreme militaristic form of Shintoism 
Whose Japanese master race theories about Japanese racial superiority among Asians
Were matching Hitler’s German racial superiority theories about 
German racial superiority 
Among the peoples of Europe 

So it would not do for a Japanese samurai knight 
To fall in love with a Chinese woman
And worse still as far as his family and clan 
were concerned-
He wanted to marry her!

Keep her as a kept woman if you must 
His immediate male family members told him
But do not, under any circumstances, marry her.

But this noble Samurai knight was truly noble by nature 
And not noble in name only.
He married the woman he loved-
A woman of China!

The result was the the pronouncement of a Japanese Samurai clan’s equivalent 
Of an Iranian ayatollah’s fatwa-
A death edict for both the Samurai 
And his bride!

The couple fled as far away from the reach of the Samurai clans as they could get
To the island of Borneo!

And many years later Sherry was born
The granddaughter of these star-crossed lovers

Sherry was teased as a child
Because the village because of the darkness of her eyes 
Thought her the reincarnation 
Of the River serpent woman
Who haunted her village and family folklore
A great great great grandmother several generations back in her Iban family tree 
Who had a human body for the top part 
But a serpent body for the bottom part of her body

It was said the River serpent woman 
had extremely dark eyes
And Sherry had the darkest eyes of any female currently living in her family

But that was Sherry’s past
And the sights of autumn and deer
And rabbits and squirrels was Sherry’s present

The unicorn sat down in the clearing of the woods
A magical and enchanting creature 
In an age where the only magic and enchanting were done by dark beings
And therefore magical enchanting creatures of God were rarely seen

Of course the Unicorn being an essentially shy creature preferred it this way
Being able to walk the woods and hills freely without being gaped at by other creatures
Particularly those creatures with 2 arms and 2 legs and ten fingers and 10 toes who seemed to be particularly fond of gaping 
Particularly those who carried those annoying little objects in their hands
And were always emitting flashes of light at themselves 
Particularly as they stood alongside other creatures 

The unicorn looked up 
And then paused
For one of those creatures 
He was just thinking about
Was standing on the other side of the River 
And looking at him.

The unicorn thought about turning to run
He turned its gaze back to the creature
And the creature did something odd for this type of creature 
Instead of getting closer to get a better look at him
The creature sat down on the banks of the River 
And just looked 

Not an annoying look either 
Just a contemplative look 
It was not eying the Unicorn either for dinner or emitting a flash 
From an object in its hand 
Just a gentle look 
A look that seemed to acknowledge 
The Unicorn as a fellow subject 
Rather than an object to be simply gaped at
For the sake of gaping 

The creature on the other side of the River then smiled at the Unicorn
That was it!
A simple smile
It seemed to be a kind smile 
The Unicorn thought
Not a nasty or self-absorbed smile
That too often seemed to accompany the countenance
Of creatures like these

For some reason the Unicorn felt inclined to cross the River 
On the other bank now 
As the Unicorn stood 
He noticed the creature with the kind smile 
Had still not made any movement towards it-
The Unicorn.

The Unicorn approached and bowed its head and horn within inches of the creature with the kind smile 
The creature with the kind smile gently patted his head and horn 
And smiled some more.
The Unicorn gave the creature its own kind smile 
And walked back across the River and then into the woods from whence it came.

When she returned home, some of her children called out to Sherry,
“Did you have a good walk, Mom?”.

“Yes, I did,” Sherry nodded as she took off her coat, “A very good walk.”

“Did you see anything?” The children asked.

“Yes,” Sherry smiled, “I saw some deer. And some rabbits and a squirrel.”

Sherry put her finger to her lips and mused aloud, “And let’s see. What else did I see?”.

Then she thought some more and then smiled, “Oh yes. And I saw a Unicorn.”

“Oh, Mom!” The children giggled and laughed.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday September 15th
2019.

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Satanic Rock Stars, Justin Trudeau, Trump Vs. Dorian and DARPA Looks For Tunnels

August 29, 2019 at 10:57 pm (Commentary, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Politics, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Satanic Rock Stars, Justin Trudeau, Trump Vs. Dorian and DARPA Looks For Tunnels

“Teaching the doctrine of the actual real existence of Hell was the biggest defect in Jesus Christ’s character.”
-Bertrand Russell 

“So, what are you looking at on the Net?” Amadeus Emanon asked his friend British MP Renfield R. Renfield.

“At a news item that Lady Gaga, Ariana Grande and a bunch of other demonically inspired losers in today’s music industry are planning a rock concert Rock Stars For Murdering Babies,” Renfield replied.

“Do they intend that to be the Woodstock of the year 2019?” Inquired a shocked Amadeus.

“Oh, most likely,” Renfield nodded.

. . .

Meanwhile in Canada, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau was issuing a blistering attack on Federal Conservative Party leader Andrew Scheer.

Foamed Trudeau as his head spun around 360 degrees and he spewed out French green pea soup in Linda Blair style fashion, “Mr. Scheer does not support the values of the demons Baal and Baphomet. For as we all know the values of Baal and Baphomet are Canadian values. How do we know they’re Canadian values? Because being the cultural Marxist and progressive Fascist that I am, I say that they are Canadian values. To disagree with me and my fellow anal retentive social justice warriors is high treason and constitutes hate crimes of the highest magnitude.”

. . .

In Britain, the pro-EU group Best For Britain (financed by leftist billionaire George Soros) said that in lieu of Queen Elizabeth II granting UK Prime Minister Boris Johnson’s request for proroguing Parliament, what happened to King Charles 1st 370 years ago in 1649 might happen to the Queen this year.

. . .

Donald Trump (speaking to the news media after having wiped cream pie off his face some 24 hours earlier), “As we all know the people of Florida face the possibility of Hurricane Dorian barrelling down on top of them over the Labour Day weekend. We in this Administration will joyously and happily give them all the support, aid and money that they need should disaster happen. After all, it’s not the people of Florida’s fault that they live in an area often hit by hurricanes. And even more importantly I own a lot of resorts and golf courses in Florida. Whereas of course I don’t own any resorts or golf courses in Puerto Rico. I could stand to lose a lot of money if anything happens to my property in Florida. This would truly be a tragedy for this great nation if that were to occur. And someday, the Norse god Thor willing, I shall own a resort and golf course in Greenland.”

Trump then boarded a helicopter where another cream pie was thrown in his face by the 6 foot 8 tall invisible bunny rabbit Harvey Tallbanger.

“Shit! Not again!” Trump cried out.

. . .

Yesterday Wednesday August 28th DARPA (the Defence Advanced Research Projects Agency) also known as the “Mad Scientists’ Wing of the Pentagon” put out a twitter tweet asking for a city based tunnel the size of a shopping centre with several layers and maybe even a few atriums to it be made available to them (DARPA) as soon as possible and please let them know by Friday August 30th 2019 at 5:00 PM (DARPA local time).

The strange request which only a James Bond super villain or Lex Luthor or The Joker (from Batman) would probably be able to fulfill did receive a few replies.

Someone asked if DARPA was looking for Demogorgon (a character from the Dungeons and Dragons role playing game known by his titles “Prince of Demons” and “Lord of All That Swims In Darkness”).

DARPA tweeted back that “Demogorgon was a Department of Energy thing” not a DARPA thing.

Justin Trudeau was secretly pleased by the amount of Canadian cannabis that DARPA and U.S. Department of Energy employees were consuming.

. . .

“Not believing in the actual real existence of Hell was the biggest defect in Bertrand Russell’s character.”
-Renfield R. Renfield 

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday August 29th
2019.

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Musical Instruments, Hazardous Vegetables, Amazon Rainforest and The Russian Spy Beluga Whale Defector

August 23, 2019 at 9:57 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Humour, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Musical Instruments, Hazardous Vegetables, Amazon Rainforest and The Russian Spy Beluga Whale Defector

British MP Renfield R. Renfield asked his friend Amadeus Emanon, “Did you hear what happened to the saxophonist who played his musical instrument so badly?”.

“No,” Amadeus shook his head.

“He became a registered sax offender,” Renfield replied.

Amadeus buried his head in his hands.

Meanwhile down at the Set Enterprises aquarium, Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was having a vision of Brazilian President Jair Bolsonaro wearing a long Roman toga, a crown of laurel wreath in his hair (much like that worn by the Emperor Nero) and holding in his hands a violin which he was playing badly as the Amazon rainforests burned.

Meanwhile in the waters off the coast of Norway, tragedy struck the Russian spy beluga whale defector who had recently defected to the Norwegians with the help of the ghost of Orson Welles.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday August 23rd
2019.

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