Robur The Conquerer II In Havana
Havana, Cuba.
The individual called Robur The Conquerer II sat in a Havana jazz lounge drinking rum and Coca-Cola.
As the melodies of Cuban jazz played on Spanish guitar filtered through the night air, Robur watched convertible cars of the late 1950s drive by.
One of the benefits of the U.S. trade embargo, Robur thought to himself.
Cuba was a land of classic cars.
It would definitely survive a Kim Jong-un inspired Electro-Magnetic Pulse (EMP) attack on North America.
Drivers in the U.S. would see their motor vehicles with their fancy computer and GPS systems come to a crashing halt (perhaps quite literally). While here in Cuba, the automobiles of the 1950s would continue to drive. Perhaps one of the vehicles might become demonically possessed like the 1958 Plymouth Fury in Stephen King’s novel Christine but no harm done.
For Robur was a Luciferian like his DNA genetic parent Albert Pike (Robur had been genetically cloned in a lab in Knoxville, Tennessee back in 1966 from the DNA from locks of hair belonging to the Confederate Brigadier-General, Ku Klux Klan founder and longtime head of Scottish Rite Freemasonry in North America).
Yes, Robur was Luciferian but he wasn’t yet Libertarian like an acquaintance of his Robert (who because he went by the French pronunciation of his name sounded phonetically like his own Jules Verne inspired character name).
The last he had heard was that his friend Robert was busy promoting his combined Luciferian and Libertarian philosophies up in a homeless shelter in Canada telling his fellow homeless that Luciferianism and Libertarianism were the keys to success.
Robur finished his rum and coke and waved to the waitress to bring him another.
Then the would-be conqueror and master of the world (like the title of French novelist Jules Verne’s books about the original Robur) leaned back in his chair and looked up at the Caribbean night sky.
Ah, Havana,
Havana was to have been the capital of the huge nation that his DNA genetic parent Albert Pike had envisioned.
A nation that would be made up of the Confederate States of America, Mexico, Central America, northern South America and the Caribbean.
The huge superstate would form a perfect circle- a golden circle- united in a surplus of goods, gold, resources and slaves. And the eye and center of this circle would be Havana, Cuba. Hence why Havana would be the capital of the Golden Circle superstate run by the Knights of the Golden Circle.
But the superstate never came to pass.
The Confederate States of America had gone and lost the bloody Civil War.
Britain and France had covertly backed the Confederacy. Czarist Russia had openly backed the Union.
Napoleon III was to pull his French troops out of Mexico in 1866 in the wake of the Union victory the year before.
The North American British colonies of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Lower Canada (Quebec) and Upper Canada (Ontario) united into the Dominion of Canada in the wake of the Union victory to stand together against a possible American invasion.
Meanwhile the Union on good terms with Czarist Russia had purchased the territory of Alaska from the Czarist government in 1867.
But despite that, some 141 years after the purchase, Sarah Palin, while campaigning for the U.S. Vice-Presidency in 2008, claimed that she was still able to see Russia from her house.
Robur Pike saw a shooting star in the heavens at that moment.
He smiled.
Some star was descending.
While his own star would be ascending.
Albert Pike’s dream was not dead..
His Knights of the Golden Circle superstate would yet be born.
Havana would be its capital.
The Golden Circle superstate had only been delayed. Not destroyed.
The Union that Lincoln had fought for would go down in flames.
The new kid on the block in Washington DC – Donald Trump – would see to that.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 1st
2017.
Robur The Conquerer II and The Black Hand
The individual they called Robur the Conquerer II (who was a genetic clone of Confederate Brigadier-General Albert Pike- created in a Knoxville Tennessee genetics lab by Operation Paperclip Nazi scientist Dr. Eckhart Fromm back in 1966) sailed in his airship The Albatross II high above Quebec City, Canada.
And down in the streets of Quebec City, a severed charcoal burnt Black Hand crawled along the cobbled pavements clutching a blood stained Swastika flag.
–A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday January 30th
2017.
Nazi Scientist Eckhart Fromm and His Attempt At Human Genetic Cloning
Nazi Scientist Eckhart Fromm and His Attempt At Human Genetic Cloning
“Did the Nazis ever do genetic cloning?” Amadeus Emanon asked the contemporary world’s leading genetic cloning scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher of Set Enterprises.
“They probably would have if the Third Reich hadn’t lost the Second World War,” Dr. Cadbury Rocher put a plate of tea and crumpets above an untouched dish of sauerkraut, “they were headed in that direction.”
“So no Nazi genetic cloning then eh?” Amadeus bit into a crumpet.
“Well there was a Nazi scientist Dr. Eckhart Fromm brought into the U.S. through Operation Paperclip,” Dr. Rocher reflected, “there were rumours that he had cloned an individual from locks of hair of an historical personage while working in a laboratory in Knoxville, Tennessee back in the 1960s.”
“Dr. Fromm just cloned this one individual?” Amadeus asked.
“That’s right,” Dr. Rocher nodded, “he’d have probably cloned more but when he decided to try the art of parachuting one fine day in 1966, he made the mistake of grabbing the pilot’s knapsack instead of the parachute before jumping out of the plane. The resulting deadly impact promptly put an end to any future cloning plans he might have had.”
“And who was this historical personage that Dr. Fromm was supposed to have cloned from locks of hair?” Amadeus inquired.
“Confederate Brigadier-General Albert Pike,” Dr. Rocher replied.
“I see,” Amadeus nodded.
“I’m being called back to the lab on an emergency involving Paris Trojanus the kleptomaniac grizzly and a 19th Century Siberian bear trap,” Dr. Rocher stated as he checked the text messages on his smart phone.
When Dr. Rocher left the room, Amadeus wondered what had become of the Albert Pike clone.
Meanwhile high above the skies of London, the mysterious individual who called himself Robur The Conquerer II flew in his space soaring plane.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday October 4th
2016.
Dracul Van Helsing 
Pike’s Plan
February 3, 2017 at 12:43 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Vampire novel) (Abracadabra genetic cloning, Albert Pike, Cuba, Cuban President Raul Castro, Fidel Castro, Havana Cuba, Hugo Chavez, Nicolas Maduro, Raul Castro, Robur Pike, Robur The Conquerer, Robur The Conquerer II, Salaman The Magician, Vampire novel, Venezuela, Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro)
Yes, the Golden Circle superstate would come into existence, Robur Pike reflected.
And Havana, Cuba would be its capital.
But of course something would have to be done about Cuban President Raul Castro.
Fortunately Cuban Revolution senior statesman Fidel Castro had done the Knights of the Golden Circle a favour and kicked the bucket back in November.
But Cuban President Raul Castro was still alive and kicking.
And plotting to establish a Marxist New World Order that would receive the Apostolic Blessing of Pope Francis.
Robur Pike figured he’d better nip that in the bud right away.
He crushed a white rose and a red rose that he had bought from an elderly Cuban woman who was selling roses in the cafe.
Pike already knew how Raul Castro would be killed. And by whom.
. . .
Salaman the Magician was in Caracas, Venezuela.
In addition to being a successful stage magician, Salaman was also a successful hypnotist.
And he had been hired by a certain individual to hypnotize Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro.
Which is what he was currently doing at the moment.
“Nicolas,” Salaman spoke softly, “listen to me. I am the ghost of Comrade Chavez.”
“You are the ghost of Comrade Chavez,” Maduro spoke in a zombie like voice.
You shall do exactly as I say,” Salaman directed.
“I shall do exactly as you say, Comrade Hugo,” Maduro continued his impersonation of American actor Chuck Norris at his dramatic speaking voice best.
. . .
Raul Castro got off the phone.
He looked at his aide Juan Ernesto Garcia.
“I just got the most peculiar phone call from President Maduro of Venezuela,” Castro pushed the Freeze button on the DVD of the movie The Manchurian Candidate that he had been watching.
“Really?” Juan gave his leader his undivided attention.
“Yes, he needs to see me right away for some reason,” Castro frowned, “he says he’s flying to Havana tonight in his private jet.”
Meanwhile at Havana Airport, another private jet was flying out of the country. Headed towards the Middle East. Robur Pike bid the lights of Havana good-bye from his window.
He then lay back in his plane’s hot tub, sipped on a martini and thanked Lucifer that he wasn’t a Syrian refugee.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 1st
2017.
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