Alexei Navalny Flown To Germany

August 22, 2020 at 10:17 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Spy Tales, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Russian Opposition leader Alexei Navalny was flown from Siberia to Berlin, Germany for medical treatment.

Mr. Navalny had fallen ill during a flight from Tomsk Siberia to Moscow this past Thursday.

Disturbing video shot on the plane showed Mr. Navalny howling in agony on the flight before he collapsed into a coma.

His supporters believe that a cup of tea he drank at a Tomsk airport cafe had been poisoned.

The plane made an emergency landing in Omsk Siberia where Mr. Navalny was taken to hospital.

Mr. Navalny’s personal physician Anastasia Vasilieva was not allowed to see him while he was in hospital in Russia.

British MP Renfield R. Renfield speculated that it was because doctors at the hospital in Omsk were trying to cover up traces that Mr. Navalny had indeed been poisoned and doing so on the Kremlin’s orders.

Doctors at the hospital in Omsk on Friday spent most of the day twiddling their thumbs when it came to signing paper work to fly Mr. Navalny to Germany.

Finally early Saturday morning Mr. Navalny was granted permission by Omsk doctors to leave and a medical evacuation flight paid for by the German organization Cinema For Peace landed the Russian Opposition leader at Tegel airport in Berlin where he was taken to the German capital’s Charite Hospital for treatment.

Mr. Navalny’s possible poisoning was only one in a long string of poisonings done to Mr. Putin’s opponents over the years, Mr. Renfield pointed out.

Alexander Litvinenko an FSB defector had been poisoned by radioactive polonium-210 in London, England back in November 2006.

Sergei Skripal (a GRU officer who defected to the UK) and his daughter Yulia were poisoned with a Russian developed Novichok nerve agent in March 2018.

Unlike Mr. Litvinenko who died, the Skripals recovered from their poisoning.

Although a UK citizen exposed to the nerve agent during the Skripal poisoning died.

The Russian Foreign Ministry always denied that the Russian state was responsible for the poisoning of Mr. Putin’s opponents with the same vigour that the Washington Post, New York Times, CNN, MSNBC and Global News Canada disinformation branches of the New World Order Ministry of Propoganda denied that those rioting, looting and burning in various inner cities across the U.S. were anything but “peaceful protestors”.

Renfield told his parliamentary colleague the Welsh vampiress Morgana that he had already made his move against Putin for the latest poisoning of one of the Russian leader’s political opponents.

“Mr. Putin seems to fancy himself more of a Byzantine Emperor than a Russian Czar,” Renfield explained to Morgana, “since that seemed to be the favourite method used by Byzantine Emperors for doing in their opponents- poisoning.”

Meanwhile in Moscow as a Harvey Wallbanger drinking Kremlin guard was removed from duty for claiming that a 6 foot 8 tall bunny rabbit with big pink floppety ears and holding a hypodermic needle syringe in his upper right paw was wandering the Kremlin halls, minutes later Vladimir Putin suddenly experienced a sharp sensation in his buttocks as if he was jabbed there.

Renfield later spoke to his friend Amadeus Emanon via Skype, “Did I tell you that Dr. Cadbury Rocher has developed a serum that when injected into a person’s buttocks can give that person the worst case of hemmorhoids in all recorded history?”.

“What’s the purpose of that?” Amadeus asked as he ate a hard boiled egg.

Meanwhile in the Kremlin, Vladimir Putin started screaming his head off when he tried to sit down.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday August 22nd
2020.

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Vampire Set’s Night On The Town- Berlin 1927

February 13, 2017 at 12:11 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

The billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set was in the Mephisto Lounge in Berlin. He wasn’t sure how many cabarets he had been visiting this evening. For he had been drinking a lot. And it had been alcohol. And not blood.

An alcohol hazed memory of the murder of his brother Osiris came back to him.

Set's Murder of His Brother Osiris Appeared Different In An Alcoholic Haze

That’s funny, Set thought to himself. He didn’t recall Bastet being there when he invited Osiris to inhabit the box which he was to close and later bodily dismember Osiris into 14 pieces. He wondered as he chewed an olive he found in his jacket sleeve pocket (from a martini in a previous nightspot) if that was the origin of the expression, “Has the cat got your tongue?”. Perhaps the Egyptian cat goddess Bastet had Osiris’.

No sooner had Set thought this profound thought when he was confronted by the sight of the devil Mephistopheles standing before him.

In the Mephisto Lounge, the waiters were dressed like Mephistopheles And when ordering from the menu, you’d have to agree to sell your soul before they took your order.

You signed the document in blood but if you were squeamish about that, they would accept red ink.

Set agreed to sell his soul in order to get a beer.

In another corner of the lounge, two men were watching and observing Set.

Both men were with British Intelligence.

“Did you find out about his background?” One man Thomas asked the other man Henry.

“Well,” Henry took out his notebook, “he’s apparently Egyptian. There’s no record of him prior to his suddenly showing up in a Cairo nightclub in November of 1918. The past several years he’s lived in London, New York and Chicago. He moved to Berlin in 1925.”

“And what are his political sympathies?” Thomas asked.

“Well, he’s attended several meetings of the German National Socialist Workers’ Party to hear that fellow Corporal Hitler speak,” Henry answered.

“I see,” Thomas looked thoughtful, “and he apparently still owns property in England?”.

“Affirmative,” Henry nodded.

“This fixation he has with Nazism,” Thomas inquired, “Do you suppose he’s racist?”.

“I have no idea,” Henry shrugged.

Thomas pondered the question for a moment.

Then he lit his pipe, blew smoke rings and looked up at the ceiling.

“I suppose there’s one way to find out,” Thomas breathed in the Egyptian tobacco.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 8th
2017.

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Egyptian Vampiric God of Darkness Set On An Evening In Berlin 1927

February 10, 2017 at 1:17 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

It was the year 1927 and the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set was living in Berlin.

It had been almost 9 years years since Set had had his tomb in Egypt dug up by British archaeologist Dr. Edgar Lovecraft Ashbury back on November 11th 1918 (the same day that the Armistice had been signed ending the Great War- the war that later generations would call the First World War).

Set was living in a luxurious Berlin apartment with his girlfriend the famous 1920s Berlin dominatrix the Baroness Erika Von Sade.

Set felt quite at home in the decadence and debauchery of 1920s Berlin.

It would have been what Egypt would have been like if he had been allowed to rule the land instead of his brother Osiris. He had of course bodily dismembered his goodly goody two shoes (made of Nile River reeds) brother Osiris. But unfortunately his sister and sister-in-law (for she was Osiris’ wife) Isis had found all the body parts of Osiris (save one) and put Osiris back together again.

Osiris tried to be a good Pharaoh again but it just wasn’t the same since he fell to pieces (or rather was carved to pieces by his brother Set).

Isis never did recover Osiris’ severed phallus. And his wooden phallus (by which he and Isis managed to conceive their son Horus) didn’t quite feel like the real thing (to quote a Coca-Cola ad from the distant future).

So Osiris wrote a sad song whose lyrics in ancient Egyptian said, “I’m not half the man I used to be” (the lyrics were later translated into English by the Beatles in the 1960s). Osiris later fell into a deep sleep under a black magic spell cast by Set who exiled his brother to a planet near the star Sirius for a few thousand years.

Horus, to avenge his father Osiris, buried Set alive in a tomb for a few thousand years.

Then that tomb had been dug up by Dr. Edgar Lovecraft Ashbury in 1918.

Set had escaped, gone into the U.S. bootlegging business with Al Capone, made a killing (his partner Big Al had made even more killings) and was using the proceeds to live the high life in Berlin.

Set was getting dressed to go out for a night on the town in Berlin on this particular evening in 1927.

“Which cabaret will you be visiting tonight, sir?” His valet Hans Franz Benz asked him.

“I’m not sure, Hans,” Set selected the red tie to go with the colour of his victims’ neck bites and the resulting liquid flow.

“I believe your favourite lounge singer Marlene Dietrich is singing at one of the clubs tonight, sir,” Hans tied the tie for Set.

“Really? I’ll have to go to that club,” Set decided not to go with the wooden shoes from Holland on the off chance some vampire hunter might use one of his shoes for a wooden stake.

“Did you spend the day sleeping in your sarcophagus, sir,?” Hans inquired.

“No, I did spend it indoors out of the sun,” Set replied, “I was in an auditorium listening to that dynamic young politician from Bavaria speak.”

“Would that be Adolf Hitler, sir?” Hans selected a pair of black boots with Death’s Head shoe laces.

“That’s the man,” Set smiled showing a huge pair of vampiric incisors, “he says he’s going to make Germany great again.”

“That’s good to hear, sir,” Hans put Set’s arms through his vest.

“I always admire political leaders who are going to make their country great again,” Set selected the gold cufflinks inscribed with the Napoleonic N in a Roman laurel leaf crown.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 8th
2017.

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