Fighting Covid Communism On The Feast Day of Blessed Miguel Pro

November 23, 2020 at 11:58 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Religion, Sorcery, Technology, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

“Today is the Feast Day of Blessed Miguel Pro a Mexican priest who was executed on this date (November 23rd) back in 1927 by the pro-Communist government of Mexican President Plutarcho Elias Calles for daring to say Mass during government imposed lockdowns.
Apparently there was some sort of virus that the Mexican Communist government claimed was raging through the country at the time.
Any resemblance between the Mexico of the 1920s and the world of the 2020s is purely coincidental.
It’s as the late French President Gen. Charles de Gaulle once said, “The more things change, the more they remain the same”.”
-Rev. Fr. Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds, friend of Amadeus Emanon and British MP Renfield R. Renfield

“Of course the official reason the Calles government gave,” Father Saint Edmunds explained to Dulcinea Lucia, “was that Father Miguel was involved in the assassination attempt on the life of former Mexican President Alvaro Obregon. But it was a trumped up charge.”

“Do you think any current governments would execute priests for saying Mass during current Covid lockdowns?” Dulcinea Lucia asked.

“Well I imagine the current Irish government would like to try it,” Father Saint Edmunds reflected aloud, “As well as New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo and California Gov. Gavin Newsom. Probably a few other U.S. governors and Mayors as well if they had the power.”

. . .

Today Pope Francis met with NBA players and NBA league executives to discuss social justice in the United States.

The story was to be announced and reported on a London England local radio station by news announcer Bertie Birmingham.

The station news producer asked the sound man, “Where’s Bertie Birmingham? I haven’t seen him.”

“He’s come down with laryngitis,” the sound engineer answered, “although Britain’s NHS are marking it down on their charts as Covid-19 in compliance with current World Health Organization regulations.”

“Then who’s filling in for Bertie on this news broadcast?” The producer demanded to know.

“Renfield R. Renfield,” the sound engineer replied.

“Shit,” the producer hit his forehead.

Renfield was already starting to report live on-air on the Pope Francis meets NBA story adding his own Renfieldian ad libs, “The Commie loving fag Jesuit on the throne of Peter meets with Commie loving ‘woke’ NBA BLM thug SJWs…”

. . .

The ghost of William F. Buckley Jr. had just been given a daily dispensational pass from the Underworld of Hades and he was currently being interviewed by the ghost of noted British interviewer David Frost who likewise had been given the same daily pass.

“Well you know David I never thought I’d live to see the day that a Communist sodomite was sitting on the throne of Peter and of course I didn’t,” Buckley’s ghost had a wry glint in his eye, “However I have been informed that the Communist wilting flower Francis is soon to be releasing a new book in English (ghost written by somebody else since Francis seems to have a Joe Biden like problem when it comes to coherently expressing himself in the English language or, in the pontiff’s case, expressing himself coherently in any language for that matter) called Let Us Dream in which he sets forth his global Marxist-Leninist nightmare vision for the world. He also seems to suggest that anti-Communists in the world of politics, media, religion and the arts in our current Covid times are comparable to those promoting Nazi and Fascist policies in the 1930s. He seems to forget that that great British gentleman Winston Churchill was both anti-Nazi/Fascist and anti-Communist.”

“So what do you think of today’s world?” Frost asked Buckley.

“Well just today Communist China’s paramount leader Xi Jinping just announced that he’d like to see every citizen on earth, not just in China but on the entire planet, embedded with their own personal bar code,” Buckley’s ghost winced, “and of course Klaus Schwab, Bill Gates and various Transhumanist global technocrats are working on that just in time for our post-Covid world.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday November 23rd
2020.


This woman says she’ll not be taking the Mark of the Beast which is being promoted by Covid Communists and globalist Transhumanist technocrats.

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Father Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds: Pan, Pandemic and Pandemonium

November 22, 2020 at 11:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

The Rev. Father Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds (who was the Church of England’s leading exorcist) was in his office at Saint Genevieve’s Anglo-Catholic Parish Church in West London.

He was meeting with a young gypsy woman named Dulcinea Lucia who was having nightmares about the Covid-19 situation.

Both Father Saint Edmunds and Dulcinea Lucia were friends of Amadeus Emanon and British MP Renfield R. Renfield.

“There is a rabbi named Rabbi Michoel Green who’s Director of the Chabad Center in Westborough Massachusetts who recently wrote a piece on the etymological origins of the word pandemic,” Father Saint Edmunds noted, “Pan is Greek for the English word “all” and “demic” comes from the Greek word “demos” meaning “people”. So pan-demic is something that threatens all people. And the Greek word Pan itself originally derives from the Greek deity named Pan. Pan (a half-man, half-goat satyr figure) was a beastial deity of nature and the wild. He was the god of both herdsmen and hunters.
It was in the era of Classical Greece that the Greeks started to use the name of Pan to mean “all”. Our word “pan-ic” derives from the name Pan since it was believed that the presece of the deity would arouse sudden uncontrollable fear in people that led them into irrational behaviour. Such as buying loads of toilet paper from stores when the Ethiopian TPLF Communist head of WHO and Xi Jinping stooge puppet Dr. Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus suddenly proclaimed a “pandemic” back in March. Or wearing a talisman such as a face mask thinking that it will stop all viruses (it won’t). The mainstream Marxist media are always yacking about how face masks can stop the transmission of most viruses but all it takes is for one to get through (which one eventually will) and then you’ve got Covid. But still it gives technocratic health experts and politicians a feeling of power when you can dictate to people what they must wear.
A pandemic can invoke “pandemonium” (which means “all-demons” and is used to describe the uproar than can occur when all demons are let loose). It’s almost as if a pandemic brings something demonic out of people.”

Dulcinea asked, “I suppose as an Anglo-Catholic clergyman and as an exorcist, you believe that there are literal beings such as demons?”.

“Yes,” said Father Saint Edmunds, “For the Apostle Saint Paul wrote in the 1st verse of 2 Timothy Chapter 3, “This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.” The Greek word used for perilous in that verse is “chalepos” and that word “chalepos” is only used one other time in the entire Greek New Testament. And that’s in Matthew Chapter 8 verse 28 when Jesus is in the country of the Gergesenes and he meets two demon possessed men rising out of the tombs exceeedingly fierce so that no man might pass by that way. Later in that same chapter, the spirits possessing the men are sent into a herd of swine and that herd of swine throw themselves over a cliff into the sea.The word translated fierce in that verse (as in exceedingly fierce) is chalepos. The same word in the original Greek that was translated “perilous” in 2nd Timothy Chapter 3 verse 1. So the last days are times of demonic peril and demonic fierceness. And this pandemic (derived from the satyr God Pan and his antics) are certainly bringing that about.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday November 22nd
2020.

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Dulcinea Lucia

July 16, 2020 at 10:35 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )


The Gypsy seer Dulcinea Lucia

The Gypsy seer and psychic medium Dulcinea Lucia had left London for some of the greenery of Lincolnshire.

She was tired of a city full of people walking the streets in masks.

It was like a dystopian science-fiction novel.

Or a world where Poe’s Masque of The Red Death had spread beyond the ballroom of a castle to a large urban environment.

She felt more relaxed here in some of the green valleys and hills of Lincolnshire.

Here she didn’t have to socially distance herself because there was no one around.

The world had gone insane.

A virus seemed to have the ability to mutate itself and undergo so many different variations in such a short period of time.

And nobody seemed to find that strange.

The people who were dying the most were elderly people in nursing homes- the places that were undergoing the most stringent lockdowns.

And yet lockdowns were not saving them.

Depression, anxiety, suicides, domestic abuse on the up and up all over the world.

At least the virus could safely sing that 1970 Lynn Anderson song I Never Promised You A Rose Garden.

For indeed it hadn’t.

Here in the beautiful scenery of rural Lincolnshire, she felt safe.

Talk of the “old normal” and the “new normal” were not to be found around here.

Just a mother duck and ducklings floating tranquilly down a nearby stream.

And wild flowers blowing gently in the soft summer breeze.

As Dulcinea Lucia walked among the grasses, she wondered if she should ever return to London again.

Maybe the real virus was civilization itself.

A civilization that had long ceased to be civilized.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday July 16th
2020.

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100th Anniversary of Red Baron’s Death: A Haiku

April 21, 2018 at 10:56 pm (Avatar Speaks, Culture, History, Literature, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

100th Anniversary of Red Baron’s Death: A Haiku

Dr. Cadbury Rocher the great-grandson of Sherrielock Holmes (the immortal leather skirted dominatrix and lesser known twin sister of Sherlock Holmes) had gone to see the gypsy fortune 🔮 teller and spiritist medium Dulcinea Lucia for a seance to contact the spirit of his great grandfather the famous French scientist and World War I RAF flying ace Dr. Louis Rocher who was shot down and killed by the Red Baron Manfred von Richthofen 100 years ago yesterday.

And how it was 100 years today that the Red Baron himself was then shot down and killed by a Canadian World War I pilot Captain Roy Brown (although some historians believe it was in fact Charlie Brown’s pet beagle Snoopy).

Dr. Rocher did not tell his immortal great-grandmother Sherrielock Holmes that he was going to speak to her late husband via seance as Miss Holmes considered seances superstitious nonsense.

And even though he was an adult, Sherrielock would definitely not be afraid to take Dr. Cadbury Rocher over her knee and spank him.

The Set Enterprises scientist still vividly remembered the spankings he got from his great grandmother in his childhood and his youth.

A picture of the gypsy spiritist medium Dulcinea Lucia (who was unable to contact either Dr. Louis Rocher or the Red Baron Manfred von Richthofen due to a Russian cyber attack on the Greek Underworld of Hades):

https://pin.it/rbzeqzwsy2uvep

Haiku About The Death of The Red Baron:

It’s true wherever
live by sword you’ll die by sword
on ground or in air

-A vampire novel chapter
and haiku
written by Christopher
Saturday April 21st
2018
The 100th Anniversary
of the Death of the
Red Baron
Manfred von Richthofen

And on the subject of aviation and fighting in the clouds ☁️,
a video of me reading aloud
the William Butler Yeats poem
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

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Dulcinea Lucia and The Vampiric Knights-Templar

September 17, 2017 at 11:34 pm (Detective story, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Dulcinea Lucia and The Vampiric Knights-Templar

Once Private Eyes 👀 Agathor Christie and Magog Rhys Petley decided to take the case for Allatallahbel the Vampiress Priestess of Baal and search for the 13 Vampiric Knights-Templar who survived French King 👑 Philip the Fair’s Friday October 13th 1307 raid on Jacques de Molay and his fellow Knights-Templars, they started where most Private Eyes would when confronted with such a case.

They went to see a gypsy fortune 🔮 teller.

And a young beautiful and sexy one at that.

Dulcinea Lucia the gypsy fortune teller of London’s Carnaby Street.

When they entered her shop, they discovered she was dressed like Elvira the popular American horror movie show hostess of the 1980s- a black evening dress slit at the sides from thigh to ankle, black silk pantyhose and black spiked stiletto high heeled shoes.

This would thus be an interview both men would enjoy.

Dulcinea Lucia told Agathor and Magog that the 13 Knights had managed to escape King Philip’s Friday the 13th raid by being in a Paris brothel at the time.

When informed of the raid, the 13 knights went south to the village of Rennes-le-Chateau in the Languedoc region of southern France 🇫🇷.

“Any idea, why there?” Agathor asked.

“One of Jesus’ cousins is buried in a grave there,” Dulcinea Lucia answered.

“The Jesus?” The Marxist atheist former Labour MP Magog raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Dulcinea Lucia answered.

“How did they become vampires?” Agathor asked.

“The ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith was in the village of Rennes-le-Chateau at the time,” Dulcinea Lucia answered, “she bit each man on the neck and turned them into vampires on the evening of October 23rd 1307 – 10 days after Philip the Fair’s Friday the 13th October raid on all the lodges and temples of the Knights-Templar in France.”

“And have those 13 Vampiric Knights-Templar survived since then?” Magog queried.

“7 of them were slain inside the Episcopalian Cathedral of St. John The Divine in New York City on Friday October the 13th 2006 while attending a Meatloaf concert being held at the central altar of the cathedral,” Dulcinea Lucia answered.

“The Meat Loaf?” Agathor asked.

“Yes,” Dulcinea Lucia nodded, “the one who sang Bat 🦇 Out of Hell, Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad, I’d Do Anything For Love and Rock And Roll 🎸 Dreams Come Through.”

“And they had a Meat Loaf concert right at the central altar?” Asked Magog who had visited the Episcopal Cathedral of Saint John The Divine in New York City with Agathor on their recent U.S. trip where they had encountered Shiva the Hindu god of destruction and transformation at that very same central altar.

“It was more of a Knights-Templar Illuminati satanic ceremony where they were going to sacrifice Meat Loaf to the Baphomet because Baphomet wanted both a singer and a meatloaf dish for his birthday so the Illuminati and the Knights-Templar were going to give him a 2 for 1 special,” Dulcinea Lucia opened her book of meatloaf recipes.

“And you said that 7 of the Vampiric Knights Templar were slain at that Friday the 13th October 2006 Meatloaf sacrifice ceremony in the Episcopal Cathedral of Saint John The Divine?” Agathor questioned.

“Yes, the 7 who attended the ceremony,” Dulcinea smoothed her dress, “the other 6 were still in their New York City 🌃 hotel rooms recovering from severe hangovers the night before- hangovers that saved their lives in the long run.”

“Who slew the 7 Vampire Knights that attended the ceremony?” Agathor asked.

“That was Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing and the mighty Lakota Sioux vampire huntress Jennifer Cochran,” Dulcinea Lucia smiled, “both of them were Meat Loaf fans.”

“Of the singer or the dish?” Magog inquired.

“Both,” Dulcinea Lucia smiled and winked.

A bell went off in the kitchen behind her gypsy 🔮 ball reading room.

“If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen,” Dulcinea Lucia stood up, “my own meatloaf is ready. Unless you care to join me.”

They did.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday September 17th
2017.

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Nero and Assad

April 10, 2017 at 3:52 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The man drinking in the Rome taverna always told all who cared to listen that he once worked in the Vatican Antiquities Museum.

“I didn’t used to drink in those days,” he said to the disbelief of all, “until the night when I saw a ghostly violin… a violin that was only spectral in appearance… not a material violin… but an astrally projected violin up and leave the museum. Then I was let go for seeing it leave.”

“When was that?” asked the occasional bored taverna patron who pressed for more information.

“July 17th 2000,” the man replied.

. . .

Syrian President Bashar al-Assad (who had been in office since July 17th 2000) was talking to the spiritist medium Dulcinea Lucia who had flown in from London for the reading.

The gypsy Dulcinea Lucia (who was the goddaughter of Persephone the Greek goddess of the underworld) had special access to the spirits of Hades.

And Bashar al-Assad was anxious to talk to the spirit of the late Syrian Greek king Antiochus IV of the Seleucid dynasty (the man known to the world as Antiochus Epiphanes).

. . .

The Mossad agent they called the Controller of the Golem was in his office reading a document called the Otzar Midrashim that told the story of a Talmudic sage who received an angelic message regarding the coming of the Messiah.

He read,

“This will be for you a sign: when you see that the Nero of the East has fallen in Damascus, the kingdom of the east will fall, and then the salvation of Israel will grow, and the Messiah of the House of David will arrive and [the Jews] will go up to Jerusalem.” (Otzar Midrashim)

The Controller of the Golem wondered, is it possible that the current secularist tyrant Bashar al-Assad who rules Syria, was he the Nero of the East referred to in the Otzar Midrashim prophecy?

Nero and Assad

He looked up and saw the Egyptian vampiress Isis standing in front of him.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Isis spoke to him rebukingly, “do you not know that it is my husband Osiris who is your Messiah? Reach out to us for help. For you know that it is your old enemy Lilith who is trying to destroy you, the vampiress who poisoned your drink with Polonium-210 in London, the vampiress who has always worked behind the scenes for your people’s destruction. Only I and Osiris have the power to stop her. Even now, Lilith is in Damascus seeking your nation’s destruction. She is currently speaking with both Assad and the spirit of the Syrian Greek king Antiochus IV Epiphanes who sought your destruction centuries ago.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday April 10th
2017.

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Dracul Van Helsing and Sherrielock Holmes: The Nymph of The Blue Moon: A Poem

January 9, 2017 at 1:32 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Poetry, Romance, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Dracul Van Helsing Canadian vampire hunter walked the streets of London
Dressed in his Philip Marlowe Private Eye style trenchcoat and fedora hat
that he always wore when he was feeling melancholy and reflective
A fan of 1940s horror, mystery, detective and film noir films
Dressing like Marlowe helped him battle his depression
The knight of Raymond Chandler’s stories
who wore not a suit of shining armour
but a private eye trenchcoat and fedora hat
when rescuing damsels in distress and battling evil and corruption
A 1940s southern California equivalent of the Spanish Don Quixote
representing knightly chivalry and ideas in ages that had long forgotten them

Now it was early January 2017
Donald Trump was about to be inaugurated President
Hillary Clinton was blaming the Russians for her electoral defeat
and satyr serial killing contract assassin Pan Goatee
was putting in excessively long hours of overtime
in his chosen vocation of making the world a more beautiful place to live
The only females who seemed to radiate any class or good taste these days
(and nights) were vampiresses
which made Dracul Van Helsing Vampire Hunter
glad that he didn’t slay vampiresses

Dracul recalled his New Year’s Eve this past stroke of midnight and year change
when he watched beautiful Assyrian women dancing
and so wished he could join them

The day after New Year’s he visited Dulcinea Lucia a gypsy fortune teller in London
to hear his future
“You shall meet an immortal,” Dulcinea Lucia told Dracul, “and you shall fall in love.”

“An immortal?” Dracul asked her, “A vampiress?”
“Not a vampiress,” Dulcinea shook her head.
“One of the goddesses of the ancient world returned to Earth perhaps?’ Dracul asked again.
“Not one of those goddesses,” Dulcinea shook her head.
“Then what sort of immortal?” Dracul asked a third question.
“I’m not sure,” Dulcinea looked puzzled and her crystal ball clouded up with the Cosmic Operator asking for more money.

Dracul declined to pay more and walked out into the wintery London night
He passed the window of a used book store
which had The Complete Stories of Sherlock Holmes in the window
Dracul loved Sherlock Holmes stories
The great immortal detective
Too bad that immortal didn’t have a sister who was both beautiful and brainy

Then this past evening of January 6th, Dracul had been invited to a masquerade ball
celebrating the 12th Day of Christmas
He decided to dress up as the Phantom of the Opera Erik
since these days and nights he felt as unloved as that poor creature

As he walked down the street in the falling snow, he happened to pass
Alexis Tsipras the Prime Minister of Greece
who was busy rubbing his rear end and screaming,
“My buns! Poor tomatoed buns! Will they ever lose their red rosy colour
in the light of day or the darkness of night?”

“Well, he’s been drinking too much Ouzo this evening,” Dracul thought to himself
Dracul then entered the place where the masquerade ball was being held
He wandered aimlessly through the house
until he entered a room where he saw the nymph of the Blue Moon

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday January 8th
2016

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Amadeus Gets A Cheesecake and Renfield Gets Walloped

May 11, 2016 at 5:39 pm (Comedy, Culture, Entertainment, Humour, Romance, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Amadeus Gets A Cheesecake and Renfield Gets Walloped

Amadeus Emanon was sitting in a London tea shop with the New Orleans songstress and stage actress vampiress Angelique Dumont.

“I hear this stage magician Salaman the Magician puts on a wonderful show,” Angelique said reading a review in one of the London entertainment weeklies.

“He does,” Amadeus nodded, “I saw him a couple of weeks ago. I’m still totally mystified as to how he does his tricks. Like nothing I’ve ever seen.
Even better than Houdini, David Copperfield and Criss Angel in my opinion.”

“You saw Salaman the Magician?” Angelique raised an eyebrow, “By yourself?”.

“No, I was with Dulcinea Lucia,” Amadeus replied.

“The gypsy fortune teller?” Angelique raised her other eyebrow.

“That’s right,” Amadeus nodded again.

“You went on a date with Dulcinea Lucia?” Angelique glared at Amadeus.

“That is correct,” Amadeus put some honey in his tea.

“But I thought you and I were an item,” Angelique’s face flushed as red as her rouge red lipstick and her dinner the night before.

“I didn’t know we were an item,” Amadeus Emanon looked as surprised as a child’s face on Christmas morning.

“You didn’t know we were an item?” Angelique grabbed a piece of cheesecake off a passing waiter’s tray and shoved it in Amadeus’ face.

“Speaking of items, I didn’t know cheesecake was on the menu,” Amadeus wiped the cheesecake off his face.

. . .

In another corner of the tea shop, Renfield R. Renfield had his eyes on a very attractive woman wearing a green evening dress.

Renfield had recently been advised by his co-worker and fellow employee at Set Enterprises Dr. Cadbury Rocher that he needed to be more subtle in his approach with women.

Not to come on so strong.

Renfield decided to try this new approach that he had never before attempted.

So he walked past the woman and sang in a loud operatic style baritone voice, “Birds do it, bees do it, even dogs and trees do it…”

Purses apparently do it as well.

Because Renfield found himself clobbered over the head with the woman’s rather heavy purse and found himself lying on the floor with the woman in the green evening dress stepping over him and leaving the restaurant.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday May 10th
2016.

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Renfield’s Mysterious Client

April 25, 2016 at 7:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

Renfield’s Mysterious Client

As Amadeus Emanon ate his 33rd apple turnover and pondered an invitation from a friend to join the Freemasons, Renfield R. Renfield was eating a tuna fish sandwich.

“It looks like we may have to replace the weigh scale in the bathroom,” Amadeus stated.

“Why’s that?” Renfield asked.

“For some reason it broke when I stepped on it this morning,” Amadeus licked the icing off his fingers.

“That is strange,” Renfield picked up his copy of The Times of London and started reading about a mysterious new elephant appearing on the streets of London and yet there were no reports of an escape from the London Zoo.

“So I hear someone has hired you to do a hit job,” Amadeus opened his box of 3 dozen chocolate eclairs from the bakery.

“That’s right,” Renfield grinned, “I’m to track down the person or persons responsible for leaking the Panama Papers and to bump them off.”

“Who hired you?” Amadeus was starting to wonder why his belt was feeling so tight this evening.

“I’m sorry,” Renfield shook his head, “Under the terms of client/assassin confidentiality and privilege, I’m not allowed to reveal that information to you.”

“Oh,” Amadeus started licking the chocolate off his fingers.

“So I hear you’ve got a date with Dulcinea Lucia to go see a stage magician later this week,” Renfield said as a large chip and green monster appeared on his shoulder.

“That’s right,” Amadeus used a napkin to wipe the chocolate off his chin.

“So how come that sexy gypsy fortune teller always goes on dates with you but never with me?” Renfield’s face started turning as green as the grass at the height of spring.

“She says that you’re a hypersexualized serial adulterer,” Amadeus answered.

“Really?” Renfield was shocked, “I remember a few years ago some woman on my Facebook page accused me of being a hypersexualized serial adulterer.”

“Well, there you go,” Amadeus took a sip of chocolate milk.

“I wonder if there’s any truth to that,” Renfield pondered the question.

“No idea,” Amadeus shrugged.

Renfield went over to the living room bookshelf and took out the volume called Sigmund Freud’s Posthumously Written Dictionary of Post-Modern Psychiatric Conditions and looked up the term Hypersexualized Serial Adulterer and noticed his (Renfield’s) own photo alongside the definition of the term.

“Find it?” Amadeus inquired.

“Yes,” Renfield angrily sat down at the living room table and pouted.

“I wonder what the name of that magician is that Dulcinea Lucia wants me to see,” Amadeus finished his 36th chocolate eclair.

“No fucking idea,” Renfield fumed.

“Excuse me, sir,” Athelstan the butler and valet entered the living room and spoke to Renfield, “but there’s a call for you from 10 Downing Street on the secure phone line in the study.”

“Oh,” Renfield ran with great haste to the study.

“Hm,” Amadeus reached for his bucket of KFC as he was growing tired of having eaten nothing but sweets all day, “I wonder what 10 Downing Street is calling Renfield about.”

One of the world’s great mysteries.

Like how they get the Caramilk inside the Caramilk bar Amadeus thought to himself as he eyed the Caramilk chocolate bar Renfield had left behind on the table.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday April 25th
2016.

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Donald Trump: Making One’s Hair Stand On End

March 14, 2016 at 10:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

Donald Trump: Making One’s Hair Stand On End

Gypsy fortune teller Dulcinea Lucia had had a strange dream overnight.

In the dream, she dreamed that she was in a radio station broadcast studio where U.S. Presidential candidate Donald Trump was making a guest appearance on the Coast-To-Coast AM radio show with George Noory.

The interview in the dream went like this:

George Noory: Now you have said on previous occasions that you considered running for President in 2012 against Barack Obama? The question I have for you is, why didn’t you do so?

Donald Trump: Well, George, I had seriously considered doing that. In fact I had decided to go ahead and do that. But then one night after a night of passionate love making with my current wife… who is… who is… who is…

George Noory (helping out) : Melania?

Donald Trump: Yes… Melania… thank you, George… yes after a night of wild passionate love making with… Melania… I was examining my hair in the mirror and then my hair started speaking to me in an audible voice…

George Noory: Wait a minute… let’s get this straight… you say, your hair started speaking to you in an audible voice?

Donald Trump: Yes, my hair started speaking to me in an audible voice… something which I found even more incredible than Oral Roberts seeing a 900-ft. Jesus after eating some wild mushrooms… I often wondered where he found a yardstick or a measuring tape long enough to measure him… but anyways, yes… my hair spoke to me in an audible voice.

George Noory: And what did your hair say to you?

Donald Trump: It told me not to run in 2012. It kept saying, “Wait until 2016. Wait until 2016.”

George Noory: Why 2016?

Donald Trump (unwrapping a fortune cookie and eating it on the air) : Because 2016 is the Year of the Monkey in the Chinese zodiac.

George Noory: Well so far this has been quite a hair raising interview with Donald Trump… we’ll be right back after this commercial message…

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday March 14th
2016.

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