Ulysses, The World Communists’ Trojan Horse and Tom Cruise’s Comeuppance
“It is an ironic masterstroke of history that a man with the heart and soul of a Ku Klux Klansman (let’s call him Joe Biden) would be used by the Communists as a trojan horse to seize control of the U.S. Presidency.”
-Renfield R. Renfield British MP
In the Elysian Fields, Ulysses the Greek hero king of Ithaca was complaining to King Agamemnon of Mycenae (who was busy lying on a couch as he was getting counselling from the ghost of Sigmund Freud over his relationships with his children Electra and Orestes), “I knew the Trojan Horse. I was friends with the Trojan Horse. Hell, I built the bloody Trojan Horse. Joe Biden is one fucked up Trojan Horse.”
At the request of Ulysses’ patron and muse Athena the Greek goddess of wisdom, Ulysses was dispensationally released from the Underworld by Hades and Persephone to do battle with the KKK heart and soul Trojan Horse of the Great Reset World Communist Party.
Penelope the Queen of Ithaca awaits the return of her husband Ulysses
. . .
After losing a snowball fight to British MP Renfield R. Renfield, British Prime Minister Boris Johnson had agreed to relax lockdown restrictions in the UK over Christmas.
Up to 3 households could meet over Christmas for a social gathering.
The lockdown restriction loosenings had been met with outrage by the Neo-Stalinist and Neo-Maoist health authorities and “experts”.
As they gathered to protest the easing restrictions, a 6 foot 8 tall invisible bunny rabbit with big pink floppety ears and a group of small snowclad garden gnome lawn ornaments carrying cream pies launched those dessert missiles into the faces of the Communist constipated looking health authorities and “experts”.
“That bunny rabbit and those gnomes weren’t wearing masks or practicing social distancing,” a Harvey Wallbanger drinking health “expert” remarked.
. . .
“You’re not wearing masks or practicing social distancing,” an irate actor Tom Cruise beat up up his film’s camera crew and some movie extras on a London street.
British MP Renfield R. Renfield happened to be walking by when he noticed the commotion being caused by the abusive and profanity spewing Hollywood superstar nutjob.
Renfield went up to Cruise, grabbed him and drove his head through a wall rendering him unconscious.
Renfield continued walking down the street singing,
“Have yourself a Merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on
Our troubles will be out of sight…”
The incident was captured on camera.
Actress Nicole Kidman, watching news footage of it on television, gushed, “Who was that handsome man?”.
“I believe that’s your ex-husband,” her hairstylist replied.
“No, not that moron,” Nicole said, “The one who just drove his head through a wall.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday December 16th
2020.
The Third Man
“So,” Renfield remarked to his parliamentary colleague the Welsh vampiress Morgana Fay Lee, “I see someone has been hacking into the computers of the U.S. Treasury and Commerce departments. The SolarWinds Orion a computer network tool is being exploited by malicious actors. Various other government, technology and telecoms organizations all across the world have fallen victim to these malicious attacks since March of this year. Including Dominion Voting Machines. Although the mainstream Marxist media isn’t mentioning that since that might cast doubt on Joe Biden’s election. Some people think it was Russia responsible but it was most likely China.”
. . .
After a visit from his Masonic Lodge Grand Master, Kentucky Sen. Mitch McConnell recognized Joe Biden as U.S. President-elect and also urged people to take the mRNA vaccines for the Wuhan CCP virus.
Meanwhile in Russia, Russian President Vladimir Putin also recognized Joe Biden as U.S. President-elect even as he co-ordinated plans with Turkey and Iran for an attack on Israel.
. . .
It was the street in Vienna
where Orson Welles had walked
As Harry Lime
The Third Man
The streets were deserted
Covid-19
The Wuhan CCP Virus
Had decreed it so
It had turned health experts
Into Gulag camp overlords
It had turned politicians
Into Hitlers and Stalins and Maos
The people were locked in their homes
Wearing masks and social distancing
Christmas was to be forgotten
Like Scrooge when evil noted
Dracul Van Helsing stood alone
Facing a street of descending street lamps
And a moon that towered
Over the darkening smoke of chimney
A chimney like Mount Doom
That blew the smoke of Sauron
As in the land of Mordor
Where the shadows lie
Van Helsing walked the cobblestone streets
A zither then played the score
of Anton Karas’ theme music
On the night the music died.
-A vampire novel chapter
and poem
written by Christopher
Tuesday December 15th
2020.
Renfield Comes Across 1950s Sherrielock Shakespearian Erotic Film
World famous London dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes: Good with an axe as well as a paddle and a whip
British MP Renfield R. Renfield decided to take a break from fighting George Soros, Bill and Melinda Gates, World Economic Forum Chairman Karl Schwab, Pope Francis and the ongoing Neo-Bolshevik Revolution in the United States.
He fired off an email to British Prime Minister Boris Johnson who had just recognized Joe Biden as President-elect of the United States.
Solely on the basis that the AP Associated Press had declared so this past Saturday November 7th and numerous mainstream Marxist media outlets had followed suit.
Renfield’s email asked Boris Johnson, “How does it feel to be an idiot?”.
He then read an email from a friend of his who had sent him a link to a YouTube video.
The video was of a 1950s erotic film that had apparently starred world famous London dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes.
Sherrielock Holmes was the twin sister of world-famous London consulting detective Sherlock Holmes.
In the 1890s, she had become immortal after eating a particularly powerful Lingzhi Supernatural Mushroom.
Not looking a day over 30 (even though she was in her 40s when she ate the mushroom), she had married French scientist Dr. Louis Rocher (who it was later dscovered was in fact the illegitimate son of Prof. James Moriarty who was her brother Sherlock’s mortal enemy).
She and Louis Rocher had several children.
Louis Rocher, who served in the RAF during World War I, was shot down and killed by the Red Baron just the day before the Red Baron himself was shot down and killed by a couple of Canadian pilots.
One of Sherrielock’s descendants was her great-grandson Dr. Cadbury Rocher who was Set Enterprises’ chief scientist.
Having both Holmes and Moriarty blood in his veins, Dr. Cadbury Rocher often alternated between good and evil during his distinguished career as a mad scientist.
The film was called Shakespearian Sherrielock and was shot in black and white as of course were many movies back in the 1950s.
The film began with this scene:
Sherrielock was busy examining an axe as the estate’s chief servant Hemlock the Dwarf stood on the house stairs looking at her.
Hemlock the Dwarf: Thou lookest like thou art about to choppeth off someone’s head.
Sherrielock: Aye, Hemlock, I am.
Hemlock the Dwarf: I hear the Lady Anne Boleyn, late Queen of England, lost her fair head on this May fair morning.
Sherrielock: Aye, that she did. Her blood now soaketh the pavement of the Tower of London where no fair flowers bloometh.
Hemlock: Who art thou thinking of beheading this morning?
(The dwarf did ask as he approached her)
Sherrielock (raising her axe above the dwarf): The one who gave the hemlock to my favourite horse Socrates.
Hemlock (terrified): Mistress, thou knowest? Let me explain. It was only because thou didst love that horse more than me.
But Hemlock had run out of explanations for his head became separated from his neck by the cutting edge of Sherrielock’s axe and it did roll on to the floor.
Sherrielock (ringing a bell): Maid, come cleaneth up this mess.
Later that night, Sherrielock sat on her bed and waited for Hans Falstaffson the Courier to show up.
Hans Falstaffson the Courier (played by actor Orson Welles) shows up.
Renfield, enjoying the movie so far as he ate his popcorn, said, “Wow, I never knew Welles ever appeared in a 1950s erotic soft porn film.”
“Hans, thou art late,” Sherrielock admonished him.
“My lady, I do apologize,” Hans Falstaffson bowed.
Sherrielock: For thy errant tardiness, I must spank thee on the bare bottom with this sturdy paddle.
Falstaffson (bowing): Very well, my lady.
(Orson as Hans Falstaffson takes off all his clothes)
“Oh God,” Renfield shields his eyes, “I’ll never be able to get that image out of my mind.”
Sherrielock sits on the bed and straightens and smooths the skirt of her dress as Welles’ Falstaffson approaches and lies across her lap waiting to receive his punishment.
Welles who had chosen to use the Stanislavski method in the making of this film would undergo the same gruelling paddling on his backside as that of his character Hans Falstaffson the Courier.
Thus Welles’ and Falstaffson’s screams merged and echoed as one as the character/actor’s buttocks turned as crimson red as a lobster flambe or the ripest of all tomatoes while Sherrielock vigourously administered the spanking.
100 of the best.
100 of the worst.
It was the best of times.
It was the worst of times.
When the spanking was over, Sherrielock held Welles/Falstaffson’s head against her most ample and delightful bosom and comforted him.
Sherrielock (gently stroking his hair): Art thou happy that I spanked thee?
Welles/Falstaffson (nodding): Aye, my lady. My bottom stingeth like the scorpion in the noonday sun.
And as everybody knows who was on YouTube today, the system crashed at 7:13 PM U.S. Eastern Standard Time Wednesday November 11th 2020.
“Shit,” Renfield exclaimed as the video konked out at this most dramatic moment.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday November 11th
2020.
Carson Cody Albion En Route To The Los Angeles Civic Grand Opera
The year was 1948.
And Los Angeles Private Eye Carson Cody Albion had earned himself two tickets to the Los Angeles Civic Grand Opera.
The newly formed company would be mounting its first production – a performance of Verdi’s Rigoletto in a church hall in Beverly Hills.
The two tickets Albion had received were payment for a case in which Albion had tracked down a valuable stolen piece of furniture made by Hollywood furniture maker Francesco Pace.
Pace was the man who started the company and was its first director.
Albion accepted the tickets because he realized Pace was putting all his money into getting the opera company up and running.
It was fortunate for Pace that Albion was an opera lover.
Albion asked an up-and-coming young Hollywood actress Eva Roman if she would be his date for the evening.
Eva agreed.
They went for drinks before the opera at The Tropical Nights Lounge in Beverley Hills .
Actor Orson Welles came strolling through the door and strolled up to the couple.
“Carson, Eva,” Welles asked, “How are you doing?”.
“We’re off to see Verdi’s Rigoletto being performed by the new Los Angeles Civic Grand Opera Company,” Eva answered.
“Well,” Welles smiled, “Do beware of licentious Dukes of Mantua and hunch-backed court jesters when you’re attending the performance.”
“Will do,” Albion sipped his bourbon, “How about court jester’s daughters named Gilda?”.
Welles winced.
“I’m sorry, Orson,” Albion apologized, “I forgot Rita’s most popular performance was as Gilda.”
The Rita to whom Albion was referring was Rita Hayworth who was Orson’s ex-wife whom Welles had recently divorced.
Rita Hayworth had played Gilda in the 1946 film titled Gilda.
Gilda was also the name of the court jester’s daughter who gave up her life to save the Duke of Mantua (whom she loved) when she protected him from the assassin that her father Rigoletto had hired to kill him.
“It’s all right, Carson,” Welles took his usual glass of red wine from the Tropical Nights bartender, “I was an ass for spending more time in my thoughts and ideas for new movies than I was in giving my wife the attention she deserved. It was as my barber once said to me, genius can have its draw backs.”
Welles took his glass of wine and went and sat in a booth by himself.
“You know,” the bartender wiped the bar, “There but for the grace of God goes God.”
Albion did not smile or laugh.
It was a remark often said in Hollywood about Welles.
“The path of genius can be lonely at times,” Eva remarked.
“It can, indeed,” Albion looked over at Welles.
Albion looked at his watch as Eva put her stole over her shoulders.
The pair headed out to the performance of Rigoletto.
Welles continued to sit in the booth alone with his thoughts.
The bartender made a Shanghai Sling for a customer.
Welles watching could not help notice the irony of the drink being made.
“The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,” Welles thought.
He finished his wine, left his money on the table and left.
He walked past a movie theatre showing a poster of the film he and his ex-wife Rita had made together before their divorce The Lady From Shanghai.
The theatre ticket cashier looked at Welles as he walked by.
She thought to herself what others had thought, “There but for the grace of God goes God.”
-A short story written by Christopher
Wednesday October 7th 2020.
Pope Francis’ Fraternity: Brotherhood Never Leads To Motherhood While Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog Resurrects
A certain Calgary based geopolitical analyst’s father was invited to join several fraternities when he attended the University of Alberta.
He sat as an observer at a few fraternity initiation ceremonies.
He declined to join any.
However he was an occasional writer for the University of Alberta student newspaper The Gateway.
He submitted the following poem for the following year’s Fraternity Week which was published and caused a great uproar among campus fraternities.
The poem read:
Brotherhood, brotherhood, brotherhood
Never leads to motherhood
Fraternity, fraternity, fraternity
Never leads to paternity
Wilde was jailed for fraternity.
Today on Saturday October 3rd 2020 Pope Francis went to the Basilica of Saint Francis in Assisi and signed his latest encyclical Fratelli tutti before the tomb of Saint Francis of Assisi.
Behind Francis stood the ghosts of Jacques de Molay (the last Grand Master of the Knights-Templar), Adam Weishaupt (the founder of the Bavarian Illuminati) and the ghosts of Maximilien Robespierre and Louis Antoine Saint-Just (the French Revolutionary Jacobin fraternity leaders of the Reign of Terror) who applauded vigourously as Pope Francis signed the encyclical Fratelli tutti.
Following the signing of Fratelli tutti, the song Tutti Frutti was then sung by the ghost of Little Richard:
Tutti frutti, oh Rudy
Tutti frutti, oh Rudy…
Meanwhile in the basement of his home in Wilmington Delaware, senility prone Joe Biden was making the statement, “My friends and supporters, remember to vote early and vote often. In this manner, we can help defeat Donald Trump in November… ”
Set Enterprises’ Dr. Cadbury Rocher watched the statement on Livestream.
He then noticed it was deleted a few minutes later.
Probably by somebody other than Joe Biden.
Dr. Cadbury Rocher meanwhile was researching the background of the cute little bunny rabbit who played the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog in the 1975 British comedy film Monty Python and The Holy Grail.
Apparently the rabbit actor in the film was specially trained by an insane veterinarian Dr. Hannibal Dolittle on how to bite heads off people.
Thus the actors who played the knights in the Monty Python Holy Grail film actually died as a result of getting their heads bitten off by the cute adorable looking little bunny rabbit.
This saved the producers of the film the cost of having to pay the actors.
The sad part was that after his brief moment of film fame, the bunny rabbit who played the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog continued to go around biting the heads off people.
Hunters were brought in to try to hunt and kill the rabbit but all attempts failed.
Finally there was a grocery store manager named Elmer MacPherson who one day while stocking vegetables in the store’s produce section had a giant carrot fall on top of his head knocking him unconscious.
When he came to, he thought he was Elmer Fudd the famous hunter who hunted Bugs Bunny in the popular Warner Brothers Looney Tunes cartoon series.
He took his grandfather’s old hunting rifle and he told members of the assembled news media before going off on his hunting expedition for the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog, “I’m going to get that cwazy wabbit.”
And he did.
The Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog was then stuffed by a taxidermist and was then displayed in a British pub.
Accounts of the stuffed Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog’s pub location were lost to history.
Dr. Cadbury Rocher decided to send his beautiful and looking forever young literally immortal great-grandmother Sherrielock Holmes (the famous London dominatrix and twin sister of consulting detective Sherlock Holmes) and Set Enterprises Intelligence Unit Secret Agent Miranda Singh in search of the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog.
Then using a combination of 21st Century Transhumanist science and an ancient Egyptian spell from the ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead, he’d resurrect the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog and place inside the furry fluffy creature’s head the brains of the 12th Century Scottish Crusader knight Leonard MacDavid.
And thus he’d bring on to the world stage to battle the would be revived Ottoman Empire Sultan Recep Tayyip Erdogan… Leonard Constantinople the Belligerent Crusader Knight Rabbit.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday October 3rd
2020.
Dr. Marmalade Montague’s Dandelion Remedy While Dr. Cadbury Rocher Plans For A New Crusader
Dr. Marmalade Montague (who didn’t hold a Doctorate in anything) was Set Enterprises’ resident eccentric.
He drank Russian tea from a Russian samovar but didn’t add lemon and honey to it like the Russians did.
Instead he added lime and maple syrup.
Marmalade Montague had been a baker with his own bakery for most of his professional life.
However that bakery went belly up during the Covid-19 lockdown in Paris France this past spring.
Going insane, he fancied himself the court scientist to the court of King Louis Quatorze who had fallen into a time warp and was taken from the reign of the Sun King to this year of 2020.
Marmalade Montague believed that it was his purpose to find an antidote or vaccine for the Covid virus.
Flying from Paris to London in a balloon, Dr. Montague showed up at the door of Set Enterprises Laboratories where Set Enterprises’ chief scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher took pity on him and gave him a job with his own small office and even smaller laboratory to play in.
Now Dr. Montague had heard the news that Donald Trump along with First Lady Melania had tested positive for Covid-19 and the U.S. President had been flown by helicopter to the Walter Reed Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland.
Montague was currently working on a remedy for the virus using dandelions.
This new “scientific” approach was brought on by a dream he had where Oscar Wilde had met the Lion King and as Simba was wearing a pink dress and ballet slippers, Wilde had remarked, “Well, aren’t you the dandy lion?”.
Montague got on the phone to Walter Reed where he recommended to hospital authorities that Trump be injected with dandelion wine.
Later Montague had heard on the news that Trump was being given a dose of “experimental antibodies”.
Montague had text messaged Dr. Cadbury Rocher with this news wondering if the “experimental antibodies” being given Trump were his (the Dr. Marmalade Montague) recipe for a Covid remedy involving dandelion wine with a dash of borscht soup.
When Dr. Cadbury Rocher received the text message from Dr. Marmalade Montague, Dr. Rocher remarked to Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster, “I somehow very much doubt it.”
Dr. Rocher was sitting in the aquarium room alongside Michelangelo (who was playing the harp- a waterproof wooden harp with waterproof strings- in his lobster tank).
Rocher was working on a project of his own.
After long talks with British MP Renfield R. Renfield, Dr. Rocher had become convinced that Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan (the would be Sultan of a revived Ottoman Empire) was becoming an increasing danger to the world.
Over the past summer Erdogan had converted 10 Byzantine Orthodox Christian churches and monasteries in Turkey into Islamic mosques.
Now there was the war between Armenia and Azerbaijan that had erupted the past week.
Set Enterprises Intelligence Unit reports were showing that it was Erdogan who was clearly behind the conflict.
Armenian Prime Minister Nikol Pashinyan had told French newspaper Le Figaro today that it had evidence that Turkish Military Command is controlling Azerbaijan’s military operations in the disputed territory of Nagorno-Karabakh.
The Syrian Observatory For Human Rights had just issued a report saying that Turkey had now smuggled over 900 opposition fighters against Assad in Syria through Turkey into Azerbaijan to join the fight against the Armenians.
And now a group of Chaldean Catholic Bishops had also issued a report stating that Turkish military units were now attacking Christian villages in eastern Iraq.
Something would have to be done.
The billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s personal archaeologist Dr. Edgar Lovecraft Ashbury (who had in fact discovered Set’s tomb in Egypt in November 1918) had recently discovered the grave of a Scottish Crusader who had fought alongside Richard The Lion Hearted in the Third Crusade.
The Crusader Leonard MacDavid was found to have his brains still intact in his skull (a powerful indication that the Scottish Crusader had never entered politics).
Dr. Rocher had resolved to put those brains inside a body and bring the Crusader back to life to lead a Crusade and fight against Erdogan.
He wondered in what body he should put Leonard MacDavid’s brains.
Dr. Rocher and Michelangelo were currently watching the 1975 comedy/fantasy film Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
He particularly watched with interest the scene involving the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday October 2nd
2020.
If Orson Welles Had Lived His Life As A Black Cat…
If Orson Welles had lived his life as a black cat:
How Orson As A Black Cat Would Have Performed A Shakespearian Soliquy From MacBeth:
Is this a can of tuna fish I see before me?
Come let me clutch thee.
I have thee not and yet I see thee still
In form as palpable as this which now I draw…
Orson as the Black Cat produces a sketch of Vincent Van Gogh minus an ear.
How Orson As A Black Cat Would Have Done Citizen Kane:
Now is the winter of our discontent
For young master’s sled is gravely bent
And do you think when it hit the kitty litter
Which caused everyone’s nose to flitter
And caused me to say, aye there’s the rub
It would come up smelling like a rosebud?
How Orson As A Black Cat Would Have Recited Poe’s The Raven:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door,
“Tis the pizza delivery those silly humans have ordered,”
Quoth I, “only this and nothing more.”
How Orson As A Black Cat Would Have Recited His Lines In
Tennessee Williams’ Cat On A Hot Tin Roof:
Orson as Black Cat (playing the cat ON the hot tin roof):
Me-Owww! Me-Owww! Me-Owww!
If Orson Welles had lived his life as a black cat
-written by Christopher
Thursday September 3rd
2020
Huchuysisa At Luxor
The Inca Vampiress Huchuysisa standing in front of one of the pillars of the Temple of Luxor
The Inca vampiress Huchuysisa stood alongside one of the pillars of the Temple of Luxor.
Approaching her was the ghost of Orson Welles who was walking with the ghost of a man who looked to be dressed in the garb of a classical Greek warrior.
Welles’ ghost was wearing spectral dark sunglasses and appeared to have lost weight the past week by a steady diet of spectral vegan plant based camelburgers.
“Look who I’ve found,” Welles’ ghost flashed a wide smile as he took off his spectral sunglasses.
“Who?” Huchuysisa asked.
“The ghost of Alexander the Great,” Welles introduced the ancient Greek king and conquerer, “Apparently the Greek god Zeus asked his brother Hades to release Alex from the realm of Hades back in January. Hades consented and Alex had gone on a Mediterranean cruise to see what the modern Mediterranean looked like. And wouldn’t you know it, this wretched CCP virus (which WHO has mandated everyone should call the Covid-19 virus so that’s why I’m not doing it) struck. Poor Alex’s ship was sailing aimlessly for months. It was finally allowed to dock in Alexandria after Alexander had to bribe a whole bunch of officials with a bunch of rare and valuable ancient Greek drachma coins that Charon the Styx river ferryman had neglected to remove from Alex’s mouth when he was crossing the Rivers Styx and Acheron after kicking the bucket centuries ago.”
“What is Alexander doing here at Luxor?” Huchuysisa asked.
“He’s come to see the Temple of Luxor where he had himself crowned Pharaoh of Egypt centuries ago,” Welles replied as he lit a spectral Cuban cigar.
“But some scholars claim he was never actually crowned Pharaoh of Egypt here,” Huchuysisa pointed out, “That he never got south of Memphis. That he was only crowned conceptually and not in person here. He got himself crowned conceptually at Luxor since being crowned Pharaoh at Luxor was the Egyptian Pharaohonic thing to do. And Alexander wanted to do it.”
“Is that true, Alex?” Welles’ ghost pulled a large spectral bottle of red wine out of his coat pocket.
“I don’t know,” Alexander’s ghost shrugged, “I can’t remember. I drank a little from the River Lethe (the river of forgetfulness in the Underworld). Not as much as my fellow spectral travellers who were with me did. I do remember much but there’s quite a bit I have forgotten.”
“I wonder,” Welles’ ghost poured himself a spectral glass of spectral red wine, “if Joe Biden ever stumbled and bumbled his way down to the River Lethe in the Underworld and mistaking it for the Pierian Spring, he drank deeply from it.”
The winged horse Pegasus flew by the vampiress and the ghostly duo.
Meanwhile down in his basement, Joe Biden mistaking his pot smoking cactus plant (which was a gift to him from some crazy Australian named Uncle Ernie who had taken way too many cuttings off his adopted nephew’s pet pot cactus plants) for his wife asked the plant, “Dear, who was it I named my Vice-Presidential running mate again? I’ve forgotten.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday August 12th
2020.
Millicent Patrick’s Creation
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.
Origins of May The Fourth
Origins of May The Fourth
Back in the mid-1970s as George Lucas was holding auditions for the voice of Darth Vader for his upcoming Star Wars motion picture, among those auditioning for the voice role were writer and actor Truman Capote.
This was the line all audition participants were to speak when auditioning for the Darth Vader voice role, “May the Force be with you.”
Then it came Truman Capote’s turn to audition.
Truman Capote (speaking with his usual fruity lisp): May the fourth be with you.
Thinking that for a galactic villain whose voice was supposed to send chills down audience spines and make their blood run cold, the makers of Star Wars settled for the deep baritone voice of James Earl Jones instead.
However back in the early 2000s, an Australian with the popular nickname of Uncle Ernie found the Truman Capote audition video tape in an old Star Wars lunch box he found in some old cupboards in his backyard unregulated and illegal pharmaceutical manufacturing lab.
And a legend was born.
Since that time, May the Fourth became known as International Star Wars Day.
As May the Force Be With You became Truman Capote’s immortal May the Fourth Be With You.
. . .
“Beam me up, Scotty,” William Shatner spoke to his AI automated dispenser of his favourite brand of toilet paper as he sat on his starship throne.
. . .
Meanwhile in the catacombs of Paris, Marmalade Montague the eccentric former baker who had recently proclaimed himself Court Scientist to the Court of Louis Quatorze overheard a plot by a group of Grand Orient Lodge Freemasons to turn Notre Dame Cathedral into a New Age Freemasonic Temple.
Said the Grand Orient Lodge master, “I’ve been told by the Divine Falcon Headed Human Body Hybrid Horus himself that a world altering miracle will happen this coming May 14th.”
“That’s the same day Pope Francis told all the religions of the world to pray together isn’t it?” the Lodge secretary inquired.
“It is,” the Grand Orient Lodge master answered.
Marmalade Montague decided he better exit the catacombs before his presence was noted.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday May 4thÂ
2020.
The Greek goddess Aphrodite pointing downwards at a snake slithering along the floor of one of the Vatican Museum halls.
