Sophia Watches Yaldabaoth’s Attempted Coup Against Mussolini
Sophia the Greco-Egyptian Gnostic goddess of wisdom heading towards Il Duce’s residence in Rome where her son Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun was trying to stage a coup d’etat against Mussolini
The year was 1940.
The month was September.
And Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun was in Winston Churchill’s underground bunker in London.
Churchill tried to be an amiable host but he was becoming quite alarmed at the amount of his good brandy that the Irish leprechaun was drinking.
“So Michael Collins told you to look me up whenver you were in London?” Churchill offered Yaldabaoth a cigar in hopes that would momentarily stop his fast moving consumption of brandy for a while as the wee leprechaun smoked it.
Michael Collins had been the first Prime Minister of the Irish Free State and he had been assassinated by anti Anglo-Irish Treaty forces on August 22nd 1922.
During the summer of 1921, Michael Collins had gone to London to negotiate a peace treaty ending the Anglo-Irish War.
His British counterpart in the negotiations had been Winston Churchill.
Collins said to Churchill, “I’ve got a complaint. Your British Army once put a price on my head. £1000 for my capture- dead or alive.”
Churchill feigned mock outrage, “You’ve got a complaint? You’ve got a complaint? Let me show you something to complain about.”
Churchill went and got the old Boer War Wanted poster offering anyone £25 for the capture of Winston Churchill Dead Or Alive.
He showed it to Collins.
Said Churchill, “Now there’s something to complain about. I was only worth £25 while you were worth a 1000.”
Collins had to laugh.
After that exchange, the two men became close friends and negotiated a peace treaty.
The treaty was signed on December 6th 1921.
When Yaldabaoth had finished his cigar after Churchill had recounted his meeting with Michael Collins, the leprechaun reached to pour himself another glass of brandy.
Churchill looked glum and said, “I’m ticked.”
Yaldbaoth quickly withdrew his hand from the bottle.
“Why is that?” The leprechaun asked.
“British Intelligence informs me that Mussolini intends to invade Greece in the very near future,” Churchill poured himself another brandy, “There seems to be no end to that bloodthirsty guttersnipe Hitler and his Italian jackal Mussolini spreading their filth all over the soil of Europe.”
Yaldabaoth apologized for his leprechaunish intrusion and left.
He summoned his pet pterodactyl (the leprechaun had no idea where this pterodactyl came from and didn’t bother to ask) and flew to Rome.
He would overthrow Mussolini in a coup d’etat thnking that this would make Churchill happy.
Yaldabaoth retreated to an Italian taverna where he ordered and drank 999 bottles of Italian red wine.
Feeling sufficiently buoyant as a result of all that wine imbibing, Yaldabaoth then went to Il Duce’s palatial residence, crawled up to the top balcony and then gave a speech in which he asked the populace of Italy to rise up and overthrow Mussolini.
Needless to say, the little leprechaun’s speech created a lot of commotion in the Italian capital.
Word of the booze happy little leprechaun’s coup attempt reached the ears of his mother Sophia the Greco-Egyptian Gnostic goddess of wisdom who was currently living in Rome.
Sophia marched herself down to Il Duce’s residence while being followed by a crowd of happy onlookers.
Sophia wanted to get up to the upper balcony of Il Duce’s residence.
A huge group of male volunteers grabbed a ladder and held it as she crawled up to the upper balcony.
The male ladder holders gazed up totally spellbound as Sophia went up the ladder.
Papal excommunications for publicly masturbating on the spot were widespread that day.
Sophia wagged her finger admonishingly at Yaldabaoth, “Yaldabaoth, put an end to this nonsense. You just don’t have the resources to overthrow Il Duce Benito Mussolini.”
“But,” Yaldabaoth protested, “I drank 999 bottles of red wine in the Contento Bacchus Taverna to say nothing of the multitudinous glasses of brandy I had at Churchill’s London bunker which caused the British Prime Minister to declare another wartime emergency upon my leaving. That should be more than enough resources to topple Mussolini.”
“Yaldabaoth,” Sophia warned, “I know you’re almost 2000 years old but that doesn’t mean you’re still too old to spank.”
Yaldaboth continued with his speech.
Whereupon Sophia took Yaldabaoth over her knee and spanked him.
As Sophia went down the ladder carrying the errant leprechaun and his glowing rosy red bottom, a group of male ladder holders at the bottom of the ladder started shouting, “Now spank me”, “Me too” and “Me as well, please”.
At the Potsdam Conference in 1945, a constipated and dour looking Soviet dictator Josef Stalin demanded that the wee Irish leprechaun’s coup attempt against Mussolini be erased from the history books.
And so it was.
Until 80 years to the day later, it is now being told for the first time.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday September 20th
2020.
Dawn Embrace
Their kiss welcomed the break of dawn
As morning dove sang a welcome song
far from the far-off battle throng
Knowing this embrace might be their last
Let not this moment go by fast
In each generation, evil raises its cruel slithering head
filling so many lands with much fear and dread
And those noble in soul must rise to the charge
to slay that evil before it grows too large
When evil arises, many are called to make sacrifice
And often one’s own life must bear the price
At times just due to fatal roll of the dice
But for one moment, call a halt to the sands of time
let this moment be captured in verse and rhyme
Let one more kiss do impart
Lest one must fall to death’s dire dart
And return no more full of body and soul
Leaving a grieving heart with a pierced hole.
-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday September 19th 2020.
Miracle On The Vistula
The Battle of Warsaw (1920) was fought from August 12th 1920 to August 25th 1920 between the Polish National Army and Leon Trotsky’s Soviet Red Army.
Poland was on the verge of defeat in the Polish-Soviet War at the start of the battle.
But somehow the Polish Army under the command of Marshal Josef Pilsudski managed to regroup, repulse and defeat the Red Army in what Russian Bolshevik leader Vladimir Lenin called “an enormous defeat” for his forces.
The politician and diplomat Edgar Vincent regards the 1920 Battle of Warsaw as one of the most important battles in world history on his expanded list of history’s most decisive battles since the Polish victory over the Soviets halted the spread of Communism further westwards into Europe.
Had the Soviets taken Poland, nothing would have stopped their march into Germany (which had a shattered economy and a thorougly routed and demoralized army) and then France (whose army was wartorn and weary from 4 gruelling and bloody years of trench warfare in the First World War).
All of Western Europe would have probably fallen to Communism and then Lenin and Trotsky would have set their eyes across the English Channel towards Britain.
And the only one on the British isles who would have sounded the alarm about imminent danger would have been Winston Churchill while most of Britain’s stodgy old politicians doted along and would have proposed a Royal Commission task force to study the subject.
At the start of the Soviet-Polish War, the Bolshevik Lenin’s speeches asserted that the Bolshevik Revolution would be carried to Western Europe on the bayonets of Russian soldiers and that the shortest route to Berlin and Paris lay through Warsaw.
The battle turned for the Poles when Marshal Pilsudski launched a counteroffensive on Soviet forces from the south of Warsaw moving north and then trapping the Soviet forces in an encirclement.
However some have cited supernatural intervention as the reason for the victory.
Diaries from many present at the battle reported that the Virgin Mary appeared to Polish troops on the banks of the Vistula River on August 15th which is the Feast of the Assumption Into Heaven of the Blessed Virgin Mary and spoke words of encouragement.
August 15th 1920.
100 years ago today.
. . .
Pope Francis was in a video conference call with George Soros, Bill Gates, U-2 singer Bono (who sat at his desk immensely pleased with the very unusual cactus plant he had just received in the mail from Australia) and American economist Jeffrey Sachs to discuss their continuing plans for a Marxist One World Government.
Pope Francis noted, “One hundred years ago today the cause of global Marxism suffered a serious setback. And many other setbacks as well over the years. Today, we’ll finally push the cause of global Marxism forward with the Holy, Blessed and Eternal Virus helping us.”
“Jesus Christ!” Bono shouted.
“This is a private meeting not a public audience,” Pope Francis admonished as he wagged his finger at the Irish singer via video, “There’s no need to mention that name here.”
“No, a cow just jumped in through my study window and ran off with my cactus plant between her teeth!” Bono exclaimed in a great state of agitation.
“Daisy! Daisy!” Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun briefly appeared on video and ran after the cow as she headed down the road off the Bono estate.
. . .
“Lexington,” Donald Trump was speaking to his British butler and valet, “I was just reading in the Monthly Moon which is the monthly newspaper in the small town of Smallville, Kansas… speaking of which I wonder why Clark Kent who lives in Kansas City, Kansas (shouldn’t that be called Metropolis?) hasn’t answered any of the thousands of emails I’ve sent him hour by hour inviting him to have dinner with me?.”
“I have no idea, sir,” Lexington answered.
“The NSA tells me he’s forwarded a few of them to the Irish-Jewish science-fiction writer George Finneganburg for some reason,” Trump scratched his head and yellow artificial dandruff fell out, “Anyways getting back to the Monthly Moon article, they were quoting British MP Renfield R. Renfield… I wonder why the Monthly Moon and other smaller independent news outlets are the only ones to quote Renfield. None of the big mainstream news media does. Not even Fox News. And Fox News is ostensibly supposed to be anti-Communist unlike the other big news outlets.”
“I have no idea again, sir,” Lexington sighed.
“Anyways, Renfield said in the article, “It’s rather frightening to think that the only person standing in the way of a Communist Neo-Bolshevik takeover of America is a non-altruistic non-empathetic narcissist who fancies himself a 21st Century Caesar and a Neo-Roman Emperor.” Now Lexington,” Trump scratched his head again leading to further golden artificial dandruff falling on the Rubicon Rubik’s Cube on Trump’s desk, “who is he talking about? Do you know any individual who fits that description?”.
“Of course not, sir,” Lexington replied as he helped Trump on with his toga and his laurel leaf crown.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday August 15th
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.
Kwan Yin Vs. The CCP
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was commenting on the radio about an elderly woman being attacked in Portland, Oregon by Antifa demonstators, “Both Russian novelist Fyodor Dostoevsky and Romanian pastor Richard Wurmbrand had this to say about the nature of Communism, Communism is mass demonic possession. This past weekend an elderly woman in her 70s walking down the street just minding her own business was set upon by a group of demonstrators who were out on the streets rioting and looting and creating mayhem in that nightly spectacle going on in many U.S. cities that the brainless mainstream American media has dubbed “peaceful protests”. She had red paint poured all over her hair and a police CAUTION tape pasted on her mouth while a bunch of loudmouth (undoubtedly lesbian) blowhards shouted “Wear a mask! Wear a mask!”. The fact that these sick deranged bastards think it’s so important to wear a mask just shows what the true critical thinkers and true free thinkers of our day have been saying all along, “Wearing a mandatory face mask has nothing to do with stopping the virus or saving people’s health. It has to do with submission to the Marxist New World Order being planned and foisted upon the world by the planet’s global elitists. If you can get multitudes of people to accept covering their faces in public (which they’ve done!), you can get multitudes of people to accept taking the Mark of The Beast (which is on its way! Bill Gates is working on it.).”
Meanwhile Michigan Gov. Gretchen Whitmer was laying down on her dining room table for some reason or other.
She then started levitating.
When she was 6 feet up off the table (no doubt practicing social distancing), her head started spinning around at 360 degree angles all over the place.
She opened her mouth and frogs and toads started coming out of it.
The cable TV repairman who had entered the house to fix the cable TV stopped dead in his tracks.
He decided to turn and exit.
He’d fix the cable at another time on another day.
Over in Hong Kong, dissidents were being rounded up and arrested under the draconian new Hong Kong Security Laws imposed by the CCP over on mainland China.
Meanwhile Hong Kong’s retired bishop Cardinal Joseph Zen lamented the death of freedom in Hong Kong.
He then went on to criticize the Vatican-Beijing Agreement On The Catholic Church in the People’s Republic of China (that had been negotiated by the American predatory homosexual Cardinal Theodore McCarrick whose other activity mainly consisted of sexually assaulting altar boys and young seminarians).
Bishops in the underground Church in China who were required to join the government founded Chinese Catholic Patriotic Association on orders from Pope Francis (under the terms of the agreement) were required to renounce the Catholic Faith in order to join the Association, Cardinal Zen told the astonished news media who were not aware of the terms of the Vatican-Beijing Agreement (namely because both Beijing and the Vatican were keeping it secret).
An astonished Anderson Cooper asked the demon Asmodeus and the little green frog Nimrod in an interview CNN brass decided not to show on television, “How is it possible that Pope Francis asked bishops in the underground Church to renounce the Catholic Faith in order to join the Patriotic Association?”, Asmodeus answered, “Well, that’s no problem for Pope Francis. Because Francis renounced the Catholic Faith himself years ago.”
Cardinal Zen also told the media assembled, “One of Hong Kong’s most pre-eminent journalists said months ago that the CCP is paying the Vatican $2 billion a year to keep the agreement in place ever since it was signed. What I find most disturbing is not the claim itself but the fact that to this date, the Vatican has still not denied it.”
Meanwhile in mainland China yet another statue of Guanyin (who is also called Kwan Yin), who is venerated as the goddess of mercy in some branches of Buddhism, had been torn down on orders of Xi Jinping and the CCP.
Guanyin was a Chinese princess whom the late Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen noted had developed a deep veneration for Mary the Mother of Jesus after the first Christians entered China after coming east from Assyria.
Kuan Yin’s acts of compassion during her lifetime were noted by everyone.
There were some, the Black Dragon spirit advisor to China’s paramount leader told Xi Jinping, who said that Kwan Yin had drank from a hidden spring of immortality located somewhere in China and had become immortal.
“I have no time for fairy tales,” Xi said as he looked up from reading the latest public statement from his puppet WHO’s Dr. Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus.
Meanwhile outside a cave in a rural part of southern China, a Chinese Ministry of State Security operative was following a woman that villagers had told him was Kwan Yin.
She stood outside a cave.
Kwan Yin turned and smiled at the State Security operative.
The man fainted in response.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday August 10th
2020.
Marie Persephone Duvalier
Marie Persephone Duvalier
“Marie Persephone Duvalier,” said Belvedere the Ghost White Salamander reporter for The Times of London.
“You’ve heard of her?” Dashwood Forrest the owner and curator of The Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery in London approached the ghost of the ghostly white little amphibian.
“I have been researching her,” Belvedere answered, “Who painted this picture?.”
“Enrique Gomez a Cuban artist,” Dashwood replied, “Originally a supporter of Castro’s Revolution, he turned against it. He was one of the Cubans recruited by G. Gordon Liddy to work for the White House Plumbers during the Richard M. Nixon Presidency. Alas! Poor Enrique! He found out too late that you shouldn’t screw a lightbulb into a light socket with the power still on especially if your hands are still wet from fixing an overflowing toilet in a bathroom in the Watergate Hotel. His funeral was held a few days later in Miami. Nixon resigned before he could posthumously award Enrique the Presidential Medal of Freedom.”
“A very good artist,” Belvedere studied the painting, “A better artist than plumber-electrician obviously. He’s certainly captured Miss Duvalier’s spirit and personality.”
“Who was Marie Persephone Duvalier?” Dashwood asked.
“Well,” Belvedere took a spectral tobacco pipe out of his press kit and lit it, “She was a spy and secret agent. But her cover was that of a singer in some of Havana’s best night spots and night clubs before Fidel Castro seized power and, acting like a health expert in the time of Covid, put an end to all the fun.”
“Who was she a spy for?” Dashwood inquired.
“Britain’s MI-6,” Belvedere answered, “Her most famous assignment (still unknown to the world at large) was to stop Cuban dictator Fulgencio Batista from granting a casino licence to the Nazi vampire Franz Kohler who was an officer of the SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau. Kohler was hoping to use the profits and proceeds from the casino to help pay for the emergence of a global Neo-Nazi Army. Kohler, who had come down with the world’s first known (but totally unpublicized) case of Covid-19 as a result of hanging around with the wrong sort of bats (his diary recounting this was discovered by the Chinese Ministry of State Security who passed on the relevant information to the Wuhan Institute of Virology) was unable to come to Havana to seal the deal personally. Instead he sent his vampire assistant to seal the deal with Batista. The assistant was named Col. Otto Klein Fink.”
. . .
Col. Otto Klein Fink was shaving in his Havana hotel bathroom getting ready for his nighttime meeting with Cuban President Fulgencio Batista.
There was a knock at the door.
And standing there was a very beautiful woman.
“Wow,” Col. Fink was impressed, “Aren’t you Marie Persephone Duvalier?”.
Col. Fink had watched her sing last night in the hotel lounge.
“I am,” she smiled at him, “I’ve ordered dinner for the two of us. Steak and lobster.”
“Wonderful,” Col. Fink smiled.
The hotel waiter wheeled a white cloth napkin covered table into the room which was loaded with silver platters.
He then left.
“I’ll give you your steak,” Marie Duvalier smiled.
She lifted the silver platter and grabbed a wooden stake from the tray and plunged it into Col. Fink’s heart.
“I can’t believe I fell for that,” Col. Fink sighed before crumbling into dust.
The lobster (that was still uncooked) crawled off the table, out the door, down the stairs, out the lobby door, down various streets and eventually back into the sea (where one of his progeny would become Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster of Set Enterprises).
Marie Persephone Duvalier then left for home.
As Marie walked down the street, she passed Enrique Gomez’s street studio.
“Miss Duvalier, hold that pose,” Enrique begged.
Marie bravely held that same pose for the next several hours.
The only problem was that at one point the wind died down.
So Marie’s hair ceased blowing.
Enrique solved that problem by getting an American gentleman (who was a CIA agent under cover unbeknownst to Gomez) to get an electric fan with a long extension cord and to hold it to continue blowing Marie’s hair while he finished the painting.
At one point in the early morning, a Havana taxi cab drove by splashing water from a small pot hole on to the American CIA gentleman holding the electric fan.
The CIA agent’s funeral would be held in Miami a few days later.
And as for the electric fan with the long extension cord, it was a write-off.
But at least Enrique Gomez had finished his painting of the beautiful Marie Persephone Duvalier.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday August 9th
2020.
Michelangelo’s Dream of Robin Hood
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was sitting with Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster and watching news footage of a speech George Soros gave at his most recent Davos World Economic Forum private dinner that was held on Thursday January 23rd of this year.
“The man looks like a poster child for demonic possession,” Renfield remarked, “If someone ever wanted a transgendered Linda Blair for a geriatric remake of the 1973 film The Exorcist, then George Soros is definitely the man for the job.”
Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was already hiding under an artificial shipwreck at the bottom of his aquarium trying hard not to look at the demon possessed Soros.
Turning off the TV, Renfield bid Michelangelo good night and left the Set Enterprises laboratory.
Mounting a plastic mermaid at the bottom of the aquarium, Michelangelo fell asleep.
The lobster dreamed that he was human- Robin Hood in fact.
Good King Richard the Lion Hearted (a man who looked a lot like Renfield) had been taken hostage by an evil Austrian baron (a man who looked a lot like Bill Gates) over on the continent.
The evil Austrian baron was in cahoots with the evil Prince John (a man who looked a lot like George Soros).
Prince John was now ruling the English people as Prince Regent.
He had also unleashed a bubonic plague (bought from a Chinese alchemist named Gin Lu) which allowed him to lock the English people (Anglo-Saxons and Normans alike) in their homes.
The Sheriff of Nottingham (a man who looked like the senility prone Joe Biden) rode his horse backwards all over England to enforce the evil Prince John’s will in between asking “Where am I?” and occasionally stopping to sniff the hair of various women he encountered while riding his horse bassackwards.
Prince John had taken the beautiful Maid Marion (who looked like Rita Hayworth) hostage.
Michelangelo as the dashing Robin Hood (in his human shape, he looked like Gene Kelly) broke in to rescue her.
Having rescued the fair Marion, he turned and there stood the evil Prince John while the senile Sheriff of Nottingham lay on the floor sniffing the fur of chipmunks.
Prince John pointed an arrow at Robin’s heart with a bow, “Good-bye Robin.”
As he fired, the Sheriff of Nottingham stood up to announce, “I just remembered having forgotten where I laid my tiny codpiece this morning where I stand on the issue of human sacrifice. I’m personally opposed but…”
Prince John shot the Sheriff of Nottingham in the buttocks.
The manoevre allowed Robin Hood to grab a sword and behead the evil Prince John
He then kissed the beautiful Maid Marion.
Michelangelo smiled in his sleep.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday August 7th
2020.
Tidings
It was a pleasant autumn evening in Moscow
when the news came
The government in Saint Petersburg
had fallen to Lenin and the Bolsheviks
A way of life was about to change
Tyranny now imposed in the name of freedom
Russians must revert back to serfdom
to serve the chosen few
The vanguard of the Revolution
The spires of Christ’s Cross now replaced by the Hammer and Sickle
A hammer that nailed the nails into Christ’s wrists
and a sickle to cut down hordes of people like grain
in a harvest of blood
from which will rise Heaven on Earth
so the new Soviet masters say
Russians must go from honouring the empty tomb of Christ
To honouring the Pergamum temple shaped mausoleum tomb of Lenin
within a space of seven years
The Soviet “paradise” was Hell on Earth
but the official Party line was
“It’s Heaven on Earth”
And Siberia or worse
for denying the official Party line
Today the Washington Post, New York Times and CNN
disinformation branches of the New World Order Ministry of Propaganda
speak a similar Party line
as the old USSR
seeks to rise again
and this time go global
riding the wings of a virus.
-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday August 4th 2020.
The Duck Called Samuel Puddlington At The Wax Museum
September 6, 2020 at 10:18 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Poetry) (narrative poem, poem, Samuel Puddlington, The Duck Called Samuel Puddlington, The Wax Museum, Vincent Price)
There was a Saint Bernard drinking a barrel flask of doubling gin
This side of the town of Duddlington
When he was approached by the duck called Samuel Puddlington
“Good sir,” said the duck as he raised his hat
Which scared off an approaching ravenous cat
“I’m looking for the wax museum in town,
Am I on the right path? Or am I out of bound?”
Said the big furry giant, “Go two blocks yonder and make a left
Like the present Communist Pope of faith bereft,
There you will find the town’s wax museum
With washrooms closed so outside you’ll be peein’. ”
So Samuel Puddlington followed the big dog’s directions
And passed by the store Big Al’s Furniture Selections
There across the street was the wax museum
And following the dog’s advice, outside did his peein’.
He paid his entrance fee and entered the space
which was filled with men and women of varied time and place
There was Marie Antoinette who lost her head
and Robespierre whose Reign of Terror was dread
Until at Guillotine himself, he made his own bed
There was Cleopatra the Queen of The Nile
And Jekyll trying to hide Hyde in his nail file
And meeting his end on the banks of the Thames was Jack the Ripper
Who was swallowed by a heroic giant fish named Flipper
“That definitely explains why they never found Jack!”
Said Sam as he pulled a feather out of his back
Down the hall were comic book characters Richie Rich and Sad Sack
Plus Wolfman Larry Talbot leading the wolves in the pack
In contemporary times
As he jotted down rhymes
were Donald Trump with his silly looking toupee
And Joe Biden whose mind was lost on the way
While in the background, Stalin’s and Mao’s ghosts were at play.
At the end of the hall Lincoln sat in his Ford Theatre seat looking sad
For the play title author’s American cousin had gone mad
Neo-Nazi and Confederate vampire battled Bolshevik and Maoist
And meditating on the sidelines was Buddhist and Taoist
Lincoln’s last words heard by Mary Todd were
“We will visit the Holy Land and see those places
hallowed by the footsteps of the Savior”
like an empty tomb that once marked where a grave were
“There is no city on Earth I so much desire to see as Jerusalem”
Site of where Isaac was saved by the blood of the ram
And the world’s humanity was saved by the blood of the Lamb.
-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday September 6th
2020.
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