Cthulhu’s Cardinal and A Welsh Werewolf On Saint David’s Day

March 1, 2019 at 11:56 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic, Gothic romance, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Romance, Science-Fiction, Spy Tales, Technology, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )


The February 1928 issue of Weird Tales in which H.P. Lovecraft’s character of Cthulhu is first introduced to the world in the short story “The Call of Cthulhu”.

Since Samhain Cardinal Salaman’s official episcopal title (bestowed on him by Pope Francis) was the Archbishop of the Welsh Diocese of Llanthony Abbey and the Black Mountains (a diocese officially created for the kabbalistic magic practicing former professional stage magician by Pope Francis), the Kabbalistic Cardinal said a Mass in commemoration of Saint David since Saint David is the Patron Saint of Wales and today March 1st was Saint David’s Day.

After saying Mass and having a breakfast of Welsh rarebit that frightened off the Anglo-Saxon goddess Eostre’s painted egg laying rabbit Vincent Van Yolk because he thought the cardinal said “Welsh rabbit”, Cardinal Salaman had coffee with the Zeus and Apollo worshipping Cardinal JM (As the Cardinal was known by his initials being the head of the Vatican’s Secret Intelligence Service).

Salaman informed JM that the gypsy vampiress and resident Vatican tarot card reader Stephania Borgia had prophecied that he, Samhain Cardinal Salaman, would become the next Pope if he could convince Francis to elevate a Welsh werewolf to the Cardinalate.

This would of course entail Salaman to visit his diocese in Wales in hopes of finding himself a Welsh werewolf.

The problem was since Francis had already artificially created a new diocese in Wales to make Cardinal Salaman an Archbishop, where would this new Welsh werewolf (if he could find one) Cardinal have his diocese?

Cardinal JM laughed and said, “No problem. Pope Francis has already named a committee to see if it’s possible to canonize H.P. Lovecraft’s character of Cthulhu a Cathoic Saint since the Holy Father feels that naming the hundreds of meters tall octopus, dragon and giant human hybrid Great Old One malevolent deity who came down from the dark stars a Catholic Saint would constitute a huge breakthrough in ecumenism and inter-faith dialogue.”


Cthulhu: Will he be proclaimed a Catholic Saint by Pope Francis?

“Well, it probably would constitute that,” Cardinal Salaman had to admit, “but how will that help me out?”.

“Well, His Holiness is thinking of declaring the lost South Pacific City of R’lyeh (close to that ocean’s Nemo point) where Cthulhu and his other vast loathsome shaped entity Great Old Ones reside hidden in green slimy vaults in the nighmare corpse city beneath the sea a Catholic Archdiocese which will of course require an Archbishop.”

“My problem is solved,” Salaman smiled as he threw the tarot card of Death down on the table.

. . .

French President Emmanuel Macron was being briefed by the Australian-French head of the French Intelligence Service Inspector Jocko Clouseau that the right-wing populist government of Italy was plotting his overthrow.

“How do they plan to do this?” Macron asked as he ate his French toast that had been prepared in the shape of a cougar.

“They’ve formed an alliance with a Kraken who calls himself Napoleon VI who is intent on restoring the Bonapartist Empire to France with himself as Emperor,” Clouseau read aloud from his ketchup and gravy covered notes, “This Kraken used to be the Italian mad scientist Dr. Poseidon Prometheus who, after he was diagnosed with an incurable fatal disease, uploaded his consciousness into the body of a cyborg Octopus- part living octopus and part robot. The self-proclaimed Napoleon VI later met and married the immortal Medusa who was the Gorgon of Greek mythological fame. Medusa is now a good looking and sexy woman again thanks to a radical haircut that removed her snakes that was administered by the famous British scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher’s robot barber Edward Scissorhands the 2nd.”

“Did you say that this Medusa was a sexy and good looking woman again?” Macron was down to his third last piece of cougar toast.

“That is correct,” Clouseau pulled a cheeseburger out of his coat pocket and started eating it.

“Being immortal, she’s probably a lot older than I am,” Macron reflected as he was down to his second last piece of cougar toast.

“Undoubtedly,” Clouseau added a pinch of garlic to his cheeseburger.

“I’d like to meet her,” Macron wiped his mouth with a napkin after finishing his last piece of cougar.

. . .


Medusa was once again a sexy looking woman.

. . .


Celebrating Saint David’s Night at her home in Wales was the Welsh vampiress MP Morgana.

The Welsh vampiress Morgana was about to celebrate Saint David’s Night in Wales with the Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing.

Minutes later at a Bed and Breakfast down the street, her former political opponent in the last British general election the former Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was awakened by the resulting tantric sex earthquake.

The former MP now turned Private Eye (who was also a werewolf) longed for a silver bullet so he could get some sleep.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday March 1st
2019.

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Jack O’ Hare On Saint David’s Day: A Short Poem

March 1, 2017 at 7:42 pm (Children's Story, Comedy, Humour, Poetry, Religion) (, , , , , , , )

Jack O’ Hare On Saint David’s Day: A Short Poem

Saint David’s Day today
Saint David the patron Saint of Wales
Some whales landed on Welsh shores
this Ash Wednesday 2017
claiming him as their Saint

Jack O’ Hare the wild rabbit ate some Welsh rarebit
in celebration.

-A short poem
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 1st
2017.

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Magog Rhys Petley On Saint David’s Day

March 1, 2014 at 8:30 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Magog Rhys Petley On Saint David’s Day

Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley woke up on a beach in Ireland.

He wasn’t quite sure how he got there.

The last thing he remembered was being swept down a stream in Wales during a ferocious rain and windstorm.

He must have swept across the Irish Sea somehow and landed here where a beautiful red- headed Irish girl was giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

He must admit he was enjoying it.

When she had finished, he looked at his waterproof watch which was still ticking and which had the calendar date on it.

Good Lord, the atheistic Marxist thought rather ironically, it was Saint David’s Day already.

Saint David’s Day.

March 1st.

Saint David.

The Patron Saint of Wales.

A lot of his constituents would be pissed that he didn’t show for his constituency’s Saint David’s Day celebration this year.

He wondered if it would cost him his seat at the next election.

How ironic that he a staunch atheistic Marxist-Leninist (one of the few still left in the British Labour Party) might be defeated at the next election because he failed to attend a celebration honouring Wales’ most important Christian Saint.

. . .

Where the Hell was Magog Rhys Petley? British Prime Minister David Cameron wondered.

Whenever his government needed to send someone on a covert delicate diplomatic mission, they sent Magog Rhys Petley because, since he was a backbench MP from the Opposition backbenches, if he failed, the government could wash its hands of the matter saying Magog was operating on his own private initiative.

On the other hand if he succeeded then British Prime Minister David Cameron could take credit as the genius statesman who rose above partisanship and sent someone from another party to undertake a delicate diplomatic mission because he Cameron recognized the man’s ability.

Of course Magog so far hadn’t shown any ability.

The delicate diplomatic missions the British government had sent Magog on to Syria and Egypt the past few years had all been unprecedented colossal disasters.

Now Cameron was anxious to send Magog to Moscow to tell Russian President Vladimir Putin not to invade Ukraine.

And Magog had been missing for over two weeks now.

. . .

Russian President Vladimir Putin had called the Russian Vampiress Svetlana Kireeva of the FSB to his office.

For the past 10 years ever since the Orange Revolution in Kiev Ukraine in the late autumn of 2004 when Viktor Yanukovych was toppled as President of Ukraine for the first time, the Russian Vampiress Svetlana Kireeva had been involved in a long running battle with Ukrainian Vampiress Inna Huculak of the Ukrainian Intelligence Service to see who would control Ukraine- Ukrainian nationalists or pro-Russian elements?

“Miss Kireeva,” President Putin looked directly at the Russian Vampiress, “I want you to do everything in your power to kill Inna Huculak once and for all.”

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
on Saint David’s Day
Saturday March 1st
2014.

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