Renfield, Bill Gates and A Man Named Jed

May 10, 2021 at 10:29 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was hosting another one of his Monday night podcasts.

He was finishing his podcast by singing a pair of songs.

Grabbing his guitar he sang the theme song from the 1960s TV series The Beverly Hillbillies:

Well this is the story about a man named Jed
Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed
Then one day he was shooting at some food
When up from the ground came a bubbling crude
-oil- that is – black gold – Texas tea
Well the first thing you know old Jed’s a millionaire
Kinfolk said, Jed, move away from here
California is the place you ought to be
So he packed up the truck and he moved to Beverly
-Hills- that is – Swimming pools – movie stars-
Y’all come back now, ya hear?

Renfield then announced that he was going to sing a song about Bill Gates to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies theme song:

Well this is the story about a man named Bill
Thought developing virus ridden software would give people quite the thrill
Then one day he kissed himself a toad
And up from the ground popped a new DNA code
-genetically modified- it is- hybrid key
Well the first thing you know old Bill’s a billionaire
Kinfolk said, Bill, move away from here,
Communist China is the place you ought to be
So he packed up his soul and he moved to Shangri-lee
-Communist- he is- mainstream media celebrity-
Y’all take the vaccine now, ya hear?

. . .

After the podcast, Renfield was having tea with his friend Amadeus Emanon and Set Enterprises’ eccentric scientist Dr. Marmalade Montague.

“So I hear Pope Francis sent a video message to the recent Selena Gomez hosted and Prince Harry and Meghan Markle approved concert last Saturday titled Vax Live: The Concert To Reunite The World,” Renfield noted, “that was shown live on YouTube and you can apparently still view the full concert there.”

“Francis spoke to that concert live and sent his greetings?” Amadeus was flabbergasted.

“Apparently,” Renfield nodded.

“I watched the first minute and a half of that concert,” said Amadeus, “When it started with bearded men wearing women’s evening dresses in the dressing room, I thought I was watching a future U.S. Democratic Party Convention and decided not to see the rest.”

“A wise decision undoubtedly,” Renfield agreed.

“The title of that concert Vax Live: The Concert To Reunite The World,” Dr. Marmalade Montague put a slice of lemon in his tea, “I take it the vax being referred to is the Covid Vax?”.

“Yes, the vax that is being promoted by the next mega rock band Bill Gates and The T-Rex ETs whose music is really out of this world,” Renfield commented.

“The second part of the title The Concert To Reunite The World,” Dr. Marmalade Montague sipped his tea, “Now there have been great and vast empires throughout history but when have all the peoples of the world been fully united as one?”.

“There was only one other time in history I was told by Father Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds yesterday,” Renfield answered, “And that was at the building of the Tower of Babel.”

“So the Pope and Prince Harry and Meghan Markle and all the celebrities who participated in that concert,” Marmalade Montague put down his tea cup, “They’re seeking to re-accomplish what was done at Babel.”

“That’s right,” Renfield nodded.

“But what happened at Babel didn’t really turn out so well in the end,” Amadeus commented.

“That’s very true,” Renfield had to agree.

. . .

Meanwhile in the People’s Republic of China, Renfield’s friend and ally Mei-ling Manchu was using her famous Dance of The Fans to ward off an attack from the Black Dragon (who was Xi Jinping’s supernatural spirit entity advisor).

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday May 10th 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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In An English Country Garden

May 7, 2021 at 10:13 pm (books, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Charlotte in an English country garden

“Miss Charlotte?” Dracul Van Helsing asked.

“I’m Charlotte Williams,” the woman smiled.

“The Emperor Napoleon is not with you?” Van Helsing inquired.

“He’s down at a village pub talking to a fellow named Renfield,” Charlotte answered.

“Trust Renfield to be up to speed on cosmic happenings,” Van Helsing had to admit.

“Come with me to the library,” Charlotte said.

“All right,” Van Helsing agreed.

In the library, Charlotte Williams handed Van Helsing a book Claudius’ History of The Etruscans.

“I thought this book was lost to history,” Van Helsing thumbed through it, “Let alone an English translation was available of it.”

“Napoleon had that book in his library in his house on the island of Saint Helena,” Charlotte walked into the country estate manor’s living room where there was a piano.

She sat down and played Bach’s Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring.

“I wonder how it got here,” Van Helsing sat down in a chair with the book and listened to Charlotte play.

“I don’t know,” Charlotte continued to play.

Van Helsing’s smart phone rang.

He answered it and talked briefly.

“Talk to you soon, Whitstable,” Van Helsing put his smart phone back in his pocket.

“Whitstable?” Charlotte looked at Van Helsing.

“A friend of mine,” the vampire hunter explained.

“When the Emperor Napoleon was talking to the Phoenix Woman Andrea Angelicus, he said there were sketches on the second last page of that book Claudius’ History of the Etruscans,” Charlotte explained, “Sketches that Napoleon himself drew of visitors he saw a few days before he died. Sketches that he put in the book after they left. Napoleon after talking with Andrea said he’d give the sketches to Whitstable.”

Van Helsing went to the second last page of the volume and removed some very old looking pieces of paper.

He took a look at them.

They were sketches of ET T-Rexes emerging from a UFO flying saucer shaped craft.

“Sinister looking things,” Van Helsing noted, “I imagine Whitstable will be grateful to receive the sketches. But whoever these beings are, they look like super nasty and super tough customers.”

“Someone can defeat them,” Charlotte continued to play Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday May 7th
2021.

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Andrea Angelicus

May 6, 2021 at 10:23 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Andrea Angelicus sitting in the back yard of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s colossal West London Estate.

Dracul Van Helsing saw the vision as he entered the backyard gardens of the Set Manor Estates.

He had received a phone call last night from Peter Whitstable the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol.

There was apparently a woman travelling all across Europe not wearing a mask (much to the chagrin of Neo-Bolshevik Communist authorities and Neo-Fascist authorities everywhere).

She would appear and then vanish (literally).

She’d show up in various countries with no record of her having passed border patrols.

Cardinal Gianfranco Ravasi the President of the Pontifical Council For Culture wondered if the woman had been vaccinated.

He only wondered for a moment and then returned to his present study of wondering whether the woman with the rodent tail who appeared in David Bowie’s last music video Lazarus was a Jungian collective unconscious predictive archetype of what the women in the post-Covid new reality will look like.

Ravasi had been influenced by both David Bowie and Aleister Crowley in his personal thought and philosophy.

That’s why his Pontifical Council For Culture was one of the sponsors of the Mind, Soul and Body Virtual Health Conference going on at the Vatican this week where such non-luminaries as Dr. Anthony Fauci (who might best be described as the Coronavirus on steroids) and Chelsea Clinton (the Church of Satan member and daughter of a disgraced former U.S. President and a warmongering former U.S. Secretary of State) were among the leading dignitaries and speakers at the Conference.

Whitstable said that the talk among gypsies throughout Europe (with whom Whitstable kept in constant contact) was that this Andrea Angelicus was known to them as the Phoenix Woman.

Saying there are legends of her having been born from the ashes of a Phoenix.

Anyhow Whitstable was wanting to make contact with the Phoenix Woman and one of his gypsy informants said that she would meet with a friend of Whitstable but not Whitstable personally.

She was wanting no contact with representatives of international organizations.

Whitstable had phoned his friend Van Helsing and Van Helsing had agreed to meet her.

“Andrea Angelicus I presume?” Van Helsing addressed the woman.

The woman in the elegant white gown turned and looked at Van Helsing and smiled, “I am. You are Van Helsing I presume?”.

“I am,” the vampire hunter nodded, “Dracul Van Helsing.”

“This is a very beautiful piece of luminous purple, white and blue crystals that Mr. Set has on this table,” Andrea Angelicus pointed.

“It is,” Van Helsing agreed, “From those days in the late 1980s when he was going through his Shirley MacLaine, J.Z. Knight and Ramtha phase. A phase that mercifully did not last long. It ended after his sister and sister-in-law the Paris based Egyptian vampiress Isis quite literally dropped a ton of bricks on his head. Athelstan his butler and valet said that he had never seen a chimney and fireplace put to better use.”

“I would like you to accompany me to another garden,” Andrea Angelicus stood up.

“Another garden?” Van Helsing was curious.

“Yes, a drive in the country,” Andrea Angelicus smiled, “To an English country garden.”

“And what pray tell shall we find in that English country garden?” Van Helsing asked.

An English country garden where the sounds of La Marseillaise could be heard playing on the estate manor piano but not the sounds of Tchaikovsky’s War of 1812 Overture.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday May 6th
2021.

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The 200th Anniversary of Napoleon’s Death

May 5, 2021 at 10:49 pm (Education, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

It was 200 years ago today that Napoleon Bonaparte (Napoleon I Emperor of the French) died on the island of Saint Helena.

French President Emmanuel Macron marked the bicentary of Napoleon’s death by laying a wreath at Napoleon’s tomb at Les Invalides in Paris.

Macron in an address to the French nation said, “Napoleon is a part of us.”

“That’s very true,” British MP Renfield R. Renfield commented as he watched the address on television.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” His friend Amadeus Emanon asked.

“That is the 200 million franc Napoleonic gold coin question,” Renfield answered.

The Kraken who called himself Napoleon VI and was the leader of the French Aquarian Age Bonapartist Party laid a wreath at the original Napoleon’s tomb accompanied by his wife Medusa the ex-Gorgon.

In the Underworld of Hades, the Greek deity Hades had received a request to grant Napoleon Bonaparte a temporary dispensational release from the realm of Hades to mark the 200th anniversary of his death.

“Are you going to do that?” One of Cerberus’ three heads asked.

“I’m mulling it over,” Hades replied as he sipped some mulled wine.

In the Elysian Fields where Napoleon was residing (he had spent some time in Purgatory but was still not eligible to enter the Paradise of the Blessed or the Heaven of the Saints so he now lived in the Elysian Fields where the heroes of pagan antiquity resided) the Emperor was walking through some of the Elysian gardens when he came across this vision,

“Oh, My God,” Napoleon cried out.

“Oh, the void, the void,” Charles Darwin cried from far far away on his rotating barbeque spit over an open flame down in Tartarus.

The woman turned and gazed in his direction, “You look like the Emperor Napoleon.”

“That’s because I am the Emperor Napoleon,” Napoleon said.

“My name is Charlotte,” said the woman, “And I apparently died on the same day you did. May 5th 1821. Although I was 30 years younger than you.”

“You sound English,’ said Napoleon.

“That’s because I am an Englishwoman,” Charlotte answered.

“I never did have good relations with the English,” Napoleon sighed.

“Maybe you should change that,” Charlotte smiled.

Meanwhile the 3-headed dog Cerberus was walking towards the Elysian Gardens.

One of Cerberus’ heads was carrying a temporary dispensational release from Hades for Napoleon.

Another of Cerberus’ heads was carrying a temporary dispensational release from Hades for Charlotte.

And the third of Cerberus’ heads was singing the song, “In an English country garden…”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday May 5th
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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Releasing Judas- The Demon That Lady Gaga Clings To

April 27, 2021 at 10:23 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Sorcery, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

The demon Asmodeus and his friend the little green frog Nimrod were sitting in a taverna in Rome.

The taverna was supposed to be closed under lockdown but it did offer admittance to important beings.

Who were important beings?

Beings like the demon Asmodeus and Nimrod the builder of the tower of Babel now reduced to being a little green frog.

As Asmodeus and Nimrod sat at a table eating and drinking, the Greek gods Hades, Zeus and Poseidon were talking solemnly among themslves at another table.

“So,” Zeus scratched his beard, “Pope Francis wants you to release the ghost of Judas Iscariot from the Underworld?”.

Hades nodded as he sipped a soft drink in a cup shaped like the Disney character Pluto.

“In what part of the Underworld does Judas reside?” Poseidon asked as he ate his Fettichini ala Neptune.

“Roasting away on a rotating barbeque spit over an open flame in the fiery depths of Tartarus,” Hades stirred a hot toddy.

“I’m sure both Pope Francis and LA’s auxiliary Bishop Robert Barron will be disappointed to hear that,” Poseidon sipped a Caesar (a Canadian drink that was a combination of vodka and Mott’s Clamato Juice).

“They don’t know,” Hades remarked.

“So are you going to release Judas Iscariot from the Underworld?” Zeus inquired.

“I’m still trying to make up my mind,” Hades answered.

“Why don’t you throw an Alexander III King of Macedon (aka Alexander The Great) drachma coin up in the air?” Zeus gave him such a coin, “Heads, you release Judas. Tails, he continues to roast away. ”

Hades threw the coin up in the air.

And it landed on the table.

“Heads,” said Hades.

The three Greek deities finished their meal and left.

“Sounds like Judas will be back on the Earth’s surface again,” Nimrod commented.

“Lady Gaga will be able to cling to her demon in person instead of just singing about it,” Asmodeus noted.

. . .

Asmodeus and Nimrod went to their rooms at a YMCA youth hostel in Rome.

Most of the rooms there were occupied by Jesuit priests and members of the Vatican Curia who were dressed up as The Village People a 1970s American disco band.

“So I hear California Gov. Gavin Newsom is facing a recall election?” Nimrod sipped from a bottle of tequila.

“Did you know California Gov. Gavin Newsom signed a deal with the demons Baal and Baphomet to get where he is today?” Asmodeus lit a cigarette.

“What? Getting recalled?” Nimrod was incredulous.

“No to become Governor of California,” Asmodeus answered.

“I suppose Baal and Baphomet will back Newsom in his re-election bid?” Nimrod said.

Asmodeus shrugged, “Baphomet being a transgendered and transpecies demon itself might back transgender Bruce Caitlyn Jenner’s bid to seek the state Republican nomination and then election to the Governorship.”

“So demons aren’t hesistant about throwing people (that they’ve made past agreements with) under the bus?” Nimrod swallowed the worm in the tequila bottle.

“Indeed not,” Asmodeus threw his cigarette butt out the window.

. . .

Allatallahbel the Vampiress Priestess of Baal had heard about the plan to release Judas from the realm of Hades.

She and six Vampiric Knights-Templar had been living in the Vatican since the autumn of 2017.

But now she decided to leave.

With Judas coming, the Vatican wouldn’t be big enough for both of them.

Allatallahbel the Vampiress Priestess of Baal: Seeking new accomodation.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday April 27th
2021.

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You Need A Long Spoon For All The Alphabets In The Sodom and Gomorrah Alphabet Soup

April 26, 2021 at 10:19 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , )

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was once again reading a BBC Radio News report filling in for yet another BBC radio news announcer who was gunned down in the Neo-Communist civil war between Neo-Stalinist Neo-Communists and Neo-Trotskyite Neo-Communists going on in the BBC news room.

And in an indication of Renfield’s growing influence, a leading newspaper in Hungary was now using the term Neo-Communism to describe the Great Reset ideology of the Davos Summit Global Economic Forums of the past 4 years.

An ideology now being accelerated across the globe by the spread of the Wuhan CCP Virus.

And being promoted in North America by Canada’s blackfaced Justin Trudeau and America’s confused face Joe Biden.

Read Renfield on the news,

“The Pope Francis approved private Catholic University of Portland in Portland Oregon will be hosting what it calls an LGBTQIABIPOC graduation celebration next month.
A free year’s supply awarded each day of free Krispy Kreme donuts, Tim Horton’s coffee, KFC buckets of chicken, McDonald’s Big Macs and Subway Sandwiches will be awarded to any individual who can correctly phonetically pronounce the name of the ceremony…”

. . .

Meanwhile in other news, the EU European Commission’s Antichrist President Ursula von der Leyen issued a statment today that only those Americans and Canadians who have vaccine passports will be able to visit the nations of the European Union.

After making the announcement a cream pie was thrown in her face by an invisible entity.

The cream pie contained American apples and Canadian maple syrup.

. . .

Leonard Constantinople the Crusader Rabbit was in Vienna, Austria.

He was planning to conduct a commando raid on the Vatican’s Health Summit next month.

The health summit would include leading Neo-Communists such as Dr. Anthony Fauci and Chelsea Clinton a practicing Anton La Vey’s Church of Satan member and the daughter of serial sexual predator Bill Clinton and his far leftist shrew of a wife Hillary Rodham Clinton.

Leonard Constantinople was currently brushing his teeth with which he’d bite off the heads of the Health Summit participants.

. . .

Meanwhile Las Vegas bookies were taking bets as to what rabbit was the most dangerous to the New World Order- Harvey Tallbanger or Leonard Constantinople?

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday April 26th
2021.

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Set and Lord Tweedsmuir

April 25, 2021 at 10:15 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , )

The London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set was having a conversation in his study with Lord Tweedsmuir a vampire member of the House of Lords.

“So the People’s Republic of China is continuing to go full throttle in the South China China with its ships encroaching on its neighbours Vietnam and the Philippines?” Set inquired.

“That is correct,” Lord Tweedsmuir sipped on his scotch.

“And Communist China is continuing to send its planes into Taiwanese airspace and its ships into Taiwanese waters?” Set pointed his finger on his globe of the world.

“That’s right,” Tweedsmuir nodded, “And Japanese Prime Minister Yoshihide Suga says Japan will not come to Taiwan’s aid if Taiwan is attacked by Communist China.”

“So who will come to Taiwan’s aid if Communist China attacks?” Set wanted to know.

“Well, most probably not senile old fool Joe Biden,” Tweedsmuir answered, “he’s thinking about going to Ukraine’s aid if Russia attacks.”

“And Russia is building up its forces along Ukraine’s borders?” Set moved his finger across the globe.

“That’s right,” Tweedsmuir refilled his glass of scotch, “And Israel is continuing its incursions into Syria. And Turkey is continuing its incursions into Syria. The Middle East tinderbox keeps getting more and more burning logs thrown on it each day.”

“And what is it that’s preoccupying Western world leaders these days?” Set smiled as he already knew the answer.

“That its citizens continue to wear masks, practice social distancing and line up to take the Death Vaxx,” Tweedsmuir remarked.

“So everyone in the West is zombie sleepwalking while World War III approaches,” Set spinned the globe.

“Yes, the youth of the decade of the 1980s was worried about the possibilty of nuclear war,” Tweedsmuir acknowleged, “Today’s youth not so much. I guess nuclear war wasn’t really covered in the Critical Race Theory or Critical Gender Theory that has been all the rage in public education for the past thirty odd years.”

“So radioactivity is going to rain on Pope Francis’ climate change parade?” Set stopped spinning the globe.

“Yes, the global flood of Noah’s Day won’t have time to come back much to Francis’ disappointment and inability to say I told you so,” Tweedsmuir switched from scotch to vodka.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday April 25th
2021.

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