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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Millicent Patrick’s Creation

August 1, 2020 at 10:35 pm (Culture, Entertainment, Film, Poetry) (, , )

Millicent Patrick at work: Giving personality and soul to the Creature From The Black Lagoon

Millicent Patrick was the artist
who sketched and designed the creature
who was the Creature From The Black Lagoon

A 1954 film made in 3D
And for those with eyes to see
The Creature was 3 dimensional in more ways than one

In toy model kits of the 1960s
The Creature was considered
one of the Universal Pictures film monsters

But the Creature was no monster
It was scientists who came to his Amazon River habitat
To grab him and take him back to captivity for scientific study

They were the monsters
As for the Creature, who defended his habitat
and tried to escape from captivity

Monster they called him
but monster he was not
He was the proverbial fish out of water

The woman in the film
who he was portrayed as menacing her in film posters
She showed some sympathy for the Creature

Millicent was a true artist
one who showed great sensitivity
Like all true artists, she imbued her creation with life and soul

As she sat at her sketch board
etching and sketching and drawing and painting
She slowly brought her creation to life

And that Creature
moved from drawing board to clay model
and then to celluoid film

But a Creature with soul
who showed more signs of humanity
than the humans who captured him

Almost 50 years later
The Creature still provokes empathy from those who feel
And a sense of pathos to be found within that tragedy called “modern science”

A woman artist gave him soul on her sketch board
And that tragic soul still calls out to all those who see, hear and feel
Across a vast stretch of space and time so many years later

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday August 1st 2020.

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Young Sherlock Meets The Maiden of Glencoe

July 17, 2020 at 10:52 pm (Culture, Entertainment, History, Literature, Poetry, Romance) (, , , , , )


The Maiden of Glencoe

It was the summer of 1870
Otto von Bismarck was up to no good
as far as the French were concerned
On July 15th the French Army mobilized
The North German Confederation
responded with its own mobilization
later that same day.
A day later July 16th
The French Parliament
voted to declare
war on Prussia.
Due to lengthy wine and cheese breaks
among French postal service employees
and lengthy beer and Wiener Schnitzel breaks
among German postal service employees
The declaration of war didn’t reach Berlin
until 3 days later
July 19th 1870
when the war officially began.

But that was a couple of days away
For this was July 17th 1870
and young Sherlock Holmes
wasn’t all that concerned
with Europe’s geopolitical problems anyways
as he strode through the highlands of Scotland

He was walking through the valley of Glencoe
site of the infamous massacre of Glencoe
that took place on February 13th 1692
in which 30 members of the Clan MacDonald of Glencoe
were brutally murdered by members of the Campbell family

Sherlock had a sturdy staff in hand
as he walked
and talked to his imaginary friend
a talking bear
that he called Doctor Clawson

“Well, Clawson,” young Sherlock lit his imaginary pipe,
“This is the site of the Glencoe Massacre.
What do you make of it?”.
“Where’s all the blood, Holmes?”
Clawson asked
as he took in the spellbinding scenery.

“You’ve glanced through my history textbooks but obviously never read them,”
Holmes deduced as he blew imaginary smoke ,
“The Glencoe Massacre happened almost 200 years ago.
The blood has probably long dried up since then.”

“Well then if I was a vampire, I’d be shit out of luck,”
the colourful talking bear with the rather colourful vocabulary
remarked.

“Up among the heather…” young Sherlock started dancing like a young English public school boy dandy
as the imaginary bear Clawson covered his eyes in shock and horror
He had obviously put too much fruit helpings on his porridge this morning, Clawson deduced about young Sherlock

Sherlock stopped dancing like a dandy
when he went up over the hill
and came upon this vision below him

The Maiden of Glencoe

Young Sherlock let go of the wooden staff in his hand
and dropped his imaginary pipe
spilling non-existent ash over the heather
when he saw the maiden.

“Heavens above!” Young Sherlock gasped.

Their conversation began with a tete a tete
moved to a fete a fete
and climaxed with a pet a pet

Doctor Clawson looked on in horror
The fact that young Sherlock
would someday lose his virginity
was something the talking bear
had never deduced would happen
in his wildest dreams.

And it was after this
that Doctor Clawson the imaginary talking bear
wound up abandoned on the shelf of toys
where he would be joined by Little Jackie Piper’s friend
Puff the Magic Dragon
90 or so years later.

-A poem written by Christopher
Friday July 17th 2020.

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Notre Dame In Paris To Be Restored With Original Gothic Style Spire

July 11, 2020 at 10:18 pm (Art, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

The spire of Notre Dame Cathedral which was destroyed in a fire in April of 2019 will be restored according to the original Gothic design French President Emmanuel Macron announced a couple of days ago.

Macron had originally said after the fire that he was in favour of a “contemporary gesture”.

However the French President wanted the restoration to be completed by 2024 when Paris is hosting the Olympics for that year (assuming of course that most of humanity hasn’t died off from the Covid-19 virus or died off from massive carbon dioxide poisoning after having worn face masks 24 hours a day in the last idiotic decree of the WHO and numerous politicians around the world).

The process of designing a contemporary modern spire with an international competition for architects of no doubt exceedingly bad taste would have caused unnecessary delays.

France’s National Heritage and Architecture Commission thus recommended going with a spire in the original Gothic design.

The Cathedral’s first spire was built in the 13th Century but due to extensive damage it had to be removed in the late 18th Century.

Its replacement, designed in the Gothic style by architect Eugene Violett-le-Duc, was built in the mid-19th Century.

Jean-Louis Georgelin (the French Army General put in charge of the reconstruction effort) wanted a modern or maybe even a post-modern alternative to replace Violett-le-Duc’s Gothic design.

Architects from around the world submitted designs including one design with a rooftop pool and another with a giant park and greenhouse on the roof.

Australia’s notorious Uncle Ernie had even submitted an architectural design that showed a giant male phallus surrounded by pancakes.

It was mercifully lost in the mail.

The cathedral’s chief architect Philippe Villeneuve consistently spoke out in favour of a faithful restoration of the previous 19th Century Gothic style design.

This upset Gen. Georgelin and in a heated exchange at a meeting of the French National Assembly’s Cultural Affairs Committee last November, the General told Monsieur Villeneuve to shut his mouth.

Seconds later, Gen. Georgelin had a Devonshire Cheese cream pie thrown in his face by an invisible entity.

Although a few Harvey Wallbanger imbibing members of the committee swore it was a 6 foot 8 tall bunny rabbit with big pink floppety ears who did the deed.


Esmeralda and her pet goat Djali look on in horror at some of the proposed designs for Notre Dame’s spire.

-A vampire novel written by Christopher
Saturday July 11th 2020.

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Vera Lynn

June 18, 2020 at 9:20 pm (Culture, Entertainment, History, Music, News, Obituaries, Personal essays) ()

R.I.P. Vera Lynn (March 20th 1917 – June 18th 2020) the British singer who was called England’s Sweetheart and the English Nightingale during World War II for singing such inspirational songs as We’ll Meet Again, The White Cliffs of Dover, There’ll Always Be An England, and Lily Marlene.

She died on the 80th Anniversary of Sir Winston Churchill’s This Was Their Finest Hour speech (that Churchill delivered on June 18th 1940).

80 years later was the day England’s Finest Singer went to her Heavenly Abode.

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Marianne de Lilith

June 13, 2020 at 10:18 pm (Culture, Detective story, Fantasy, Gothic romance, Literature, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )


Marianne de Lililth

Carson Cody Albion sat in his private eye office
From his window, he could get a good view of parts of the city burning
The private eye felt hungry so he ordered a pizza to be delivered to his office

Unbeknownst to Albion, the courier got his orders mixed-up
A pizza that was to be delivered to the leader of a rival gang
A gang in opposition to the gang that owned the pizza shop
Was delivered to Albion instead

The pizza contained several doses of toad venom
Luckily for Albion the pizza cook got his recipe books mixed up
He did not sprinkle enough toad venom on the mozzarella to deliver death
Only enough to give the eater a high

Although Albion might not have died anyways
He was immortal
Having drunk breast milk from the lovely knockers of
the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis back on VE-Day
May 8th 1945

Albion ate the pizza
and drank his bourbon
And soon he was off on a hallucinogenic trip
That would have made Samuel Taylor Coleridge green with envy
For there was no storytelling sailor with an albatross around his neck
Nor a Kubla Khan in Xanadu stately decreeing a pleasure dome

Rather this sight greeted his senses

Marianne de Lilith

I am Marianne de Lilith
said the sexy redheaded witch

Well, Marianne, said Albion,
I love the way you’re holding that broomstick.

Bats flew in the light of the full moon
Behind the dead desolate tree.

“This is but a vision of the mind,” Albion reflected
“As I don’t think the Farmer’s Almanac called for a full moon this evening.”

“The tree behind me died as a result of being watered with toad venom,”
Marianne explained.
“That is a shame,” Albion reflected as he threw his cigarette lighter at Marianne’s feet.
Albion crawled over to pick it up.

“I’m reminded of fishing season for some reason,” Albion remarked as he gazed up her stockings and her skirt.
A spiked stiletto high-heeled shoe crushed his hand.

“This never happened to John Candy when he made a splash with his loose change aboard that boat,” Albion grimaced with pain.

Albion soon found himself in Marianne’s shack.
He started whistling that song “What A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts”
as he gazed at the pair of knockers that weren’t hanging on Marianne’s door.

“I take it you still like being breast fed?” Marianne asked the private eye.
“I do,” Albion nodded, “I’m like Jerry Seinfeld in that respect.”

So Marianne breast fed him.
Breasts that were loaded with toad’s venom and not milk.
Albion went into cardiac arrest and was rushed to an LA hospital.

“Beware the breasts of Marianne de Lilth!” Calpurnia’s ghost warned as she strolled the corridors of the hospital emergency ward.
Her warning came a little too late for Carson Cody Albion private eye.

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday June 13th
2020.

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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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Marxist Mingling of Voldemort and Baphomet

June 10, 2020 at 10:43 pm (Commentary, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Sorcery, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

British MP Renfield R. Renfield had received an email from Set Enterprises’ newest employee the eccentric self-proclaimed alchemist Dr. Marmalade Montague formerly of Paris.

In it, Dr. Marmalade Montague had made the claim that an evil German alchemist Dr. Wilhelm Das Tore the former CEO of Fenster Software was trying to alchemically mingle the two separate entities Voldemort and Baphomet together.

“There might actually be something to Dr. Montague’s assertion,” Renfield reflected.

The Set Enterprises Intelligence Unit had received reports that Marxists, Maoists, Trotskyites and anarchists as well as Baal and Baphomet worshippers were trying to infiltrate the Black Lives Matter movement and use it for their own nefarious purposes.

An example of this happened in Mexico this past Monday June 8th when Baal and Baphomet worshipping anarchists attacked the Cathedral of Xalapa in the Mexican state of Veracruz and the Expiatory Temple of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

The buildings were vandalized and spray painted with satanic graffiti.

The vandalism started out as what was supposed to be a peaceful protest against police brutality in sympathy with protests in the U.S.

Of course Antonio Gramscian Cultural Marxists were on the warpath on behalf of Baal and Baphomet as well.

Actors and actresses, particularly those of the millennial and gen X variety, were stringent Antonio Gramscian Cultural Marxists.

A group that Renfield called the Alphabet Soup Disciples of Baphomet (because of their fondness for appropriating letters of the alphabet for themselves) envisioned an Antonio Gramscian Cultural Marxist global atheistic secular state ruling the world.

But this Marxist atheistic secular global state that the Alphabet Soup Disciples of Baphomet envisioned would have a secularized form of the old ancient Hindu caste system with they the Alphabet Soup Disciples of Baphomet as the secularized form of the Brahmin caste with traditional Catholics and Bible believing Evangelical Protestants becoming the secularized form of the Dalit caste or the untouchables.

And it would be they the Alphabet Soup Disciples of Baphomet who would be the ultimate arbiters of language and particularly pronouns.

If someone used a pronoun to describe someone that the Alphabet Soup Disciples of Baphomet did not like, they would be subject to abuse and ridicule on social media and jail terms, fines and imprisonment in real life.

The Alphabet Soup Disciples of Baphomet claimed to be about equality but really they were about superiority- for themselves.

As Renfield was writing up a dossier on all this, he reflected to himself, “It’s rather ironic that most of these Alphabet Soup Disciples of Baphomet claim to be following basic science when it comes to Climate Change (the Greta Thunberg hypothesis of climate change that is which is asserted to be scientific dogma) but fail miserably at Science when it comes to basic principles of Biology and human anatomy.”

Writer J.K. Rowling had recently come afoul of Antonio Gramscian Cultural Marxist SJWs (and that did not stand for single Jehovah’s Witnesses – those who were unmarried and thus not getting a constant piece of tail which at least might explain their idiotic pronouncements).

J.K. Rowling had tweeted the George Orwell character Winston Smith equivalent of saying that 2 + 2 = 4.

She was immediately jumped upon by various actors and actresses from the Harry Potter series of movies (people like Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson and others) who immediately tweeted and asserted in the Alphabet Soup Disciples of Baphomet equivalent of Orwellian Doublespeak that 2 +2 = 5.

“Yes, there’s definitely something to Dr. Marmalade Montague’s assertion that an alchemical mingling of Voldemort and Baphomet is unfolding along with a universe of chaos,” Renfield thought, “Voldemort is back, united with Baphomet and he seems to have the entire student population of Hogwart’s on his side.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday June 10th
2020.


Mirabella Francesca Franconia: Renfield R. Renfield’s Executive Assistant on the lookout for disciples of an alchemically mingled Voldemort and Baphomet

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A Demon Virus and The Resulting Fiery Winds of Change

April 17, 2020 at 10:35 pm (Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, News, Politics, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

A Demon Virus and The Resulting Fiery Winds of Change 

The ghosts of Abraham Lincoln and Confederate General Robert E. Lee (once old enemies in their mortal lives) sat on the steps of the U. S. Capitol.

“And so it begins again,” Lee and Lincoln remarked sadly both at the same time.

In the Oval Office, Donald Trump was firing off Twitter tweets LIBERATE MINNESOTA, LIBERATE MICHIGAN and LIBERATE VIRGINIA with the same level of enthusiasm as the forces of Confederate General P.G.T. Beauregard fired on Fort Sumter on April 12th 1861.

Washington state’s Governor Jay Inslee accused Donald Trump of “fomenting domestic rebellion and spreading lies”.

The spectral ghostly figure of an 8 foot tall giant mammalian bat with the head of a Thanatotheristes (the name meant Reaper of Death in Greek and referred to a new species of T-Rex that had been discovered in the Western Canadian province of Alberta in 2010) who was the demon of the Covid-19 Coronavirus strolled down the streets of Washington DC.

Remarked Lincoln with more than a hint of that melancholy that had affected him his entire mortal life, “What God and my earthly work has joined together, a virus will now put asunder.”

. . .

“So you think a 2nd American Civil War is coming?” Amadeus Emanon asked his friend British MP Renfield R. Renfield via Skype.

“It looks like it,” said Renfield, “and the lines this time around will be blurry and not distinct. In the original civil war you could tell who was who by the uniform they were wearing – blue or grey – and the flag they were flying – Union or Confederate. They say sickness can sometimes be the final straw that ends family relationships. And now a pandemic will end a national relationship. The political and ideological divide among Americans has been growing for decades and particularly accelerated in the last decade. This pandemic is just finally pushing that divide over the edge and beyond the point of no return.”

“So, what is basically going on?” Amadeus ate a potato chip.

“You’ve got Donald Trump who thinks of himself more as a Caesar and a Roman Emperor than a President. You’ve got a whole bunch of Democratic Party state governors who are Menshevik or Antonio Gramscian cultural Marxists at their best or outright Bolsheviks at their worst. Many of them have been taking extra draconian measures in this pandemic particularly when it comes to persecuting people for their religious beliefs. One California county is even telling churches they’re not allowed to sing on their livestream services after they had already shut down their public worship services. A lot of U.S. Democrats show the same hostility towards belief in God as the old USSR did in days of old and as Xi Jinping’s Communist China does today. So a lot of Americans are fed up and have taken to the streets in protest. Trump as the new American Julius Caesar (who is not as intelligent as the old Roman Julius Caesar) is hoping to use his popularity with the plebs against the old elites (which was the same with the original Big Julius) to smash the Menshiviks and the Bolsheviks and make himself Emperor – something the original Big Julius failed to do and it was left to his nephew and adopted son Octavius to become Emperor as Caesar Augustus.”

“This whole thing could become quite the cataclysmic event then,” Amadeus noted.

“And the only real winner would be the current regime in Beijing,” Renfield reached for his home delivery Chinese food order that sat on plates in front of him.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher 
Friday April 17th
2020

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Leadership In Troubled Times: Light In Dark Ages

March 16, 2020 at 10:04 pm (Arts, Culture, Entertainment, Film, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Literature, love, magic, Movies, Music, music videos, Romance) ()

Leadership In Troubled Times: Light In Dark Ages

This was a photo montage music video I made back in 2009.

It is my personal favourite of all the photo montage music videos I made between 2008 and 2012 in those days when I still had a working desktop PC and was able to make them.

-Christopher

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