Pope Rihanna and Diablos Nocturna At The 2018 Met Gala

May 12, 2018 at 11:59 pm (Avatar Speaks, Celebrities, Commentary, Culture, Fashion, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Religion, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Pope Rihanna and Diablos Nocturna At The 2018 Met Gala

Diablos Nocturna stood in the secret Time Tunnel at the CERN Large Hadron Collider in Geneva, Switzerland.

The date was Saturday May 12th 2018.

Standing alongside him in the tunnel was the powerful French witch Sabrine Davignon.

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The CERN scientist Dr. Hades Spawnus threw the switch.

Both Diablos Nocturna and the French witch Sabrine Davignon went back in time to the Met Gala 2018 in New York City held on Monday May 7th 2018.

And standing there was Pope Rihanna on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art:

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Sabrine Davignon commanded the elements, “Freeze time except for…” and then she spoke names in Latin which confused the post Vatican II Jesuit priest Father James Martin.

All people at the gala were frozen in time and place except for Pope Rihanna, Diablos Nocturna and Sabrine Davignon herself.

Diablos Nocturna went and knelt in front of Pope Rihanna.

He kissed her papal ring.

She then turned around and bent over and lifted her glittering sparkling papal robe and short tight skirted mini dress and he kissed her ass.

Sabrine Davignon thought to herself, “How like new members of the White House staff and the Trump Administration when they go in to meet the Donald in the Oval Office for the first time.”

Pope Rihanna kissed Diablos Nocturna on the forehead and both cheeks (facial cheeks for clarification).

She then ran her fingers through his hair and asked, “Have you been a good boy, Diablos Nocturna?”.

“No, I’ve been a very bad boy, your Holiness,” Diablos Nocturna confessed.

“Then I must punish you,” Pope Rihanna removed from underneath her robe a large wooden paddle that had written on it in large print MY PAPAL BLESSINGS AND INDULGENCES (written in Latin of course which would have further confused Father James Martin had he not been frozen in time and place).

She then sat on the steps, commanded Diablos Nocturna to take off all his clothes and lie across her skirted lap.

When Diablos Nocturna had done so, Pope Rihanna then administered 666 very strong and powerful whacks on his bare buttocks with her Papal Blessings and Indulgences (in Latin) paddle.

When she had finished, Diablos Nocturna then arose off her lap bearing a huge erection.

“Now perform the act of ritual tantric sex,” Sabrine Davignon said.

As Diablos Nocturna and Pope Rihanna performed the act of ritual tantric sex on the steps of The Metropolitan, the vampiress Golgotha (the daughter of Lilith) flew on top of a Cross in the Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and The Catholic Imagination Exhibit at the Met and hung there with her arms outstretched.

Meanwhile in Rome Italy, the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith was dancing around the Vatican wearing a blood red evening dress and creating a huge whirlwind as she did so.

Sabrine Davignon (the immortal daughter of Hecate the Greek goddess of witchcraft in her beautiful young maiden form and King Saint Louis IX of France from a night in which the blessed saint fell into temptation) smiled as she watched the Lady of the Dance on her smart phone (the image was being recorded by the cigarette smoking demon Asmodeus on his smart phone in Rome).

Meanwhile at the Vatican itself, Pope Francis awakened in his bedroom confronted by the sight of Beelzebub the Lord of the Flies doing up his fly on his Prada men’s suit after emerging from the papal bathroom 🚽.

And finally Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster awoke in a sweat in his lobster tank at the Set Enterprises laboratory in London.

He quickly wiped the sweat off his lobster brow with one of his claws.

He wondered, had what he saw all been a dream or was it real?

It would be some time before Michelangelo pronounced his final judgement on the matter.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday May 12th
2018.

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50 Years Ago Today: Martin Luther King Assassinated

April 4, 2018 at 9:34 pm (Commentary, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Poetry) (, , )

50 Years Ago Today: Martin Luther King Assassinated

50 Years Ago There Were Giants: A Poem

50 years ago, there were giants in the earth in those days
Martin Luther King who spoke of civil rights for all people, who believed in non-violence to achieve his goals, who spoke of a world where all God’s children were one, where the descendants of former slaves and the descendants of former slaveowners would play together and pray together and work together and live together in peace and harmony and brotherhood and justice for all,
he was a man who saw this,
the night before his death,
he spoke of his vision,
he had been to the mountaintop
and he had seen the Promised Land.
His eyes had seen the glory of the Coming of the Lord.
He had a Dream
and he saw that someday that dream would be reality.

50 years ago, there were giants in the Earth in those days
Robert F. Kennedy announced to a crowd in Indianapolis Indiana
the sad news of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s death
he spoke of Dr. King’s dream of love,
of a world where love triumphed over hate
and peace over violence
of not giving in to the desire for revenge
but rather bring together all people of good will
whatever their colour
that blacks should not hate whites
and whites should not hate blacks
of the world that Dr. King foresaw on the mountaintop
when he saw the Promised Land
that Promised Land
where people are not judged by the colour of their skin
but by the content of their character

50 years ago, there were giants in the Earth in those days
Will we ever see their like again?
Now 50 years later, one wonders
will we ever see their like again?
White kills black
Black kills white
Instead of building love in our hearts
we have leaders who tell us to build walls on our borders
Instead of uplifting and reconciling
we have nations described as shitholes by those in power
Instead of the inspiring words of the Promised Land as spoken of in the Bible
and the inspiring words of Aeschylus that Robert Kennedy mentioned in his speech
we have words of vulgarity spoken in angry tweets
Instead of words of reconciliation and seeking the best in all
We have words of division
that seek to bring out the worst in all

50 years ago, there were giants in the Earth in those days
Will we ever see their like again?

Judging people by the content of their character
instead of the colour of their skin
a dream that Martin saw.
Some men see things as they are and ask why?
Some men dream dreams that never were
and ask why not?
A question that Bobby posed.

The dream that Martin saw
seems to have disappeared in a dark aether of hate
The question that Bobby posed has been forgotten in a bluster of bickering voices

50 years ago, there were giants in the Earth in those days
Now dwarves whose hearts are full of hatred
whose words are full of spite and vitriol
and whose heads are full of ignorance calling itself knowledge
walk the land.

Who will lead us back to the mountaintop?
Who again will show us a vision of the Promised Land?
Who again will once again
Dream dreams that never were
and ask, Why not?

50 years ago, there were giants in the Earth in those days.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday April 4th 2018
on the 50th Anniversary
of the assassination
of the Rev. Dr.
Martin Luther King Jr.

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Diablotron: A Poem

March 27, 2018 at 9:13 pm (Commentary, Culture, Fantasy, Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, Mythology, Nature, News, Poetry, Religion, Science-Fiction, Technology, The Supernatural) (, , , )

Diablotron: A Poem

Cabin in the woods
trees and nature surround
Water springs and rivers flow nearby
Elves 🧝‍♀️ 🧝‍♂️ and fairies 🧚‍♀️ in the forest
Naiads (water nymphs) in the rivers, springs and waterfalls
Dryads (tree spirits) in the trees

Auditorium stage of a corporate techno giant
laboratories and machinery surround
Computers hum and robots move
Virtual reality in helmets and AI in cyborgs
Androids that look human
Humans becoming automatons

In the cabin the witch Astara in a long black dress
kneels in front of an altar
she holds a dagger
and waves a wand
and calls upon the Old Ones to return to earth

On the stage the scientist/salesman in a long white lab coat
waves to the audience
he holds a remote control
and pushes a button
and calls for New Gods
Transhuman and super-evolved
to arise

Astara burns roots and plants 🌱
and a dash of incense
Light flickers above the altar
a form appears
and then vanishes
Astara falls to the floor

The CEO/AI engineer directs stage lights
in the darkness
a form appears
a metallic robot
with a beating heart
and the presenter/host disappears

In the cabin
darkness
and an eerie silence

In the auditorium
spotlight on the cyborg
and applause and cheers from the audience

Astara looks up from the floor
at the vacant altar,
and whispers
in a quiet voice
Will you not come?
Will you not come?

The cyborg looks down from the stage
at the mesmerized audience
and booms
in synthetic metallic echo
DIABLOTRON is here
DIABLOTRON is here

Synthesis of the ancient and contemporary
The Old Ones are the New Ones
The New Ones are the Old Ones

After all the Ouroboros eats its own tail
And the Creator becomes the Destroyer
and the Destroyer becomes the Creator

-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday March 27th 2018.

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Michelangelo’s Vision of Rick Santorum’s Wife Being Shot

March 26, 2018 at 10:21 pm (Commentary, Crime, Geopolitics and International Relations, News, Politics, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Michelangelo’s Vision of Rick Santorum’s Wife Being Shot

Amadeus Emanon was in the Set Enterprises laboratory eating a dozen grilled cheese sandwiches and watching Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster who was in his aquarium playing with a waterproof Sherrielock Holmes leather skirted dominatrix Barbie doll.

Suddenly Michelangelo let out a penetrating screech which caused Amadeus to momentarily pause in the middle of eating one of his grilled cheese sandwiches 🥪.

Thirty seconds later Amadeus resumed eating as Michelangelo picked up a psychic vision from the future on his lobster antennae.

The vision was of British MP Renfield R. Renfield on his first political trip to America as a member of the British House of Commons.

Mr. Renfield was at a fancy cocktail 🍹 🍸 political reception in Washington DC.

Absent from the reception was Donald Trump because his hairpiece toupee had been stolen by a Kraken who had mistaken it for a fresh water nest of baby salmon eggs.

“Caviar is being served,” Lexington the White House valet announced.

Among the guests at the reception were former Pennsylvania Senator Rick Santorum and his wife Karen Garver Santorum.

Mrs. Santorum went up to the table where caviar was being served when she was confronted by a man waving a gun.

The man had been diagnosed with a dozen different mental illnesses by psychiatrists at one of the country’s leading medical centres last year.

Last week he had been re-elected the Membership Secretary of his local chapter of the NRA.

And this morning he had purchased a dozen different assault rifles from a local store including the one he now pointed directly at Mrs. Santorum.

The man pressed the trigger eight times in rapid succession.

As FBI agents ran to tackle the man, Renfield spoke sharply to the mentally inept American politician Sen. Rick Santorum, “Don’t stand there like an idiot. Go perform CPR on your wife.”

“But… but… but..” Sen. Santorum stammered, “I’ve never taken a CPR course in my entire life.”

“You’re as useless as tits on a bull aren’t you?” Renfield handed Sen. Santorum his glass of champagne, “Here hold this.”

Renfield ran over to Mrs. Santorum saying, “I have taken a course in CPR.”

Then he glared angrily back at Sen. Santorum, “Shows the truth of that old saying… Those who can, do. Those who can’t, pontificate endlessly on one of many subjects they know nothing whatsoever about.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday March 26th
2018.

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Haiku About Stephen Hawking R.I.P.

March 13, 2018 at 10:42 pm (Biographical, Commentary, History, News, Obituaries, Poetry, Science) (, , , , )

Haiku About Stephen Hawking R.I.P.

Body was prison
But mind so great it was free
to explore cosmos

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Encore of Have You Seen Jessica Urbano: A Poem?

March 8, 2018 at 9:21 pm (Commentary, News, Poetry) (, , , )

My friend and fellow writer Sherry Valeria Hilles recently wrote a blog post in which she asked her fellow bloggers to re-post one of their own favourite blog posts they had posted in the past once a month on their current blogs.

Here is her blog post:

https://sherriedevaleriahendrie.wordpress.com/2018/03/06/my-fav-blog-heralds-of-the-night/

This post I wrote a year ago in June a few days after the Grenfell Tower fire happened in London.

I remember at the time I was absolutely haunted by a poster that a family had posted of their young teen-aged daughter who went missing in the fire.

The poster showed her face and had the words in bold HAVE YOU SEEN JESSICA URBANO?

I was so haunted by the photo and the words on the poster that a few days later I wrote a free verse poem called Have You Seen Jessica Urbano?

When I first posted it, I had the photo of the poster and words included in the blog post.

But WordPress in its infinite wisdom (I’m being sarcastic here) and infinite stupidity (I’m not being sarcastic here) have sought to delete that photo for some reason which I thought added a lot to the effectiveness of the message of the poem.

Dracul Van Helsing

Josef Stalin was alleged to have said, The death of one is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic
Words uttered by someone who ought to know
So the Grenfell Tower fire we are told was a major fire
at a 24-storey 220 foot (70 metre) high tower of public housing flats
in North Kensington, west London which started on 14th June 2017
resulting in a high number of casualties and severe damage to the building
Such do the gods at Wikipedia tell us
As of this date 5 fatalities have been identified
and a further 74 people are presumed missing
bringing the presumed number of fatalities to 79
the deadliest fire in mainland Britain in over 100 years-
statistics, statistics, statistics,
so let me ask you this?
Have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Jessica Urbano

Jessica Urbano was a schoolgirl on the 20th floor of the Tower
when she was…

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The Versatile Blogger Award

March 3, 2018 at 10:25 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Personal essays, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

The Versatile Blogger Award

Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing had been performing every single act from the Kama Sutra with South African cultural attaché Lepardia Marango in a bedroom in a medieval inn in a small village in Wales in the middle of a fierce snow storm.

He had stopped when Lepardia paused to answer a text message from South African President Cyril Ramaphosa.

As Dracul checked his own social media after performing every single position from the Kama Sutra, he noticed he had been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award.

Here was Dracul’s blog post in response to the nomination:

The rules to the award are simple:

Just nominate some other blogger and ask them to answer a question asked by you and then tell 7 interesting things about yourself.

I would like to thank Shreya Sukrity

https://readnewweb.wordpress.com/

for nominating my name for the Versatile Blogger Award.

Shreya asked me a question- Every cloud has a silver lining?

My answer: But there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow 🌈.

My nominees for Versatile Blogger Award: Anyone who wants to answer the question I pose (which I will pose at the end of this blog post).

7 things about myself:

1): I use as the HTML backdrop frame for my blog an HTML backdrop frame that is 10 years out of date on WordPress.

The reason I do is because I happen to like the background- a nice Victorian Gothic style setting- perfect for a vampire novel.

Of course the only problem with it is that I’m unable to like other people’s comments on my own blog posts.

I notice many people like my comments on my own blog post but there is no like button for me to click that I like comments on my own blog posts.

So if you’ve ever wondered why I’ve never clicked Like on your comments on my blog posts, dear readers, it’s because I’m unable to do so.

2): For some reason ever since he was elected President, I have a dream at least once a week where Donald Trump phones me up for advice.

He obviously never listens to it which explains why all of his policies are such disasters.

3): My three favourite literary characters are Sherlock Holmes, Philip Marlowe and Father Jonathan Darrow the mystic Anglican priest who was the central character in Susan Howatch’s series of six novels about the Church of England in the 20th Century.

4): My favourite animated cartoon character is Jessica Rabbit.

5): My 5 favourite writers are William Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and C.S. Lewis.

6): My favourite vampire novelist is Anne Rice.

7): My favourite person from History is Jesus Christ.

and here are 3 extra points about myself

8): My favourite contemporary TV character is Raymond Red Reddington (who’s a lot like my own vampire novel character Renfield R. Renfield- and they both have the same initials as well- R.R.R.)

9): My favourite male singer is Josh Groban and my favourite female singer is Aya Matsuura (a Japanese singer)

10): My favourite famous last words spoken on a deathbed by a famous personage in history would be the last words spoken by Oscar Wilde on his deathbed,

“Either that wallpaper goes or I do.”

My question for all those versatile bloggers out there who want to answer this question – Of all the gin joints in all the world, who would you least like to see walk into Rick’s Cafe in Casablanca if you happened to be there?

-An award acceptance
blog post written by
Christopher
Saturday March 3rd
2018.

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Dracula and The 95 Theses of Martin Luther

February 28, 2018 at 11:48 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Religion, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Dracula and The 95 Theses of Martin Luther

Pope Alexander VI (Rodrigo Borgia) was walking incognito among the people in the streets of Rome on October 13th 1497.

He suddenly noticed a very very beautiful woman in an elegantly styled red dress walking the street.

The Borgia Pope (as he was called by his enemies) was definitely not immune to the charms of beautiful women despite his professed vows of priestly celibacy which he never really followed.

He walked over in her direction when he saw her.

The woman who noticed his approach smiled him a very warm and sensuous smile.

“Good evening, your Holiness,” she said in a voice as sultry as the warm autumn night over Rome.

“You know me?” The Pope was temporarily startled.

“I am the Cumaean Sibyl,” the woman replied, “There currently are and there will be many more in the future who say you definitely do not deserve the title Holiness. In fact, it will be your reign that will be held as most responsible for the thunderbolt that will strike the Church and the Papacy 20 years hence.”

“Thunderbolt? Twenty years hence?” Alexander VI was taken aback.

“Of course nothing to the foundations that will be shaken when a kraken meets the Pope over 520 years from now during the time of a rare snowstorm in Rome,” the Sibyl replied with a knowing smile prior to vanishing in the Roman night.

. . .

It was the evening of October 31st 1517 and the vampire Dracula was walking the streets of Wittenberg, Germany with some personal business he had to attend to.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks when he noticed a hooded monk running down the street carrying a huge leather bound bundle of papers in his arms along with a hammer and a very long nail.

He noticed the monk run up to the doors of All Saints’ Church ⛪ in Wittenberg and nail the volume of papers to the door.

The monk then looked around and not seeing anybody (for Dracula had turned himself into a black vaporous fog) immediately ran back to his monastery from which he came.

Dracula was innately curious as to what was in the documents.

He approached the door when he started feeling physically sick.

He had forgotten about the Cross on top of the Church ⛪.

Ever since he had asked the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith to bite him on the neck and turn him into a vampire as he lay dying on a January evening in the year 1477, the condition of Lilith granting his request was that he must sell his soul to the Devil.

Dracula had agreed and he had become deathly afraid of a Cross or a Crucifix ever since.

Despite the agony he felt as he approached the door underneath the Cross of Christ, curiosity was getting the better of him.

Was this what they meant when they said curiosity killed the cat?

Would curiosity now kill the bat 🦇?

He lumbered over and reached to grab the document.

Despite the most intense sensation of heartburn 💔 he had ever felt in his life, Dracula read through the entire document.

“Well,” Dracula said to himself as he limped away from the door beneath the Cross of Christ, “this is really going to rock the boat. Maybe even cause the Barque of Peter to sink some day.”

. . .

Peter Whitstable the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol was reading an English translation of the Prophecies of the Cumaean Sibyl done by a Classics and Latin scholar at Cambridge University.

He had come across an interesting passage, “When a rare snowfall comes to Rome and a kraken meets with the Pope, know that…”

And then the rest of the passage wasn’t translated.

Whitstable cursed silently.

Snow had fallen in Rome Italy this past Monday.

And yesterday an anonymous source had sent him video footage from the Vatican showing a kraken entering Pope Francis’ apartment this past Monday night.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 28th
2018.

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Renfield Gives Speech To Clinton Foundation

February 24, 2018 at 11:14 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Politics, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Renfield Gives Speech To Clinton Foundation

British MP Renfield R. Renfield had been invited to give a speech in London to a visiting tour group made up of members from the Clinton Foundation branch in New York City.

At the swanky exclusive London hotel reception dinner where most guests were dressed in formal dinner attire (a great number of the men were wearing evening gowns and a great number of the women were wearing tuxedos and pant suits), Renfield R. Renfield was sitting at the head table dressed like actor Charlie Chaplin as the Little Tramp.

When invited to give his speech, Renfield began his speech by asking,

“Have you ever wondered why Joe McCarthy a conservative Republican senator of the 1950s who was worried about Soviet involvement in American politics was labelled as being paranoid and guilty of conducting a political witch hunt? While liberal Democrats in this 2nd decade of the 21st Century who are worried about Russian involvement in American politics aren’t?”.

Needless to say, Renfield’s speech didn’t go over so well with members of the Clinton Foundation.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday February 24th
2018.

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Haiku About Johann Strauss

February 23, 2018 at 11:00 pm (Commentary, Culture, Music, Poetry) (, , , , )

Haiku About Johann Strauss

In Vienna woods
we’ll watch the emperor waltz
by the Blue Danube

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