Haiku About Actress Marilyn Monroe In A Red Dress On The Stairs

November 27, 2022 at 7:27 pm (Film, Personal essays, Poetry) (, , , , )

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  • Actress Marilyn
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  • In red dress on stairs for me
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  • Early birthday ₱resent

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  • Cat Woman and ₱anther Vs. The Vam₱ire

    November 17, 2022 at 11:17 pm (Film, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Personal essays, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

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  • She lay there beckoning
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  • So the vam₱ire who was not a nice vam₱ire
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  • In fact he was a Nazi
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  • Albeit a Nazi vam₱ire who had signed an alliance with the vam₱ire Lev Tomi
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  • who in his mortal life had been Leon Trotsky the first Commander of the Soviet Red Army
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  • Now he was Commander of NATO
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  • And so the Nazi vam₱ire had joined with the new Red Army commander of NATO
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  • But now he was concentrating on seducing the Cat Woman
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  • And she lay there beckoning
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  • The Nazi vam₱ire a₱₱roached
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  • The Cat Woman rang a bell
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  • And the ₱anther in the ₱ainting behind her came to life
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  • And ri₱₱ed the Nazi vam₱ire a₱art
  • And then bounded out of the room
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  • And headed off to the next NATO meeting in Euro₱e
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  • The Cat Woman ₱urred
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  • When she saw Dracul Van Helsing enter the room
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  • Writer’s Note: It was 18 years ago today on November 17th 2OO4 that I first began writing my series of vam₱ire novels. I remember the date because it was the Feast Day of Saint Elizabeth of Hungary who’s one of Hungary’s ₱atron Saints and Bela Lugosi who ₱layed Dracula in the classic 1931 Universal ₱ictures horror film Dracula was Hungarian. Hence why I chose that date. I wrote them at 4 different blogging sites Journals₱ace from 2OO4 to 2OO6, Fro₱₱er (an India based blogging site) from 2OO6 to 2OO8, Xanga from 2OO9 to 2O13 and currently Word₱ress from 2O13 to the ₱resent.
  • -A ₱oem and Vam₱ire Novel Cha₱ter
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  • Written by Christo₱her Thursday November 17th
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  • 2O22.

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  • Semiramis On The Night of The Hunter’s Moon

    October 9, 2022 at 10:58 pm (Detective story, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic romance, History, International Intrigue, News, Personal essays, Philosophy, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

    Semiramis the Queen of Babylon on the Night of The Hunter’s Moon

    The full moon in October is called the Hunter’s Moon.

    And Semiramis the Queen of Babylon was out standing in the moonlight in the backyard gardens and gazebo grounds of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s colossal West London estate.

    The Queen of Babylon was not sure why she was there on this night of all nights.

    The Night of the Hunter’s Moon.

    She just felt drawn to come here tonight for some reason.

    The Hunter’s Moon, Semiramis thought.

    Interesting as she recalled her husband Nimrod of many millenia ago was called in Genesis Chapter 10 “a mighty hunter against the Lord”.

    Today Nimrod the once “mighty man” is a little green frog who is occasionally seen in the company of the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith, is also seen in the company of the cigarette smoking demon Asmodeus and also serves as an advisor to NASA on the Artemis moon rocket program (even though he knows nothing whatsoever about building moon rockets).

    Semiramis suddenly heard footsteps approaching as she stood alongside the gazebo landing.

    It was Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing approaching.

    In his right hand he carried a suitcase containing video footage of Russian President Vladimir Putin making out with various high-priced escort call girls in the Catherine The Great Moscow Hilton Hotel in downtown Moscow Russia which is owned by Madame Natasha Rachmaninoff.

    Van Helsing and Set Enterprises were hoping to use the video footage to blackmail Putin and prevent him from launching a nuclear attack on Ukraine or the West.

    Van Helsing could have sent the video footage to Set Enterprises via the Internet but thought the video footage might be destroyed by Russian hackers or the American CIA’s Science and Research Division (that had been headed by the Operation Paperclip landed immigrant Nazi vampire Dr. Eichmann Mengele since 1950) which wanted global nuclear war or Google just because the technocrats who run Google are a bunch of assholes.

    “Van Helsing,” Semiramis gasped.

    The Queen of Babylon had encountered Van Helsing on previous occasions.

    “Semiramis,” Van Helsing acknowledged the Queen of Babylon.

    “Has anyone ever told you that you’re the spitting image of Carson Cody Albion the private eye?” Semiramis asked.

    “A few people have told me that,” Van Helsing answered, “Isn’t Carson Cody Albion the private eye supposed to be immortal? In the same way that Sherrielock Holmes the lesser known twin sister of Sherlock Holmes is likewise literally immortal? Although Sherrielock became immortal as a result of eating a Lingzhi Supernatural Mushroom omelette and drinking a Lingzhi Supernatural Mushroom milkshake. I have no how idea how Carson Cody Albion became literally immortal.”

    “Rumour has it,” Semiramis answered, “that he became immortal after drinking milk from the sexy incredible well endowed breasts of my very beautiful and very young looking mother the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis.”

    “Really,” Van Helsing was intrigued, “Any idea where your mother is now?”.

    “None, whatsoever,” Semiramis replied.

    Van Helsing loked disappointed.

    He’d have to continue searching for Ponce de Leon’s Fountain of Youth in Florida.

    A sudden rumble came from the night sky.

    Semiramis and Van Helsing looked up.

    It was the Celtic stag god Cernunnos chasing a demon elk.

    A couple of years ago a Calgary based geopolitical analyst friend of Renfield’s had written a blog post (out of the blue) about a demon elk seated on a throne in Rome’s catacombs who was being worshipped by a group of Cardinals and Western world political leaders.

    Today at the Spanish language evangelical church the geopolitical analyst attended a woman described an experience she had this past Tuesday where she had encountered a demonic looking elk on a highway in Idaho.

    The elk smashed her windshield and the woman had to keep her eyes closed so that the glass that covered her face wouldn’t enter her eyes and she’d go blind.

    She was rushed to hospital by ambulance where all the glass that surrounded her eyes was carefully removed and thanks to prayer and the amazing team of doctors and nurses, her eyes were saved.

    That same Tuesday the geopolitical analyst was having a dream about the Celtic stag god Cernunnos hunting a demon elk.

    He was awakened by his bozo landlord who needed to get into his room to the electric control panel in his room so he could momentarily shut off all the power in the house.

    The bozo landlord did so.

    And did so without stepping on the geopolitical analyst’s tablet that was being charged on the floor.

    However the landlord was making such a racket upstairs, the geopolitical analyst decided to go get a haircut as he needed one.

    When he got home, he was shocked to discover his tablet and his cord and plug in complete disarray on the floor as the bozo landlord had stepped all over it.

    His tablet that had a perfect appearance for years was now full of cracks.

    He had been getting severe eyestrain the past few days from trying to read and write on it.

    But that was obviously nothing to the terror that this woman in his church must have felt this past Tuesday over the fact that she could possibly go blind with her face and eyelids covered in glass from the broken windshield on her car after her car made contact with a demonic looking elk on a road in Idaho.

    Ironically enough, the geopolitical analyst had recently written a blog post about Australia’s notorious Uncle Ernie on a road in Idaho.

    And then this woman’s testimony regarding her eyes and eyesight in Church on this Sunday October 9th 2022.

    Another amazing thing is this Calgary based geopolitical analyst was raised Anglican and in the Canadian Anglican Book of Common Prayer, October 9th is the Memorial Commemorative Date of Robert Grosseteste a scholar who became the Bishop of Lincoln and died in the year 1253.

    Robert Grosseteste studied the science of optics and wrote extensively on the subject.

    He also invented the first pair of glasses ever invented in medieval Europe.

    Robert Grosseteste also taught the young Roger Bacon science.

    Roger Bacon was also the medieval philosopher who invented the Baconian scientific method (It can be found in Roger Bacon’s Magnum Opus which was one of the geopolitical analyst’s favourite books in the Medieval Philosophy class he took at the University of Alberta)).

    Scholars of the Enlightenment couldn’t handle the idea of a 13th Century Franciscan monk inventing the Baconian Scientific Method so they lied and claimed that it was the late 16th and early 17th Century Protestant and Rosicrucian Freemason Francis Bacon (who conveniently had the same last name) that came up with the Baconian scientific method.

    So in a matter dealing with eyes, a geopolitical analyst has had severe eyestrain the past week from trying to read and write on a cracked tablet, a woman almost lost her eyesight after her car windshield came crashing in during an encounter with a demonic looking elk on an Idaho highway and the geopolitical analyst found all this out in Church on the Anglican Memorial Commemorative Day of Robert Grosseteste the Bishop of Lincoln who studied the science of Optics and invented the first pair of eye glasses in medieval Europe.

    A dream about a demon elk, an actual encounter with a demonic looking elk this past Tuesday.

    Anything else?

    Well the Calgary based geopolitical analyst almost died from severe food poisoning as a kid from eating a piece of undercooked wild game animal meat from… an elk.

    “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
    -Hamlet, Act I, Scene v, lines 167-168.

    -A vampire novel chapter
    written by Christopher
    Sunday October 9th

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    Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II Dies At Age 96 In The Platinum Jubilee Year of Her Reign

    September 8, 2022 at 8:26 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Obituaries, Personal essays) ()

    Queen Elizabeth II

    She was born in an age of civility and grace.

    As the world and its morals and culture rapidly descended into barbarism, savagery and decadence around her, she remained a steadfast symbol of that long lost bygone age.

    Her death truly marks the end of an era.

    R.I.P Your Majesty.

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    Mikhail Gorbachev Dies At Age 91

    August 30, 2022 at 9:52 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Obituaries, Personal essays) (, )

    Mikhail Gorbachev
    The last leader of the Soviet Union

    Mikhail Sergeyevich Gorbachev (March 2nd 1931-August 30th 2022) the former President of the Soviet Union and the former General-Secretary of the Soviet Communist Party has died at the age of 91.

    He peacefully ended the Cold War, allowed the dismantling of the Berlin Wall and allowed the nations of Central and Eastern Europe to leave the Soviet Warsaw Pact orbit.

    Gorbachev was a Russian equivalent of Czechoslovakian President Alexander Dubcek (the architect of the 1968 Prague Spring) – he tried to bring about “Communism with a human face” but as some wise commentator noted, “He was trying to reform the irreformable.”

    The USSR collapsed in 1991 and in 1999 U.S. President Bill Clinton launched a 78 day NATO bombing campaign against Serbia (a long standing ally of Russia) and as a result Russian President Boris Yeltsin spent the spring and summer of 1999 appointing and then firing Prime Ministers left, right and center until he could finally find one who’d stand up against the West (who refused to regard Russia as an equal partner).

    He finally found one in Vladimir Putin whom he appointed Prime Minister of Russia on August 9th 1999.

    Yeltsin resigned as President of Russia on the last day of December 1999 and Putin became President.

    Of course the brainless mainstream media in the West would not see the connection between the hare brained foreign policies of Bill Clinton and his airheaded Secretary of State Madeleine Albright (for whom a more appropriate name would have been Madeleine Halfbright) and the advent of Vladimir Putin.

    Now Gorbachev who hoped for a world of peace between East and West has died.

    And Stalinists and Trotskyites in a final reunited front now run the Democratic Party in the U.S. and the Federal Liberal Party of Canada.

    The last of the Alexander Dubcek style reform Communists have died with Gorbachev.

    R.I.P. Mikhail Gorbachev.

    -An obituary and personal essay
    written by Christopher
    Tuesday August 30th

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    What’s Been Happening In This Writer’s Life

    March 7, 2022 at 11:32 pm (Life, Personal essays)

    Well I’ve finally found a new place to live.

    I moved out of the room in the trailer where I was living Thursday night February 17th.

    Because a new owner was taking possession of the trailer on Friday February 18th and he didn’t want any roommates or tenants.

    So I stayed at a friend since then.

    I didn’t think it was going to take me so long to find a new place but it did.

    One of the reasons I suspect was I didn’t have an up to date smart phone that could operate on a contemporary cellular mobile service.

    I have since discovered during this time period that nobody reads emails anymore.

    They just rely on phone- either chat or text messaging.

    I had sent emails to a few friends asking for help finding a new place or even if they knew of someone with a recent smart phone they no longer use that they could give me to put a new sin card in.

    But I never heard back from any of them.

    And landlords I emailed, I never heard back from any of them save one.

    And he’s the one whose place I’m now in.

    During this time I was without a permanent place to call home, major news happened.

    Canada’s would be Neo-Stalinist tyrant Justin Trudeau and his Nazi/Communist hybrid hag henchwoman Chrystia Freeland proclaimed an Emergencies Act and then backtracked when they realized the bill would be defeated in the Senate.

    But the diabolic duo still haven’t returned the money they seized in political dissidents’ bank accounts.

    Then Putin invaded Ukraine.

    All this stuff would have normally captured my full attention but it did not because I was busy looking for a new place.

    Well now I’m in one.

    And ready to take on the world.

    Which is awash and overflowing with villains.

    And where very few heros and heroines are to be found.


    Cary Grant and Priscilla Lane are shocked to discover what senile old fool Joe Biden leaves behind on his Oval Office chair when he gets up from behind the desk

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    I Don’t Care What They Say I Won’t Live In A World Without WiFi

    February 7, 2022 at 8:55 pm (Personal essays)

    Veronica Lake: She wants to live in a world with Dracul Van Helsing

    There was an early 1960s song whose lyrics went, “I don’t care what they say, I won’t live in a world without love.”

    I remember a friend of mine and I once saw a movie about Adolf Hitler and his last days.

    There was one scene where a crying woman was clinging to him and saying “You’re my Fuhrer forever.”

    My friend whispered to me, “What a stupid woman. Her favourite song must be, I don’t care what they say. I won’t live in a world without German National Socialism.”

    Today most of the world’s politicians don’t want to live in a world without German National Socialism.

    Or they don’t want to live in a world without Stalinist/Maoist totalitarianism.

    Take your pick.

    Anyhow the trailer where I rent a room in is being sold to a new owner this February 18th.

    I’ve still been unable to find a new place.

    My roommates found one that they’re sharing and moved to their new place today.

    I found out to my horror yesterday that it wasn’t the landlord who provided WiFi for the trailer.

    It was one of my roommates.

    And he canceled WiFi to the trailer yesterday afternoon.

    To have it set up in his new place for today.

    That’s why I didn’t post last night.

    I had no WiFi.

    It was hard being 24 hours without WiFi.

    I found a nearby restaurant with free WiFi tonight.

    As I told a friend of mine tonight, I’ve discovered that it’s blogging that’s my greatest weapon against my clinical depression.

    If I can’t research and write for my blog, it’s quite stressful.

    For my friends who pray, please pray that I soon find an inexpensive place with free WiFi.

    In the meantime my fictional character of British MP Renfield R. Renfield is also pissed because he was unable to blast the total scumbags and Fascist pigs in the Ottawa Police Service for acting like the reincarnation of the SS and Gestapo in downtown Ottawa last night.


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    I’m Taking A Break From WordPress For A While

    January 16, 2022 at 10:02 pm (Life, Personal essays)

    Starting tomorrow I’ll be taking a break from WordPress for a while.

    Earlier this month, I got an email from my social worker that they’ll be cutting off my government disability pension.

    Without this, I won’t have any money for rent or food.

    Trying to do something about this has been affected by other things.

    A week or so ago the water pipes in the trailer I’m in burst so there was no running water for a few days.

    My roommates do not take hot showers but I do so I was going crazy over not being able to take a shower.

    Then the electricity in the trailer went out the day a plumber came to fix the pipes.

    We thought it was a fuse in the trailer but it turned out to be a power outage in the whole neighbourhood.

    The outage lasted two days before it was fixed.

    Apparently power outages had been occurring all over southern Alberta in that time period.

    According to an article I read written by Medicine Hat-Cypress Hills Independent MLA Drew Barnes (who was unceremoniously booted out of the governing United Conservative Party caucus by Alberta’s Neo-Fascist tyrant Premier Jason Kenney for daring to oppose vaccine mandates), the outages were caused by the previous brainless semi-Marxist socialist New Democratic Party government of Rachel Notley (whose last name should really be pronounced Nutley) who decided to shut down the number of coal powered plants in Alberta that previously produced electricity and make use of what is called “clean green renewable energy alternatives”. It turned out that the “clean green renewable energy alternatives” so beloved by Rachel Nutley, California’s living dead zombie Gov. Gavin Newsom and the Pachamama worshipping Communist Pope Francis don’t produce as much watts of electricity as those old coal powered plants.

    I had sent my social worker an email asking to explain why my government disabilty pension is cut off but I haven’t heard back from her and it’s been a week.

    For those who wonder why I don’t phone her, it’s because I can’t afford to get on a mobile phone network because my disabilty pension is so little but it is enough for food and rent.

    I rely on free wi-fi in the places where I rent in order to be able to communicate with the outside world via my ancient smart phone and antiquated tablet.

    So now hopefully that the water and electricity is back on and working in the trailer, I can now see if I can get reinstated on my government disabilty pension.

    Dealing with government bureaucracy is always a major pain in the ass so I’m going to have to concentrate on dealing with that.

    Which means no time to spend researching geopolitics, current events, history and literature in order to write my vampire novel geopolitical satire chapters and my poetry.

    I have taken a break from WordPress a couple of times in the past but on those occasions I was suffering burnout and needed to refresh my mind.

    This time I’m still brimming with ideas to write about but I need to concentrate on getting my government disability pension restored in order that I can continue to have food and shelter.

    The assholes at the Calgary Dream Center (that alleged charity that supposedly helps homeless people get back on their feet which explains why they kicked me down) had been giving me a hard time the past 2 years.

    Now that I’m away from their nefarious Mark of the Beast influences, Alberta Social Services now wants to give me a hard time by cutting off my government disability pension.

    So I don’t know when I’ll be back on WordPress.

    If I can get my government disability pension restored, then I’ll be back on WordPress.

    Contemplating the sad announcement that I’ll be taking a break from WordPress for a while.

    -A personal essay written by Christopher
    Saturday January 16th 2022

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    The Night of Saint Nicholas

    December 6, 2021 at 9:28 pm (Christmas, Culture, Folklore, History, Personal essays) (, , , , , , , , , )

    It was December 6th 2021.

    December 6th was the Feast Day of Saint Nicholas.

    Saint Nicholas was the bishop of Myra in Asia Minor (what is now modern day Turkey).

    He was known for his generous gifts to poor people.

    He was also the Patron Saint of Children.

    As such he was noted for giving gifts on the night of his Feast Day of Saint Nicholas when in Medieval Europe a person dressed up as the bishop Saint Nicholas would go around giving gifts to children in the respective village or town.

    Later it became the saying that Saint Nicholas only gave presents to good children on his Feast Day.

    And the figure of Krampus (a demon goat) was invented who was said to whip naughty children on the night before Saint Nicholas’ Day which was called Krampusnacht (December 5th).

    And the really bad children (like Bill Gates and Dr. Anthony Fauci) it was said he put in a sack and carried down to Hell on that night.

    In the centuries following the Reformation, the custom started developing in some towns and regions that it was Saint Nicholas who gave out gifts right at Christmas.

    And eventually the idea developed that it was not the 4th Century bishop who gave out gifts on Christmas Eve but rather a very tall elf who wore a red costume and was white bearded and was called Santa Claus (the English equivalent of Sinterklaas which was the Dutch name for Saint Nicholas).

    The more recent contemporary folklore mythology expanded to say that Santa Claus lived at the North Pole, had a magic sled pulled by seven magic reindeer (Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen) plus an eighth very shiney red nosed reindeer named Rudolph who guided the sled by the light of his nose and they delivered presents to all of the good children of the world all on one night.

    However for a thousand years from 500 AD to 1500 AD, it was not the jolly old elf Santa Claus or the 4th Century bishop Saint Nicholas who brought gifts to children on Christmas Eve but rather Das Christkind (which literally translates to Christ Child).

    Yes for much of Christianity’s long history, it was the Christ Child Himself who brought gifts to children on Christmas Eve.

    Jesus would come down from Heaven and would resume the form He had when He was 5 or 6 years old and bring gifts to children that night.

    The tradition was for children to do good deeds during the Season of Advent.

    On the first day of Advent, a crib or creche was brought into the home.

    Every time a child did a good deed, he or she would be allowed to put a piece of straw on the crib.

    If there was enough straw on the crib, Das Christkind or the Christ Child would lay on the crib in the children’s home the night before Christmas.

    And the Christ Child would give gifts to children on Christmas morning.

    On the night of December 23rd, the crib or creche was placed behind a veil in the home.

    If the child looked behind the veil before 7 PM on Christmas Eve, Das Christkind (the Christ Child) would not come on Christmas Eve.

    At 7 PM on Christmas Eve, the father would part the veil.

    And there in the crib would be placed a figure of the Christ Child.

    And on Christmas morn there would be found gifts for the children.

    But the Christ Child as the bringer of gifts on Christmas Eve would later be replaced by the 4th Century bishop Saint Nicholas of Myra (who originally brought gifts on his own feast day on December 6th) and later replaced by the jolly old elf Santa Claus (whose myth was inspired by Clement Moore’s 19th Century poem The Night Before Christmas and early and mid-20th Century Coca-Cola ads).

    A long journey to take Christ out of Christmas.

    Forgetting without Christ, there would be no Christmas.

    -A historical essay
    written by Christopher
    Monday December 6th

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    Just Another Day In Paradise (I’m Being Sarcastic)

    November 26, 2021 at 10:03 pm (Aesthetics, Culture, Life, Personal essays, Vampire novel) (, , )

    One of my favourite songs from the 1980s was Phil Collins’ Just Another Day In Paradise.

    Anyhow in this paradise of 2020-2021 (where a virus is worshipped as a god determining our lives, our jobs, where we go, who we associate with and what we do), I started off the day being banned from Facebook for a remark I made comparing today’s Austria to that of Adolf Hitler’s Nazi Anschluss Austria.

    I didn’t know Facebook CEO Snark Suckaturd (as my friend Daniel calls him) was on such good terms with Austria’s current Fascist pig chancellor Alexander Schallenberg but I guess these two must be playing a game of Roll Me Over In The Clover while engaging in Buttocks Cuddles on the Emerald Isle of Ireland.

    Then after being banned from Facebook, I was then formally evicted from the homeless shelter I’m in by the end of this month.

    So it’s two days before my birthday and less than a month before Christmas and I know not where I’ll be spending December.

    On the plus side, I offended some Nazi asshole.

    Someone had reblogged my post from yesterday Towards Christmas on their site.

    Some whining, snivelling, diaper wetting and pablum puking Nazi crybaby took issue with my lines

    “People have always tried to prevent Christmas
    From Judea’s King Herod
    To Hitler who called it Julfest the Winter Solstice”

    The Nazi crybaby snivelled in his comment on the re-blog,

    “This is both condescending and unfair.”

    It’s best to hear that comment in one’s mind as being spoken in the lisping limpwristed pansy like voice of writer Truman Capote.

    For it probably was.

    The guy is probably about as fruity as Ernst Rohm and his Brownshirts were.

    It may be condescending and unfair but it’s also historically accurate.

    Hitler did change the name of the December holiday from Christmas to Winter Solstice Festival during the early 1940s.

    So get over it you Nazi asshole.

    He then whines and snivels about “Idiot deracinated Americans”.

    I don’t know who he’s talking about but I’m a Canadian proud of my Irish, Scots and English heritage.

    He talks about “husks of people” possibly referring to his own unique eunuch status in life.

    I never knew that today’s Nazis were as big whining snivelling crybabies as today’s Cultural Marxist ‘woke’ brainless zombie youth but apparently they are.

    Both need to be taken behind the woodshed to be paddled into real manhood.

    . . .

    Today’s vampire novel chapter:

    Pan Goatee went for a walk down to the park.

    Yesterday during his walk he had encountered a fat ugly blimp.

    No doubt the blimp had been given permission by her genetic creator Dr. Anthony Fauci to wander around ruining people’s days.

    Goatee had beheaded the fat ugly blimp and cut her up into 999 trillion pieces.

    Then on his way back to where he was currently staying, he saw another pair of uglos so beheaded them as well.

    Hoping not to run into uglos today did not happen.

    A hideous repulsively ugly uglo was trying to walk on the ice on the river.

    Goatee beheaded the ugly looking gargoyle remarking, “If you’re going to walk around on the ice as repulsively ugly looking as you are, do the world a favour and fall in.”

    He then cut her up into 999 trillion pieces.

    On the way back to where he was staying, he ran into another ugly woman so beheaded her as well and cut her up into 999 trillion pieces.

    “When is Fauci going to be tried with crimes against humanity?” Goatee wondered as he wiped the blood off his astral laser machete.

    -A personal essay
    vampire novel chapter
    written by Christopher
    Friday November 26th

    Wishing all uglos, Nazis, Fascists, Communists and ‘woke’ brainless zombies
    A very Pan Goatee Christmas

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