Behind The Scenes of The DNC

August 19, 2020 at 10:25 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Politics, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

British MP Renfield R. Renfield had been talking to a friend of his who was an Alberta based geopolitical analyst.

The friend mentioned two books written by the same man that had strongly influenced his life.

The man was Malachi Martin a former Jesuit priest who had left the Jesuit order because it had pretty well been taken over by Marxists.

The two books by Martin were first The Final Conclave and the second was The Keys of This Blood.

The Final Conclave written by Martin was published in 1978.

It described a future conclave in which a Communist was elected Pope.

That happened in March 2013 with the election of Jorge Mario Bergoglio of Argentina who took the name Pope Francis.

The second was The Keys of This Blood published in 1990 in which a KGB plot was described whereby the countries of Central and Eastern Europe would be allowed to go free and the USSR would undergo a transition towards a more democratic state.

The KGB plot was a 30 year plan to turn the United States of America into a Communist state from within.

Once the U.S. went Communist, then the whole world would go Communist.

And it would happen without a single nuclear weapon being fired reasoned the KGB planners.

Now 30 years later in 2020, the plan would be complete with the senility prone Joe Biden (a most malleable puppet of his Communist overseers if there ever was one) winning the Presidency.

Renfield then watched some highlights from last night’s Democratic National Convention – a virtual convention which was turning out to be duller and even more cheesy than a PBS local community fundraiser.

It would definitely make Dr. Frasier Crane singing Buttons and Bows for a pre-Bolshevik Revolution Seattle PBS fundraising telethon look like a Giuseppe Verdi opera by comparison.

Renfield viewed the highlights using Dr. Cadbury Rocher’s Supernatural Entity Detector Lens allowing Renfield to view what was really going on behind the scenes.

The lens allowed Renfield to see what was happening just prior to Bill Clinton (looking 99.9% dead and a living corpse) addressing the American people and telling them to cast their votes for Joe Biden.

Hillary entered a room and shouted, “Bill! Bill! It’s time for your address to the virtual Democratic National Convention!”.

Bill is lying on a couch looking very much dead and decomposed and lying under a mountain of dust and huge spider woven cob webs.

“Oh shit! He’s dead!” Hillary exclaimed angrily, “I didn’t know he had died. I rarely ever speak to him. Chelsea mentioned on her last visit that “Dad isn’t looking well at all” but as I said to her at the time, he looks like just the way he looked whenever he returned from Jeffrey Epstein’s Lesser Saint James Virgin Island. He was probably dead back then when Chelsea told me that he wasn’t looking well at all.”

Hillary grabbed her Haitian Voodoo Spell Book and turned to the chapter on Raising People From The Dead.

“I’ve never been able to successfully cast a voodoo spell before,” Hillary started chanting voodoo spells in much the same way as a Pentecostal preacher might attempt to chant a Latin Gregorian chant from the pre-Vatican II Catholic Church, “Baron Samedi don’t fail me now. It might be highly embarrassing if I have to tell the Democratic National Convention via livestream that Bill has died. Especially after asking Mexican authorities if I could borrow the ice pick axe with which Stalinist agent Ramon Mercader murdered Leon Trotsky almost 80 years ago to the very day now.”

Surprisingly the loa of Haitian voodoo heard Hillary’s earnest chanting (or more likely they were irritated by her ear piercing shrieks) and Bill was raised from the dead.

“Thank goodness, you brought me back from the dead, dear,” Bill gasped, “Because Cerberus was busy chewing on my tiny third leg. Someone neglected to put all that Mena, Arkansas Airport money in my mouth so I could pay Charon the Ferryman across the River Styx.”

Bill then addressed Democrats via livestream telling them that America needed a President who respected the sanctity of the Oval Office.

Watching Bill’s little speech on television at home, Monica Lewinsky almost choked on the banana she was eating when Bill Clinton talked about the sanctity of the Oval Office.

Then after Joe Biden had formally been elected the Democratic Party Presidential nominee, a choir of demons from Hell rose up on to the empty convention stage to sing,

“And crown him, crown him,
crown him, crown him,
and crown him lord of all.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday August 19th
2020.

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And So The Winter Sun Starts To Set On January 2014

January 28, 2014 at 12:23 am (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

And So The Winter Sun Starts To Set On January 2014

The billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set walked the streets of London in search of blood.

After biting a few Londoners and draining them of their blood, he showed them what a pain in the neck he could be in London after midnight.

An even bigger pain in the neck than silent film star Lon Chaney Sr.

In cyberspace, he was also searching for blood.

After a recent conversation he had with his company Set Enterprises Laboratories’ resident mad scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher, he needed some of the late Pope John Paul II’s blood for the Rocher plan to succeed.

So Set put an ad on eBay saying he’d pay £2 million to anyone who could bring him a genuine vial of the late Pope John Paul II’s blood.

As Set checked the BBC News app on his Galaxy Android phone while draining the blood of and at the same time having coital relations with a beautiful mini skirted Russian girl on the sidewalks of London, he noticed a news story that a holy relic containing the blood of the late Pope John Paul II had been stolen from a chapel in Italy.

Hm, that’s a good sign, Set thought.

“I’m an Aquarius,” was the beautiful mini skirted Russian girl’s last words as she died trying to fix the holes in her torn nylon stockings.

. . .

Pan Goatee was sitting in his Washington DC apartment getting a blow job from a young Monica Lewinsky lookalike while reading a personally autographed copy of former U. S. President Bill Clinton’s autobiography.

On the television screen in the room was a news story about Pope Francis freeing two doves from the window of the Apostolic Palace in the Vatican with the help of two small children.

Only minutes before the two papal peace doves were released, Pope Francis had called for peace in Ukraine.

Then no sooner had the two doves been released by the two children at the window then both birds were attacked much to the horror of tens of thousands of on-lookers in St. Peter’s Square.

An enormous seagull and a huge black crow attacked the two doves.

One dove managed to escape the seagull but the black crow continued to peck at the other dove drawing blood.

“I’ve got a stain on my blue dress!” The Monica Lewinsky lookalike shouted as Pan Goatee came with the full force of a volcanic eruption from Mount Vesuvius.

“Here take this,” Pan Goatee handed her a gift card for a full steam cleaning at a DC Chinese laundry.

. . .

Russian President Vladimir Putin was sitting in his office.

His shortwave radio was picking up a radio station from Texas.

“Hi friends, this is Texe Marrs,” the Texan voice on the radio drolled.

Putin was reading an intercepted CIA report where the CIA agent had written that he had it on the highest authority of a retired U.S. Air Force officer in Texas that the recent anti-government protests in Kiev Ukraine (the current Ukrainian government were staunch allies of Putin’s Russia) was the direct result of a Jewish conspiracy based on an obscure passage in a medieval Khazar translation of the Babylonian Talmud.

Putin pounded the table, “Damn Jews.”

. . .

Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu was sitting in his office.

He had in front of him a handwritten note written and sent to him by the Paris-based Egyptian Vampiress Isis.

Isis offered to help him build a Third Jewish Temple on the Temple Mount provided he promised to erect a statue of her husband Osiris within the Temple.

Netanyahu sighed.

How was it he was getting messages from all the crazies today?

Earlier he had received an email from a Chinese-Canadian using a Government of Canada Dept. of Health Canada email address offering to sell him the original Golem of Prague if the price was right.

The fellow claimed he had won it in a Destinations Europe contest he had entered.

. . .

Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was in Geneva Switzerland ostensibly to attend the Geneva II Conference of Peace Talks on Syria.

But an extremely cold Swiss winter had frozen the country’s buttermilk supply.

And Magog used drinking buttermilk as an antidote to his turning into a werewolf.

So instead of attending the conference, Magog walked around the streets of Geneva on all furry fours growling and snarling and eating people.

The people he ate were for the most part tourists who remained stationary long enough for them to take pics of him with their smart phones and upload them to Instagram and Facebook.

And in the process, they remained stationary long enough for him to eat them.

Magog belched loudly as he passed the evening prayer service of a Swiss Reformed Church whose congregation was singing that old southern U.S. spiritual song, “Ezekiel saw the wheel way up in the middle of the air…”

. . .

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday January 27th
2014.

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