Tartarus Bound and The Keys

September 18, 2020 at 10:22 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

As the three headed dog Cerberus led the late U.S. Associate Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg to her rotating barbeque spit over an open fire in Tartarus where she’d be spending her next eternity, three other figures had just been granted a one year dispensational leave from their rotating barbeque spits in Tartarus.

Pope Francis, who had actually lost the Keys of Saint Peter several years ago but didn’t bother relaying that message to Hades the Greek god of the Underworld, had communicated with the cthonic deity to release the three figures.

Bergoglio had communicated with Hades via a Rome based spiritist medium Sophia de Medici.


Sophia de Medici: Who did not feel at all threatened, sexually harrassed or lusted at by the men who worked in Pope Francis’ Vatican.

Later after the three figures arrived in Rome, Pope Francis had a Zoom conference video meeting with powerful figures from around the globe.

Meanwhile British MP Renfield R. Renfield was informing the London based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set that the term “Great Reset” was a globalist code word for establishing a One World Marxist Leninist government.

Earlier this week Dr. Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus the Ethiopian Communist who headed WHO (the World Health Organization) said that the current crisis would not end “with a vaccine but only with a total reorganization of society. We can never go back to the way things were before.”

Renfeld told Set: “That’s globalist code for freedom is permanently dead.”

The Sodom and Gomorrah admiring Italian-American physician Dr. Anthony Fauci (medical darling of the mainstream Marxist media) also talked about the need for combating climate change and for redistributing the world’s wealth (although by that he didn’t mean his own personal wealth would be available for redistribution- notation by Renfield).

Flaky Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives Nancy Pelosi blamed both the CCP Wuhan virus and the California wildfires on climate change.

“Mother Earth is mad at us!” Said the San Francisco Congresswoman while sporting a Medusa serpentine hairdo.

Likewise conceited, pompous and arrogant California Gov. Gavin Newsom blamed the California wildfires on climate change.

Just as the latest California wildfire was being started by fireworks going off at a gender reveal party in the woods.

Certainly one fiery revelation to say the least!

At the Davos Forum in Switzerland earlier this year, George Soros told participants that this year must mark the start of the “Great Reset”.

Now George Soros, Bill Gates, American economist Jeffrey Sachs and U-2 singer Bono were in a Zoom video conference with Pope Francis.

“Gentlemen,” Pope Francis held his hammer and sickle crucifix given him as a gift by Evo Morales the former Marxist President of Bolivia, “I have asked Hades to release three spirits from Tartarus for an entire year to help us as we launch the Great Reset.”

The ghosts of Lenin, Stalin and Mao Tse-tung stepped forward into the room where the Unholy Father was addressing his fellow Zoom conference participants.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday September 18th
2020.

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The Duck Called Samuel Puddlington At The Wax Museum

September 6, 2020 at 10:18 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Poetry) (, , , , , )

There was a Saint Bernard drinking a barrel flask of doubling gin
This side of the town of Duddlington
When he was approached by the duck called Samuel Puddlington

“Good sir,” said the duck as he raised his hat
Which scared off an approaching ravenous cat
“I’m looking for the wax museum in town,
Am I on the right path? Or am I out of bound?”

Said the big furry giant, “Go two blocks yonder and make a left
Like the present Communist Pope of faith bereft,
There you will find the town’s wax museum
With washrooms closed so outside you’ll be peein’. ”

So Samuel Puddlington followed the big dog’s directions
And passed by the store Big Al’s Furniture Selections
There across the street was the wax museum
And following the dog’s advice, outside did his peein’.

He paid his entrance fee and entered the space
which was filled with men and women of varied time and place
There was Marie Antoinette who lost her head
and Robespierre whose Reign of Terror was dread
Until at Guillotine himself, he made his own bed

There was Cleopatra the Queen of The Nile
And Jekyll trying to hide Hyde in his nail file
And meeting his end on the banks of the Thames was Jack the Ripper
Who was swallowed by a heroic giant fish named Flipper

“That definitely explains why they never found Jack!”
Said Sam as he pulled a feather out of his back
Down the hall were comic book characters Richie Rich and Sad Sack
Plus Wolfman Larry Talbot leading the wolves in the pack

In contemporary times
As he jotted down rhymes
were Donald Trump with his silly looking toupee
And Joe Biden whose mind was lost on the way
While in the background, Stalin’s and Mao’s ghosts were at play.

At the end of the hall Lincoln sat in his Ford Theatre seat looking sad
For the play title author’s American cousin had gone mad
Neo-Nazi and Confederate vampire battled Bolshevik and Maoist
And meditating on the sidelines was Buddhist and Taoist

Lincoln’s last words heard by Mary Todd were
“We will visit the Holy Land and see those places
hallowed by the footsteps of the Savior”
like an empty tomb that once marked where a grave were
“There is no city on Earth I so much desire to see as Jerusalem”
Site of where Isaac was saved by the blood of the ram
And the world’s humanity was saved by the blood of the Lamb.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday September 6th
2020.

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Minerva

August 21, 2020 at 11:02 pm (Commentary, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Poetry) (, , , , , )

And all the leather bound volumes on shelves were buried under dust
And all the gold on many crowns had finally turned to rust
A wireless library stretched across the globe
which technocrats wanted implants in everyone’s frontal lobe

Every fact and every fiction was now determined by Google
10 years hence you may see pic of Siamese cat when you search for “poodle”
And all will say it must be so
For high tech is not our foe

Alexa has replaced the shrink by the couch
With bar codes in your hands, no money to welch
Social interaction is missing like a person’s lips
Buried under a mask with one’s nose and no sinking ships

All that one sees are the other person’s eyes
Which have been Net trained to show nothing but lies
“The truth is out there” is a phrase now foreign as ancient Etruscan
if Truth ever existed, it’s as dead as electoral collusion with a Russian

The truth is not out there, it’s neither here nor there
For every day is filled with hope previous generations labelled “despair”
They march in tune to the beat of a non-existent drummer
where an eternal winter is labelled an endless summer

Good little sheep they all are
Marching near and far
For 2020 was the year most lost perfect vision
As their minds were infected by a diabolical incision

2030 was the UN’s sustainable goal
But the world’s elites bet on a closer running foal
And they got their wish
from the bottom of a Wuhan petri dish

The medium was indeed the message like Marshall McLuhan predicted
And people soon ceased calling themselves “homeless” after they were evicted
The media echoed the same message day after day
And people’s souls were lost like needle in the hay
And the Devil smiled as he sang “You’re all going my way”

“Be careful what you wish for” was now an old forgotten refrain
lost in a forgotten past like the whistle of ancient steam train
They had spent so much time in the late 20th Century watching movies
about lands of Dystopia and the post-Apocalypse
That finally when in reality it came to pass, no one asked, what is this?

Far from the madd’ing crowd that was so maddening
He lived in a home far away
surrounded by books and old leather volumes
where the sun ruled the day and the moon ruled the night
And 2 +2 = 5 was never ever right

In his mind’s eye he saw the lovely Athena
ancient goddess of wisdom that haunted his dreama’
Minerva was her Roman name
and she bore wisdom’s flame

Holding ancient scrolls
She pointed towards those
Who sought her light still
like one man alone on the side of a hill
Who sought neither the blue nor the Matrix red pill
For all medication inclined for a soul to kill

Her owl flew in the direction
of a world far from perfection
Knowledge to impart
Even just for one was a start.

-A poem written by Christopher
Friday August 20th
2020.

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Renfield Takes Stock of The North American Titanic

August 18, 2020 at 10:14 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Vampire novel) (, , )

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was spending the day in an English country garden.

Renfield was currently on his laptop, sitting under a tree and sipping a Mai Tai.

He was spending the day answering emails from a few of his North American fans.

Some Canadians were writing to him complaining that most of the “health experts” in Canada (whom the media were constantly focusing on in this time of the pandemic caused by an escaped Chinese Communist bioweapon) were all female (which was all right) but they were also all quite repulsively ugly (which was not all right).

It was Renfield’s understanding that these “health experts” were saying the same thing day after day and thus there was no reason for these facial breakers of mirrors to appear in public every day.

Renfield lined up the next Alberta Health Press Conference from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada with a new individual who would just repeat the same lines that the ugly looking female Provincial “Health Expert” said every day.

A parrot then appeared at the podium in front of the assembled news media.

Quoth the parrot, “Squawk. Remember to wash your hands. Squawk. Remember to wash your hands. Squawk. Remember to wash your hands.”

The parrot then made his next statement, “Squawk. Practice social distancing. Squawk. Practice social distancing. Squawk. Practice social distancing.”

Flapping his feathers, the parrot then built up to the punch line, “Squawk. Wear a mask at all times. Squawk. Wear a mask at all times. Squawk. Wear a mask at all times.”

Yes, the parrot just sounds like your typical “health expert” now, Renfield thought to himself as he watched on his laptop.

The parrot then added, “Squawk. Polly wants a cracker. Squawk. Polly wants a cracker. Squawk. Polly wants a cracker.”

Okay, Renfield thought, the parrot will add an improvisational line of his own just so that these Health Authority press conferences don’t wind up as boring as a Stephen Colbert comedy routine.

. . .

After taking a brief dip in the garden wading pool where he made a dozen laps back and forth across the two metre wide long pool, Renfield towelled himself off and went back to his laptop.

He then watched a few scenes from last night’s U.S. Democratic Party Presidential Virtual Convention.

After rolling on the grass next to his lawn chair in huge rollicking gales of laughter, the next door neighbour to Renfield’s country estate was thinking to himself, “He doesn’t seem to be taking the Democratic National Convention with the same degree of seriousness as The Washington Post, The New York Times, CNN, MSNBC, Global News Canada and all the other disinformation branches of the New World Order Ministry of Propoganda.”

Renfield then read a Twitter tweet that satanic witch airhead Alyssa Milano had sent to the Democratic Convention, “I’m so happy I’m a fucking Democrat.”

Renfield then sent a reply back to Ms. Milano under the handle of his fictional Italian alter ego Luigi Parmacelli, “You so happy you’re a fucking Democrat. All those Democrats you ‘a fucked had better check themselves into the nearest Sexually Transmitted Diseases clinic for ‘a emergency treatment.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday August 18th
2020.

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Tidings

August 4, 2020 at 10:47 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Poetry) (, , )


It was a pleasant autumn evening in Moscow
when the news came
The government in Saint Petersburg
had fallen to Lenin and the Bolsheviks

A way of life was about to change
Tyranny now imposed in the name of freedom
Russians must revert back to serfdom
to serve the chosen few
The vanguard of the Revolution

The spires of Christ’s Cross now replaced by the Hammer and Sickle
A hammer that nailed the nails into Christ’s wrists
and a sickle to cut down hordes of people like grain
in a harvest of blood
from which will rise Heaven on Earth
so the new Soviet masters say

Russians must go from honouring the empty tomb of Christ
To honouring the Pergamum temple shaped mausoleum tomb of Lenin
within a space of seven years

The Soviet “paradise” was Hell on Earth
but the official Party line was
“It’s Heaven on Earth”

And Siberia or worse
for denying the official Party line

Today the Washington Post, New York Times and CNN
disinformation branches of the New World Order Ministry of Propaganda
speak a similar Party line
as the old USSR
seeks to rise again
and this time go global
riding the wings of a virus.

-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday August 4th 2020.

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Dixie No More

June 25, 2020 at 10:05 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was podcasting in front of his laptop.

He was holding a guitar.

“Well, some group I’ve never heard of before called Lady Antebellum has changed their name to Lady A because the term antebellum refers to a style of architecture found in the American south prior to the U.S. Civil War. And of course the Orwellian history rewriters of the fictional novel of 1984 and the actual reality of 2020 don’t want any mention of the American south prior to the Civil War (and of course they don’t want any mention of the American south after the U.S. Civil War either). And some group I have heard of before called the Dixie Chicks are now dropping the term Dixie from their name because of course the term Dixie refers to the American south. Now of course the Dixie Chicks have always been airheads throughout the long course of their musical career. In fact, that’s the only reason I’ve ever heard of the Dixie Chicks before. I doubt I’ve ever listened to their music.
The only country music singers I’ve ever listened to have been Johnny Cash, Garth Brooks, Kenny Rogers, Ian Tyson and Dolly Parton. Oh and I guess Wilf Carter. The only reason I’m familiar with the Dixie Chicks is because of the usually stupid political statements they made when accepting an award at Awards Shows I have watched over the years. So it’s no surprise that in this year of 2020 as the American equivalent of Chairman Mao Tse-tung’s Cultural Revolution is launched across the land that was once the United States of America and all vestiges of the country’s past and history are destroyed by a bunch of young yahoos who actually think they will build a better world up from the rubble, it’s no surprise that the airheads formerly known as the Dixie Chicks would jump on this Neo-Maoist bandwagon. Might I suggest the Dixie Chicks now change their name to The Laid Eggs?”.

Here Renfield R. Renfield takes a swig of rum and eggnog that he’s been saving in the refrigerator for a special occasion.

He then turns back to the camera, “When Abraham Lincoln first heard the news of Confederate General Robert E. Lee’s surrender to Union General Ulysses S. Grant on April 9th 1865, he requested that the White House Military Band play Daniel Decatur Emmett’s 1859 song Dixie Land because he didn’t want the American south to think they were now a secondary part of the American Union because they rebelled and had now been defeated. But then again Lincoln had class which is something that most of today’s anarcho-Marxist hooligans of the Neo-Maoist Cultural Revolution ongoing in America today do not have. First, they came for the statues of Confederate generals. Then they went after the statues of U.S. Presidents. And now they’re going after the statues of Jesus, the Virgin Mary and the Saints.”

Renfield then picks up his guitar and starts to sing The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down (a song originally recorded by the Canadian-American rock group The Band in 1969 and the most popular version was recorded by American folk singer Joan Baez in 1971).

Sang Renfield,

“The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing…”


The Woman and Child: Next on the hit list of America’s Neo-Maoist cultural revolutionaries and Neo-Bolshevik insurrectionists.

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Saint Junipero Serra

June 24, 2020 at 10:30 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

The cigarette smoking demon Asmodeus and the little green fog Nimrod were sitting in a cafe diner in San Diego, California that had once been an old bus but was since converted into a diner.

Even though neither Asmodeus and Nimrod were wearing masks in public like California’s Neo-Stalinist governor Gavin Newsom had proclaimed in a Robespierreian Committee of Public Safety like Emergency Decree, the diner manager really didn’t feel like telling the demon or the little green frog to put on masks or leave.

The demon Baphomet (who likewise wasn’ wearing a mask) but looked and was dressed like a pre-eminent member of the LGBTQ+2S community (currently looking for more letters and numbers to appropriate), so wasn’t interfered with by the diner manager, passed by the duo’s table and showed them photos of statues of Saint Junipero Serra the Apostle of California being torn down in San Francisco and Los Angeles.

“This is what some of my Marxist-Leninist disciples have been up to,” the Baphomet grinned.

He/she/it then walked outside the diner to walk towards Saint Anne’s Catholic Church in the city.

A Neo-Bolshevik revolutionary had posted on his Instagram page calling on fellow Neo-Bolshevik revolutionaries to storm the Church, smash the statues and burn the Church to the ground.

The Baphomet was looking forward to the spectacle.

“Why did they tear down statues of Saint Junipero Serra?” Nimrod asked Asmodeus, “Who was he anyways?”.

“Well years ago, some Neo-Marxist academic made the claim that Saint Junipero Serra exploited and enslaved the native peoples of California and so he’s been on the Neo-Marxists’ shit list ever since,” Asmodeus’ cigarette ash spilled all over his 6 patty giant chili burger as he ate and smoked at the same time.

“And was the claim true?” Nimrod asked.

“Communists aren’t concerned with truth,” Asmodeus answered, “If they were, they wouldn’t be Communists.”

“But what were the actual facts on the ground irrespective of the Marxist lens of empirical reinterpretation and baloney enhanced reintegration?” Nimrod ate his baked salmon.

“Saint Junipero Serra was actually concerned about the attacks that certain groups of Spanish soldiers made on California’s indigenous peoples,” Asmodeus sipped his bottle of Corona beer, “And so even though he had an infirmed leg, he walked all the way to Mexico City on it in order to obtain special faculties of governance from the Viceroy of Spain stationed in Mexico City in order to discipline the military who were abusing the indigenous peoples. There is a physical reminder of the Viceroy’s orders (issued at Junipero Serra’s request) today. Everywhere there is a presidio (soldiers’ barracks) associated with a mission of the 21 missions that Junipero Serra founded in California, the presidio is always located miles away from the mission itself.”

“So, despite that, Junipero Serra’s statues are being torn down?” Nimrod used his long tongue to lick up a fly that had stationed itself on one of Asmodeus’ large beef patties.

“Well after decades of dumbed down public education in America, today’s youth in this country aren’t exactly the brightest on the planet,” Asmodeus dipped one of his fries in gravy.

On the television set above the diner’s kitchen window and next to the cashier’s booth, Melinda Gates was announcing that any covid-19 vaccine developed in America should be first tested on blacks and indigenous people before being given to whites.

While the lastest eugenics based announcement from the Gates evil duo would be of concern to Robert F. Kennedy Jr. (Son of assassinated 1968 U.S. Democratic Presidential candidate Bobby Kennedy), most limousine owning and mansion owning white liberal Democrats (who were really Marxist Neo-Mensheviks (politically speaking) cheering on the Neo-Bolshevik mobs destroying small businesses, statues and churches outside their walled houses and gated communities) really wouldn’t raise an eyebrow of reprimand to the Gates duo.

After all the Gates duo supported the same globalist New World Order they wanted for the world.

In which a world of serfs (told daily that they were free within a Marxist paradise) would serve them.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday June 24th
2020.

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‘Woke’ Zombies of The Apocalypse: Jacobin Terror Revisited

June 17, 2020 at 10:41 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Sorcery, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

A group of reporters were social distancing in British MP Renfield R. Renfield’s office waiting for the parliamentarian to come out of his inner office and make a statement on the ongoing Neo-Bolshevik insurrection in America and its accompanying sympathetic protests in Britain.

How a movement that started out as peaceful protests against racism and police brutality had also produced a side movement of rioting and looting and the violent overthrow of all vestiges of the past promising a nebulous future which the ‘Woke’ zombies of the apocalypse assured everyone would be so much better than today.

The politicians who seemed to be the most sympathetic to the violent looting and rioting ‘Woke’ zombies of the Apocalypse were also those who were most in favour of keeping their citizens under perpetual lockdown and quarantine.

But then Commies of a feather always oppress together (when they’re not out in the streets re-enacting the Jacobin Reign of Terror).

Meanwhile inside his inner office, Renfield was reading the news that his favourite brand of pancake syrup was being taken off the market.

“What? No more Aunt Jemima?” Renfield exclaimed, “What happened? Did a pair of white cops kneel on her neck and then shoot her? Just wait until I get my hands on those cops.’

Renfield’s parliamentary assistant Mirabella Francesca Franconia then shooed the reporters out of the parliamentary office into the parliamentary hallway.

She didn’t want her boss getting in hot water again like he was prone to do.

Meanwhile outside on the streets of London, a courier for Brucie’s Baloney Parlour had just been run over by Boris Johnson’s motorcade when he held up a sign in front of it saying There Is No Civil War Going On In Syria.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday June 17th
2020.

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Humour In A Time of Marxist Insurrection

June 12, 2020 at 10:41 pm (Commentary, Humour) (, )


“Yes, that’s Atlanta burning all right.
The Communists probably tore down General Sherman’s statue somewhere up north and then doing their best damn impersonation of him down here.”

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The Name of The Rose

June 11, 2020 at 10:52 pm (Commentary, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Poetry) ()

Cities on fire
Statues torn down
First slave traders and genocidal kings
Then Philadelphia abolitionists
and Boy Scout founders
next all Maria’s favourite things

The center cannot hold, Yeats wrote
Mere anarchy is loose upon the world
The best seem to be dead and gone
The worst prefer fire to right a wrong

Solve and coagula
Motto of Freemasonry
written on the arms of Eliphas Levi’s Baphomet
In Latin, solve means to dissolve
Coagula means to congeal and coagulate
It means to tear down
And then build anew
Reduce to rubble
and start again

Such has always been the belief of a certain style of dreamer
From John Locke to Rousseau
Men who could philosophize
But a tabula rasa in the real world just doesn’t harmonize

They tried it in France in 1789
Robespierre’s reason turned to terror sublime
A reign where human blood became a French red wine
They tried it in Russia in 1917
Bloodbath and famine became the “new serene”

Mao’s Cultural Revolution – a change to even the score
And Pol Pot strolled across piles of skulls to reach Utopia’s shore
Now they’re trying it again in America in 2020
A failed optical vision test × infinity aplenty

Madness reigns
Despot’s gains
Devil’s games
Satan’s plains

The Bard wrote, A rose is a rose by any other name
Dreamers’ dreams become nightmares
Their heaven on Earth built in vain.

As for me I’ll seek the rose

For a dreamer’s new Earth is soul’s loss but a demon’s gain

-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday June 11th 2020

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