Orson Welles On The Orient Express

May 25, 2021 at 10:38 pm (Espionage, Film, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Espionage, International Intrigue, Movies, Spy Tales, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

The ghost of Orson Welles sat in a comfortable arm chair in the living room of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s colossal London mansion.

He was sipping a spectral glass of spectral red wine.

He was reflecting on a dream he had as a young mortal man where he was contemplating directing a spy film set on the Orient Express.

Agatha Christie had published a Hercule Poirot novel called Murder On The Orient Express back in 1934.

The spy film set aboard the Orient Express that Welles was planning to make would have been done 20 years before Sean Connery’s 1963 James Bond film From Russia With Love part of which was set aboard the Orient Express.

However Welles’ idea for the film was rejected by film studio heads.

When Welles had the dream that became the basis for the proposed film, he dreamed he was back in the mid-1930s.

Soviet Stalinist agents had stolen the Spear of Longinus (the spear said to have pierced the side of Christ as recorded in the New Testament) from the Hofburg Palace Museum in Vienna, Austria.

They were now riding the Orient Express to Istanbul where they would then board a ship from Istanbul to Odessa.

And then from Odessa the Soviet Stalinist agents would head to Moscow and then to Stalin.

However Nazi spies were also on the trail of the Soviet agents as Hitler too desired to possess the Spear of Longinus for world conquest.

Britain and France had likewise sent their best agents to recapture the Spear of Longinus.

Welles played the British agent Sir Cyril Bellerophon.

He was to rendezvous with France’s top agent aboard the Orient Express.

All Welles’ Bellerophon knew was that the French agent’s initials were ML.

As Welles’ character of Sir Cyril Bellerophon sat in the empty dining car (as it was currently neither breakfast, lunch or dinnertime aboard the train), a beautiful woman entered the Orient Express dining car and approached him.

She walked up to Welles’ Bellerophon and said, “Bonjour Monsieur. Je suis Monique Labelle.”

Welles bowed and said, “Bonjour Mademoiselle. Je suis Sir Cyril Bellerophon.”

It had occurred to Welles that Monique LaBelle (whose intials were ML) was the French agent.

That turned out to be the case.

Welles thought it was a shame he woke up from the dream and had no idea how the whole scenario would end.

Still he had a chance to kiss Monique Labelle before he woke up.

And that Welles’ ghost reflected as he lit himself a spectral cigar was the important thing.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday May 25th
2021

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The Kraken Removed From French National Assembly

May 13, 2021 at 10:36 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Politics, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Amadeus Emanon was attending Ascension Thursday evening services at Saint Genevieve’s Anglo-Catholic Parish Church in West London of which he was a member.

During the sermon, Father Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds said, “Ascension Thursday is the commemoration of Our Lord Jesus Christ’s ascent into Heaven 40 days after His Resurrection.
This year Ascension Thursday falls on the date May 13th.
May 13th is also the Feast Day of Our Lady of Fatima. It was 104 years ago today that the Virgin Mary first appeared to 3 shepherd children at Fatima, Portugal.
May 13th on the old Roman calendar (prior to Pope Paul VI’s Novus Ordo calendar changes of 1969) was also the Feast Day of Saint Robert Bellarmine. Saint Robert Bellarmine was the Doctor of the Church who argued that if a pope has become both a heretic and an apostate, then he ceases to be Catholic and thus ceases to be Pope.
This particular May 13th- May 13th 2021- is the 40th anniversary of the day Turkish gunman and assasin Mehmet Ali Agca made an assassination attempt on Pope John Paul II in Saint Peter’s Square.”

. . .

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was being interviewed by a BBC television news interviewer.

He was asked, “What do you think of the announcement made by the U.S. Commanding General of the 101st Airborne Division at Fort Campbell, J.P. McGee, that unvaccinated soldiers cannot take a pass or leave the base?”.

Answered Renfield, “I think Gen McGee is a Neo-Bolshevik Communist who should be court martialed and then taken out and shot by firing squad.”

. . .

Today the French National Assembly voted 205 to 85 in favour of a national vaccine passport.

A commotion was caused in the chamber when the Kraken named Napoleon VI and the leader of the French Aquarian Age Bonapartist Party began shouting, “This is tyranny! This is despotism! This is the opening prelude to the Antichrist’s Mark of the Beast system! Emmanuel Macron must be overthrown! Send that megalomaniacal harasser and pursuer of cougars to the guillotine! And save France from tyranny and despotism!”.

Pro-totalitarian and pro-Antichrist deputies grabbed ahold of the Kraken’s eight arms and forcibly removed him from the chamber.

His wife Medusa (and a fellow French Aquarian Age Bonapartist party deputy) was likewise removed from the chamber shouting, “I wish I still had my snakey hairstyle! I’d turn you all to stone.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday May 13th
2021.

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Andrea Angelicus and The Mega-Investor

May 11, 2021 at 10:24 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Andrea Angelicus

Andrea Angelicus (the woman they call the Phoenix Woman) was flying on a luxury private jet owned by one of the world’s wealthiest mega-investors.

“An excellent cocktail,” Andrea said as she sipped it.

“I call it the Scarlet Pimpernel,” said the mega-investor.

“Scarlet Pimpernel?” Andrea smiled at him, “You strike me as being more like Citizen Chauvelin rather than the Scarlet Pimpernel.”

“Are you saying that I’m a villain?” The mega-investor inquired.

“You said it,” Andrea put her drink down on the table, “I didn’t.”

The mega-investor was one of the big wigs behind the annual Davos Summit and a promoter of the Great Reset.

He also financed various Neo-Trotskyite revolutions around the globe.

He would bring about that global Soviet Union that Trotsky failed to produce because Trotsky was pushed out by Josef Stalin in becoming the master of the Russian based Soviet Union.

“I’m awaiting a phone call,” the mega-investor finished his own Scarlet Pimpernel, “An acquaintance of mine is stealing information that is necessary for my next chess move.”

Andrea returned to their own chess game aboard the plane.

As the mega-investor moved his white bishop, Andrea moved her black queen and took his king.

“Checkmate,” she smiled.

The mega-investor’s phone rang.

“What?” The mega-investor was shocked, “He’s dead?”.

The mega-investor put his phone back in his pocket.

Looking at Andrea, the mega-investor said, “My acquaintance was killed trying to steal that information I needed.”

“How disappointing,” Andrea finshed her Scarlet Pimpernel cocktail.

She then vanished.

. . .

A T-Rex ET was going through the files in the filing cabinets at Set Enterprises.

The London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set insisted on keeping paper files of everything just on the off chance the world’s computers might someday be hit by an EMP (electromagnetic pulse) and all computerized electronic records were lost.

As the T-Rex ET went through the files, Extremely Curious George (the stegosaurus genetically created by Set Enterprises’ chief scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher) entered the room and noticed the evil looking creature.

Approaching stealthily, George used his spiked tail to strike the T-Rex ET in the area of his heart.

The T-Rex ET fell over dead.

And a mega-investor had lost one of his acquaintances.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday May 11th
2021.

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The Search

May 9, 2021 at 10:49 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Amadeus Emanon had brought his parish priest Rev. Father Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds to brunch with him after the church service.

Renfield greeted Father Bury Saint Edmunds, “How’s it going, Father?”.

“Fine, thank you, Mr. Renfield,” Father Bury Saint Edmunds answered the British MP.

“So how’s everything on the ecclesiastical front?” Renfield inquired.

“Well, early last week Pope Francis made a peculiar statement,” the priest replied, “He said salvation and redemption aren’t granted to people individually but only collectively as members of a group.”

“Sounds like Communism to me,” Renfield remarked.

“It does to me as well,” the priest agreed.

. . .

And at their brunch the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set and the vampire Lord Tweedsmuir were likewise discussing Communism with relation to Bill Gates and the CCP (Chinese Communist Party).

“So I hear after 27 years of marriage Bill Gates is finally divorcing his wife Melinda,” Lord Tweedsmuir sipped his whiskey, “Their divorce being announced on Twitter.”

“Yes, Bill Gates must have recently got the proper optical prescription for his glasses and after putting them on, he finally noticed that Melinda looks like a man in drag,” Set added soda to his own glass of whiskey, “so the marriage is now over.”

“So the courts will now decide who gets which half of the world between them?” Tweedsmuir helped himself to a sandwich.

“Undoubtedly,” Set nodded.

“You said to me over the phone earlier that the Set Enterprises Intelligence Unit has uncovered information about Bill Gates, Communism and the CCP?” Lord Tweedsmuir put down his glass of whiskey.

“Yes, Bill Gates has visited the People’s Republic of China more than a dozen times since his retirement from Microsoft in 2008,” Set pointed out.

“Maybe he has a Chinese mistress?” Lord Tweedsmuir suggested.

“It turns out he does,” Set answered, “a Miss Shelly Wang. Who served as his translator on his many visits to China. Interestingly Bill took Melinda along on his trips to Africa but not his trips to China. There are rumours that Shelly Wang gave birth to Bill Gates’ child. Another reason Bill and Melinda may have split up.”

“That would definitely do it all right,” Lord Tweedsmuir nodded.

“Anyways Gates has made several interesting statements during his visits to China,” Set went on, “One of them was “Only socialism can save the climate”. And by socialism, I don’t think he meant old time Scandinavian social democracy.”

“But rather Marxist-Leninist socialism of the CCP variety?” Tweedsmuir raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” Set nodded, “Then he added, “Capitalism cannot save the planet.” In that respect he sounds like an old time Marxist-Leninist.”

“Or Pope Francis,” Tweedsmuir commented.

“Exactly,” Set agreed, “He has also said “Paranoia about China is crazy”. Yes, no need to be paranoid about a country that spies on its own citizens. Gates is one capitalist billionaire who seems to be quite enamoured with the Chinese Communist system. In the same way that billionaire Armand Hammer the CEO of Occidental Petroleum used to be quite enamoured with the Soviet system of the old Soviet Union. Armand Hammer used to appear on American TV talk shows such as The Merv Griffin Show back in the 1970s and ’80s and tell audiences what a wonderful and kind chap Lenin was. Now Gates is doing the same thing in singing the praises of the People’s Republic of China.”

“A Communist billionaire,” Tweedsmuir shook his head, “I really didn’t think there could be such a thing.”

Set went on, “The Set Enterprises Intelligence Unit has also discovered that in China’s national textbooks studied by all Chinese students, Bill Gates is referred to as “a Western person who is a Communist driver with Communist spirit”. So you’ve got the CCP calling Bill Gates a good Communist.”

“I take it the mainstream media in North America is unaware of what’s written about Bill Gates in Chinese national textbooks,” Tweedsmuir put down his empty glass.

“The mainstream media in North America have a hard time reading and comprehending English language textbooks so one can only imagine the titanically colossal struggle they’d face in reading Chinese language textbooks,” Set noted, “For they are far far longer than a CONFUCIUS SAY message in a Chinese restaurant fortune cookie.”

. . .

The Greek goddess Athena was checking out the books in the living room of Dracul Van Helsing’s apartment.

“Is there any particular book you’re looking for?” Dracul Van Helsing asked as he brought in the home delivery order from Lydo’s Chinese Food.

“Claudius’ History of the Etruscans,” Athena answered.

“You must have heard about my visit this past Friday to an English country garden adjacent to an English country manor’s library and living room,” Van Helsing smiled.

“I did,” Athena nodded, “And those creatures Napoleon sketched whose sketches the French Emperor put in the last pages of that book.”

“What about them?” Van Helsing asked.

“Where do you think Bill Gates got his ideas on what to put in his next vaccine?” Athena asked.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday May 9th 2021.

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Sophia On One Fine Day In 1955

May 4, 2021 at 10:50 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )


Sophia the Gnostic Greco-Egyptian goddess of wisdom
Currently lived in Italy
On this date in 1955.

It was a tantalizingly hot day
Steamy, sultry, humid.
Her maid approached her,
“Dr. Carl Gustav Jung is here to see you.”

“The famous Swiss psychoanalyst?”
Sophia wiped her brow
As her maid wrung Sophia’s sweat out of her dress
The heat was suffocating.

“What does Jung want?”
Sophia asked.
“He wants to see your son,”
Her maid answered.
“Yaldabaoth?”
Sophia looked at her maid
Through drips of persperation.

“Yes, he wants to meet the Demi-urge
who created the material physical universe,”
Her maid smiled at Sophia.

“But that’s only what I told people,”
Sophia doused her head into a nearby spring
To wipe away the sweat and perspiration,
“He’s actually an Irish leprechaun
with a serious drinking problem.”

“Well, I guess Dr. Jung is going to find that out for himself,”
Her maid sighed,
“He’s up at the house.”

“My God, no,”
Sophia went running back to her estate in Tuscany.
“What god would that be?”
Her maid asked.
“Ultimately the Unknown God of The Greeks
whose altar bears an inscription in Athens.”

Sophia went back to her house
And opened the door.
There lay her son Yaldabaoth on the floor
Buried under a mass of bottles
of Jameson Irish Whiskey.
He was busy singing,
“Roll out the barrel,
We’ll have a barrel of fun,
Roll out the barrel,
We’ve got the blues on the run…”

“This is he who created the material physical universe?”
Dr. Carl Gustav Jung raised an eyebrow in Sophia’s direction.
“Well… uh…” Sophia was at a loss for words.
“When I look at the state of the world, I tend to believe it,”
Dr. Jung wiped his glasses, rose and left.

“Just wait until you see the world in 2020 and 2021,”
Yaldabaoth called out after Dr. Jung.
“Or so a time travelling gypsy tells me.”

“This is awful,” Sophia looked out the window
As Carl Gustav Jung was driven away in a waiting limo.

“What’s awful is there’s no Jameson left,”
Yaldabaoth looked inside the closet.

“Awful,” Sophia wiped her brow.

Her maid walked up the path
As Dr. Jung’s limo drove by.

Her maid wondered, “Will the doctor see that UFO hovering over the stream?”

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday May 4th
2021.

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Athena and The Kaiser

May 3, 2021 at 10:27 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

The year was 1899.
The Kaiser Wilhelm II entered the storage area of the German Imperial Palace in Berlin.
He expected to see an old table that had once been in the Temple of Diana in Ephesus.
It was there.
He expected to see old ceramic pots that had once been sitting in the Temple of Apollo at Delphi to be sitting on the table.
They were there.
He expected to see a chandelier that had once hung in the Palais Garnier Opera House in Paris that had been left unmolested by Erik the Phantom of The Opera to be there.
It was there.
What he hadn’t expected to see was Athena the Greek goddess of wisdom sitting there on the table.

“Athena?” Said the Kaiser.

“You recognize me?” The Greek goddess of wisdom smiled.

“I have a bust of your head in my study,” the Kaiser answered, “In the middle of every bleak December, a raven comes in the room and sits on it crying “Nevermore”. Damn peculiar as my uncle Eddy the Prince of Wales would put it.”

Athena opened her purse and handed him some sketches.

Kaiser Wilhelm looked at the sketches, “These are dinosaurs of some sort aren’t they?”.

“They’re called Tyrannosaurus Rex to be exact,” Athena nodded.

“What is this saucer shaped craft they’re crawling out of?” Wilhelm inquired.

“It is the vehicle they use to fly across space above the Earth,” Athena answered.

“I see,” said Wilhelm, “Why show me these?”.

“Someday these creatures may come to you and offer to produce poison and chemical gases for you that could be used in war. Refuse their offer,” Athena instructed.

“What sort of war might happen that I would even think of using such a weapon?” The Kaiser asked.

He looked up.

Athena had disappeared.

The Kaiser shrugged and took the sketches with him.

He went up to his study and put them under his bust of Pallas Athena.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday May 3rd 2021.

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Dr. Faustus Imhotep and The T-Rex ETs

May 1, 2021 at 10:09 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Science-Fiction, Sorcery, Technology, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )

Dr. Faustus Imhotep the head of DARPA was playing a game of chess via computer with a Russian chess grandmaster.

His smart phone rang.

“Dr. Imhotep,” the voice at the other end said, “Last night a group of T-Rex ETs landed in an extraterrestrial craft and stole a bunch of strategic missiles from the Air Force base at Cheyenne, Wyoming.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Dr. Imhotep pondered his next chess mood, “Shouldn’t you be telling all this to the President of the United States?”.

“Yes, but his aide told us that he’s fallen and he can’t get up,” the voice at the other end pointed out.

“What about informing Vice-President Kamala Harris?” Dr. Imhotep was anxious to make his next chess move, “Surely she can do something about it.

“But Vice-President Harris thinks that the strategic missiles are phallus shaped,” coughed the voice at the other end, “and thinks as such they’re sexist weapons. She wants nothing to do with them.”

“Well I guess Xi and Putin should have no trouble getting America to give up its nuclear missiles should Kamala Harris become President,” Dr. Faustus Imhotep reasoned aloud.

“We did try contacting heads of various government departments and government agencies as well as Senators and Congresspeople who sit on Defense and Intelligence Committees but all of them are attending parties of drunken debauchery or sex orgies this being a Saturday night and so are unavailable,” sighed the voice at the other end, “We knew the only one available on a Saturday night would be you playing chess with someone.”

Dr. Faustus Imhotep sighed.

This is what he got for being a chess playing nerd.

“All right,” Dr. Imhotep agreed, “I’ll send my best agent to look into the matter.”

He buzzed the intercom on his desk.

“Send in Jefferey,” Dr. Imhotep directed.

Minutes later an otter carrying a bottle of Otterbury Beer under one of his flippers entered Dr. Faustus Imhotep’s office.

. . .

French President Emmanuel Macron was strolling up and down the French Presidential Palace.

He was worried due to the fact that 10,000 French military forces members led by 40 officers had signed a petition expressing their concern that Macron’s policies were leading to the destruction of France.

Macron was wondering if a military coup d’etat might be carried out against him.

He looked out the window and noticed a Kraken carrying a machine gun had parachuted out of a French Air Force plane.

Macron gulped.

. . .

It was May 1956.

And Carson Cody Albion had been hired by a Hollywood producer to purchase a group of sketches.

Albion thought that possibly the sketches might be of the Hollywood producer in compromising sexual encounters.

He was to meet a Fraulein Immergrun in the parking lot of a beachside cocktail lounge to purchase the sketches.

Albion was to tell Fraulein Immergrun that he was the member of a government agency named Project Bluebook and then hand the envelope with cash inside (that the Hollywood producer had given to him) to the fraulein.

Albion wondered about the background of this Fraulein Immergrun.

He had found out that there had been a Nazi spy named Fraulein Immergrun.

There were rumours that she had poisoned Britain’s most famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes in the spring of 1939 causing his death.

After the war Fraulein Immergrun had seemingly vanished.

Although there were other rumours that she was the test subject for what was dubbed a Nazi immortality cocktail that was being experimented with in the spring of 1945.

Albion drove into the beachside cocktail lounge parking lot and approached the woman he thought was Fraulein Immergrun.

He handed her the envelope with cash inside.

She opened the envelope and counted the cash.

She then handed him the large manila envelope with sketches inside.

The envelope was to remain unopened.

Delivered intact to the Hollywood producer.

As Albion got back into his car, his curiosity got the best of him.

He opened the envelope.

He was expecting to see sketches of the Hollywood producer in compromising sexual positions.

Instead he saw sketches of a group of alien T-Rex ETs emerging out of a UFO flying saucer.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday May 1st
2021.

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Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka Mourns A Friend

April 28, 2021 at 10:31 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mystery, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )

The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka mourns the passing of a friend.

It was April 28th 1939.

And the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka was visiting a sick friend who had a bee farm in the South Downs of Sussex.

“I must confess I have been poisoned,” said her friend as he lay in bed, “Really quite stupid of me. I have made a study of poisons all my life. And I really should have noticed the deadly combination of bee venom, cobra venom and tarantula venom that was put in my honey that I then put in my tea. I can’t believe I’ve been so positively sloppy in my methods of observation.”

“Who poisoned you?” Tanaka asked.

“It was Fraulein Immergrun the waitress down at the village pub,” her friend answered, “I really should have become suspicious when she returned a bucket of my own honey to me as a gift. And I should have been even more suspicious when I discovered that the honey was a different colour from the honey I raised with my bees.”

“Your mind was no doubt on other things,” Tanaka spoke in an accusing voice.

“What do you mean by that?” Her friend inquired.

“Let’s just say that Fraulein Immergrun is no doubt very popular at the Munich Oktoberfest in Bavaria,” Tanaka answered in firm fashion, “As she carries quite a lovely big pair of jugs.”

“I get the feeling you’re not talking about beer,” her friend remarked in a somewhat flushed state.

“It doesn’t take a detective to see what she’s got,” Tanaka stated matter of factly.

“I suppose not,” her friend agreed.

“Do you want me to call your sister?” Tanaka asked.

“I suppose,” her friend bit his lip, “No use calling my brother as he has been dead these seven years.”

Tanaka used the phone in the next room and called the sister.

“What did she have to say?” Her friend inquired.

“She says she’s going to come down here and whip you back to life again,” Tanaka answered.

“Spoken like a true professional dominatrix,” her friend started drumming the fingers of his left hand on the lamp table next to him.

“She is that,” Tanaka acknowledged, “and she looks so young.”

“Yes,” her friend agreed, “She doesn’t look a day over 30 and yet she’s the same age as me- 85. She being my twin sister. She had told me once that she had once eaten a specially prepared meal of Lingzhi supernatural mushrooms that had made her immortal. I didn’t believe her at the time. But now over 40 years later, it’s the only explanation that makes any sense. Unless she’s got a Dorian Gray like portrait painting of herself hanging in a room somewhere.”

“Why did Fraulein Immergrun poison you?” Tanaka asked.

“Because she’s working for the Nazis and Der Fuhrer,” her friend lay his head back on his pillow, “Something that I sadly have only deduced while I lay here dying.”

“Why do Hitler and the Nazis want you dead?” Tanaka wiped her friend’s brow with a wet face cloth.

“A couple of years ago that Member of Parliament Winston Churchill hired me to research the Nazis and asked me what conclusions I’d come to on what their global agenda is,” her friend coughed, “All my research papers on the topic are in that drawer over there. I imagine I’ve reached the same conclusion on their geopolitical agenda as our friend Winnie has. What Churchill probably isn’t aware of is their merger of Science and Sorcery, of Technology and the Occult. For most of my professional life, I didn’t really believe in sorcery, magic or the occult. But now having researched Nazism not only in its political but also its mystical aspects, the Nazis seem to be in contact with let’s just say… very dark powers.”

“Really?” Tanaka looked penetratingly at her friend.

“I just thought of something else at the moment,” her friend noted.

“What?” Tanaka asked.

“A really overwhelmingly compelling argument for the existence of God,” her friend spoke in hushed tones.

“What is it?” Tanaka asked.

At that moment, her friend died.

And Sherlock Holmes, once of #221 B Baker Street London, took his overwhelmingly compelling argument for the existence of God to the grave with him.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday, April 28th
2021

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Of Castros and Other Despots

April 17, 2021 at 10:58 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Spy Tales, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

It was 60 years ago today that the American CIA’s poorly planned and thoroughly botched Bay of Pigs invasion of Cuba took place.

The plan was to drive the Castro Communist government of Cuba out of power.

The Communists are still in power in Cuba today.

And today the American CIA itself (along with the rest of the American Deep State) is now crawling from top to bottom with Neo-Bolshevik Communist ideologues.

Raul Castro the former President of Cuba (and successor to Fidel Castro) used the 60th anniversary of the Bay of Pigs invasion to announce his resignation as leader of Cuba’s Communist Party today.

-Renfield R. Renfield British MP doing his Saturday night podcast from Lord Horatio Nelson’s column atop London’s Trafalgar Square.

. . .

The Bay of Pigs invasion is not the only anniversary to be noted on this April 17th 2021.

It was 39 years ago today on April 17th 1982 that Her Majesty Elizabeth II in her role as Queen of the Dominion of Canada signed into law in Ottawa the new Canadian Constitution that included the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms.

Today if you click on the link to the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms at the Government of Canada website, a message pops up that the link to this page you’re looking for is now broken.

Truer words have never been spoken.

Last night Ontario Premier (and for all intensive purposes absolute Fascist dictator) Doug Ford the leader of Canada’s largest province announced the most draconian lockdown measures ever.

Police would be allowed to arbitrarily stop any pedestrian walking the streets or any person driving a vehicle and ask them for their ID papers with home address as well as an explanation of why they’ve left their homes.

Roadblocks and checkpoints had also been set up on Ontario’s borders with the provinces of Manitoba and Quebec to turn back any person deemed unfit to enter the province.

After making the announcement the words I AM AN APOSTLE OF THE ANTICHRIST suddenly appeared written in black and red felt ink on Doug Ford’s forehead and a Lake Ontario Beach Rubbish Cream Pie was thrown in his face by an invisible entity (identified as a 6 foot 8 tall purple coloured bunny rabbit with big pink floppety ears according to a Harvey Wallbanger drinking bystander).

Today Ford announced he was dropping giving police the powers to arbitrarily ask someone for their ID papers and home address and an explanation of why they were outside their homes after an outcry from Ontario’s civil libertarian leaders (of which there were not too many in the Ontario of the Great Reset).

However Ford did offer a caveat “unless police suspected the person might possibly be attending a mass social gathering”.

Given the Nazi Gestapo like mentality or Neo-Bolshevik Communist secret police like mentality of many police officers in Canada (to say nothing of the rest of the Western world), that caveat would be enough to give any power hungry corrupt cop (of which there are far too many in Canada and the Western world) the legal cover he needed to persecute and harass somebody he didn’t like the look of or just didn’t like for whatever reason.

-Renfield R. Renfield British MP broadcasting from above the Canadian High Commission in London, England.

. . .

Prince Philip’s funeral was held at St. George’s Chapel at Windsor Castle today.

As the day gave way to night, the London-based ancient Egyptian vampire Set stood on the grounds of Windsor Castle and paid his respects from a distance.

Set had met the Duke of Edinburgh on a few occasions.

Meanwhile far off in the Canadian province of Alberta, a trio of deities were having a bit of fun.

Thor, Loki and a robotic falcon possessed by the spirit of the Egyptian god Horus had kidnapped a statue of a white unicorn from the small village of Delia, Alberta.

For the past two years, Morgan the Mystical Unicorn had stood in front of an arts and crafts shop in the small village of 215 people.

Then a couple of nights ago, the white unicorn (made of stainless steel) had been stolen.

Today it had been found in a farmer’s field not far from the village.

Its horn had been hammered off and then fitted upside down into the horse’s head.

A cruel thing to do to a statue of a unicorn.

A woman named Delia (she was in fact the Greek goddess Artemis whose epithet Delia meant “Woman born on the island of Delos”) was sure that the three deities’ abduction and smashing and inverting of the horn inside the head of Morgan the Magical Mystical Unicorn was directed at her.

In the form of a message.

A message directed against her.

And somehow connected with the funeral of Philip (since Philip had also been the name of the father of the Macedonian Greek king Alexander the Great).

And the unicorn (along with the lion) had been longstanding symbols of the British monarchy to be found on their coat of arms.

And somehow this tied in with “the little horn of the Book of Daniel” (Daniel Chapter 8 which was seen as a prototype of the Antichrist).

Already Peter Whitstable the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol was using an Oxford cryptographer to deciper the message the whole Morgan the Mystical Unicorn abduction from the village of Delia and the horn smashing and inversion intended to convey.

The Greek goddess Artemis: Whose epithet is Delia.

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Renfield Encounters Nazi Gestapo Canadian Police At Grace Life Church In Spruce Grove Alberta

April 14, 2021 at 10:45 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Espionage, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

British MP Renfield R. Renfield flew across the Pacific Ocean from Xi Jinping’s Communist China to Justin Trudeau’s Communist Canada in the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s invisible dirigible airship The Claude Rains and Lamont Cranston Project One.

He’d be making a few stops in North America before heading out across the Atlantic back to Boris Johnson’s increasingly zombie nosferatu Britain.

His first stop was at the Grace Life Church in Spruce Grove, Alberta, Canada which last week was raided and closed by Nazi Gestapo members of the RCMP who put up a fence around the building and property blocking access to the pastors and congregation.

When last Sunday supporters of Grace Life Church and supporters of religious liberty and freedom to worship gathered outside the fenced enclave, a task force made up of 200 armed and psycho stormtroopers of a Nazi Gestapo joint unit of RCMP and Edmonton Police Service entered the premises.

The head of the task force was codenamed Himmler Zimmer.

Which was all right as far as he was concerned.

Since he was a big fan of Nazi SS head Heinrich Himmler.

Just as the Church in 1933-45 Germany was required to worship Der Fuhrer Adolf Hitler in precedence over Jesus Christ, so the Church in 2020-2021 Canada and possibly into the Great Reset beyond was required to worship the Holy, Blessed and Eternal Covid-19 virus in precedence over Jesus Christ.

Churches and congregations who refused were to be crushed with the full armed might of the state with their pastors jailed and congregational members persecuted.

Himmler Zimmer went and relieved himself at what was the former altar of the now closed church.

When he returned to his office (formerly the pastor’s office) he was shocked to see a stranger sitting at his desk (formerly the pastor’s desk).

“Who the Hell are you?” Himmler Zimmer demanded to know.

The stranger kicked Zimmer in the balls and answered, “The name is Renfield. Renfield R. … Renfield.”

Zimmer got up off the floor rubbing his small testicles and said, “Aren’t you that British MP who’s the epitome of political incorrectness?”.

“I am,” Renfield nodded and helped himself to Himmler Zimmer’s last 3 dozen Tim Horton’s donuts from a box of 3 dozen Tim Horton’s donuts.

Himmler Zimmer’s cloudy expression clouded over even more when he saw his donuts being eaten.

“How did the Hell did you manage to enter these premises without being seen?” Zimmer demanded to know.

“I flew over and entered in an invisible dirigible airship,” Renfield poured a dozen creams and a dozen cartons of sugar into Himmler Zimmer’s large pot of coffee and drank it all.

Himmler Zimmer’s increasingly cloudy expression clouded over even more when he saw his entire pot of coffee drunken.

“Well, you’ll have a lot of trouble leaving,” Zimmer grinned fiendishly.

“I think not,” Renfield licked all the icing off his donut laced fingers leaving a raised middle finger in Himmler Zimmer’s direction, “I have my personal British Army Brigade of Gurkhas with me. They move so swiftly and so stealthily, one would almost think them invisible.”

“I find that very hard to believe,” Zimmer laughed.

He suddenly gasped.

For within seconds, he found that his pants had been pulled down and he was now wearing women’s panties.

A police sargeant entered his office and saluted, “Commander Zimmer. All of the members of this Nazi Gestapo Police Task Force have had their pants pulled down and have now ended up wearing women’s panties.”

The phone on the desk rang.

Renfield handed him the receiver.

“I imagine it’s probably for you,” Renfield began eating a BLT sandwich.

“Yes Cpl. Dan-o, what is it?” Zimmer asked.

“Commander Zimmer,” Cpl. Dan-o’s panicked voice could be heard, “All of the bull dyke lesbian blowhard members of this Nazi Gestapo Task Force have suddenly found themselves wearing women’s panties. They’re wondering if this is intended as a personal insult against the members of the LGBTQ2s+ (and further letters and numbers and signs and counting coming soon to a bastion of annoying political correctness near you) community. They’re already bellowing and mooing their anger in the background.”

Sounds of angry bellowing and mooing could be heard in the background.

“Boxer shorts them, Dan-o,” Himmler Zimmer ordered and slammed the phone down.

He looked at his chair (formerly the pastor’s chair).

He noticed that Renfield was missing.

And so was his last BLT sandwich.

An invisible airship dirigible was now headed towards the Alberta-Saskatchewan border.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday April 14th
2021

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