Ghost of Orson Welles Meets Belvedere In Istanbul

May 6, 2019 at 9:40 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The ghost of Orson Welles was sitting in a cafe in Istanbul.

He had been told by a Russian spy beluga whale whom he had helped to defect to Norway this past weekend that the lovely mermaid Miranda when swimming through the Bosphorus Strait would often shapeshift into full human form and visit the Marmara Cafe in downtown Istanbul of which she loved the Turkish coffee being served there.

Welles could never recall meeting an actual mermaid in his past mortal life or current ghostly life so he decided to come to Istanbul and visit the Marmara Cafe on the off chance that he might meet Miranda.

Welles sat at a back table in the corner of the cafe and sipped a glass of spectral red wine occasionally glancing at the entrance to see if any woman who might be a mermaid in full human form came walking through the door.

He recited William Butler Yeats’ Sailing To Byzantium as he sat,

“… And therefore have I sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium. ”

“Orson!” A voice shouted from the doorway.

It was the voice of Belvedere the ghost of a ghost white salamander.

Belvedere had been human but back in the mid-1880s in the American Wild West had been turned into a ghost white salamander through an ancient Egyptian spell cast by a gypsy woman who worked in the Wild West saloon where he worked as a bartender.

He became the ghost of a ghost white salamander when he crawled outside and was run over by a settlers’ ox cart heading west.

The first and last time Belvedere saw Welles was back in October 1938 just prior to the then Boy Wonder delivering his famous Halloween War of The Worlds broadcast.

“Belvedere,” the ghost of Orson Welles lit a spectral cigar, “Long time no see.”

“I see we’re both ghosts now,” Belvedere sat across from the spectral cinematic talent.

“Such are the ravages of time,” Welles blew rosebud shaped smoke rings, “unless we be vampires, vampiresses, gods, goddesses or immortal dominatrixes who have eaten just the right amount of Lingzhi supernatural mushrooms, we must all succumb to the hands of the scythe wielding spectre Death there to see our flesh melt and our bones turned to dust and our spirits wandering earth, purgatory or paradise until such time as our bodies and souls are reunited into a new transformed whole on the Day of Judgment.”

“Eloquent as ever, my friend,” Belvedere was impressed.

“So, what are you doing these days?” Welles sipped his wine, “What brings you to Istanbul?”.

“I am now a reporter for The Times of London,” the ghost white salamander answered, “I’m here on assignment. Turkey’s chief electoral body has ordered that Istanbul’s local elections be re-held after President Recep Tayyip Erdogan’s Islamist AK Party lost to the opposition secularist CHP Party after a shock opposition victory this past March.”

“It is indeed a hatchet in the cake of dictatorship when the trappings of democracy come crashing down just as the cake is being wheeled into the banquet hall where Ottoman Sultans once dined and harem girls once danced,” Welles helped himself to spectral caviar and spread it on a spectral slice of bread.

“Erdogan is indeed upset about the whole thing,” Belvedere agreed, “He himself used to be Mayor of Istanbul many years ago.”

“Such is the power of the spirit of Byzantium,” Welles drank a toast, “that this city can survive the misrule of a petty despot such as Erdogan.”

“Istanbul’s new CHP Mayor Ekrem Imamoglu is confident that he can win again in the re-held election,” Belvedere remarked.

“Beware the sting of scorpions and the fangs of serpents,” Welles’ baritone voice shook the cafe, “for my friends who still fast in the fires of Purgatory inform me that Lady MacBeth’s ghost serves as an advisor to Erdogan.”

“Great Scot! And great Caesar’s ghost!” Belvedere’s ghostly white face turned even more ghostly white, “Lady MacBeth!”.

“Never was a Film Noir Femme Fatale more femme fatalish than Lady MacBeth as the Bard so adeptly captured her personality, soul and spirit in his Scottish Play,” Welles raised his finger in the air to capture the direction the Mid-East winds were blowing, “for she serves not only as advisor to Erdogan but advisor to Saudi Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman as well. Tantalizing both claimants to a future Caliphate. Playing one side against the other. Stringing both together as if playing on a harp whose strings are made of human sinews.”

Belvedere decided to change to a cheerier subject.

“Have you ever watched Game of Thrones?” Belvedere asked.

“I have never watched an episode in full,” Welles confessed, “I have watched segments of certain programs on YouTube.”

“What do you think?” Belvedere inquired.

“What do I think?” Welles lit another spectral cigar, inhaled and then exhaled smoke rings like dragons, “I think Game of Thrones captures what the world of Medieval Europe would have been like if there had been no figure of Christ at the center of the culture of Medieval Europe.”

“Really?” Belvedere pondered this thought.

“In such a Medieval Europe,” Welles took the final sip of what remained of his glass, “Every ruler would be able to say… we are all Lady MacBeth.”

As a woman in another corner of the cafe claimed to have just given birth to dragons, the ghost of Lady MacBeth entered the cafe’s entrance still carrying stains of blood on her spectral formerly mortal hands.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday May 6th 2019
Orson Welles’ 104th
birthday.

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Reblog of The Ottoman Effect

November 25, 2018 at 11:36 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Religion) (, , , , )

An excellently written blog post about the history of the Ottoman Empire.

The Moral Traveller

The Ottoman Empire was established under the leadership of Osman I where – legend has it – he had fallen in love with a woman Malkhatun that he was unable to marry because her father refused the union. Several years of continuous rejection left him depleted and powerless, her father had already established himself as a great religious figure in the region and was completely unmoved by his pleas. It was at this time that Osman I had a powerful dream of a moon rising out from the chest of his sleeping friend – the moon itself symbolising a great love for Malkhatun – and this moon floated toward his heart before he absorbed it as the earth would a seed, at which point from his chest grew out a monumental tree that provided shade over the four great Caucasus, Atlas, Taurus and Haemus mountains. In the dream, the wind gently…

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Erdogan Targets Kurds

January 20, 2018 at 9:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Erdogan Targets Kurds

Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan was discussing with the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith the air bombing campaign he had unleashed against the Kurds in the Afrin region of northern Syria.

The combined air and ground campaign that Erdogan called Operation Olive Branch with his rather bizarre and macabre sense of humour had begun earlier today at 14:00 GMT.

It targeted the Kurdish YPG (Kurdish People’s Protection Units) that the Erdogan government labelled a “bunch of terrorists” (as they called all people who were opposed to Erdogan’s increasingly despotic and dictatorial rule).

Lilith was hoping that once Erdogan had finished taking out the Kurds, he’d then attack Israel and take out the Jews.

Then Lilith would finally get her revenge against the Jewish people for the libels she felt they told about her in the Babylonian Talmud.

But in the meantime despite Lilith’s urging, Erdogan was concentrating his efforts on the Kurds.

“These people are standing in the way of my making myself Sultan of a revived Ottoman Empire,” Erdogan clenched his fists.

“Wouldn’t Trump be worried about you making yourself Sultan of a revived Ottoman Empire?” Lilith asked.

“Oh, he might tweet about his manhood in one of his Twitter tweets and use for backup a possible Twitter endorsement from porn star Stormy Daniels to that effect but other than that he’ll do nothing,” Erdogan asserted.

“Isn’t there anyone in any of the NATO countries who’s clued in to what you’re doing?” Lilith asked.

“Well that newly elected British MP Renfield R. Renfield is,” Erdogan admitted, “which is why it was most unfortunate that members of the German Opera Lovers’
Association weren’t successful in murdering Mr. Renfield for murdering the Liebestod from Tristan und Isolde in the British House of Commons last night.”

Meanwhile back in London, Renfield was chuckling over a newspaper headline he was reading about today’s feminist march in Washington DC – HEFTY HIDEOUS HARPIES HOWL HYSTERICALLY.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday January 20th
2018.

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Renfield’s Facebook Video

December 11, 2017 at 8:46 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Renfield’s Facebook Video

“What’s with the large supply of cut and peeled onions on the kitchen table?” Amadeus asked Renfield as he entered the kitchen

“I used them to make my eyes water and look like I’m crying 😭,” Renfield explained.

“Why would you want to do that?” Amadeus grabbed some onions and a slice of cheese 🧀 and put them on his toast.

“I was just reading in the paper about this boy in Tennessee named Keaton Jones who was being bullied,” said Renfield, “his mother made a video of him talking about his experiences and put it on Facebook last Friday. It has since gone viral and racked up 22 million views.”

“What does this have to do with peeling onions and making your eyes water?” Amadeus asked.

“Well a whole bunch of celebrities have offered to be friends with him and have invited him to various events,” Renfield pointed out, “including one very hot looking babe the young actress and singer Hailee Steinfeld who asked him to be her date for the premiere of the movie Pitch Perfect 3.”

“I see,” Amadeus was indeed starting to see where this was going.

“So I just made a video about me being bullied,” Renfield went on, “that I’ve posted to Facebook. Peeling the onions made it look like I’ve been crying. I also posted a link to that video on Miss Steinfeld’s Twitter feed in hopes that she’ll invite me on a date with her.”

“When have you ever been bullied?” Amadeus asked.

“I haven’t,” Renfield grinned, “but Miss Steinfeld doesn’t know that. Besides I put on a very realistic performance. The peeled onions made it look like I’ve been crying heavily and then squeezing my balls with a pair of pliers underneath the kitchen table gave me the right intense look of agony.”

“Where and by whom have you been bullied in this bullying incident that never happened?” Amadeus queried.

“I claimed I was being bullied by my fellow MPs in the British House of Commons parliamentary cafeteria for eating tuna fish sandwiches,” Renfield feigned fake tears again, “they laughed at me and called me names and said that since I didn’t have a red nose, I wouldn’t be guiding Santa Claus’ sleigh on Christmas Eve. They told me that a real Brit would eat one of Britain’s national dishes like a roast beef sandwich for lunch or at least Britain’s other national dish which is curried lentils wrapped in naan bread. Only a total loser would eat tuna fish sandwiches every day they said to me.”

Renfield was getting so caught up in his own rhetoric about this bullying incident that never happened, he was giving quite the salt water performance.

Amadeus buried his head in his hands. This would probably be yet another Renfieldian dating ploy that would backfire.

. . .

Meanwhile in Ankara Turkey, that country’s bully Recep Tayyip Erdogan was meeting with Russian President President Vladimir Putin to discuss their new moves for the Middle East in the wake of Donald Trump’s recognition of Jerusalem as the capital of Israel 🇮🇱.

Hours earlier Putin had met with Syrian President Bashar al-Assad at the Russian Hmeimim Air Base near the Syrian port city of Lattakia.

Meanwhile in the port city of Lattakia itself, a beautiful young woman giantess (who days before had been a statue of the Palmyrene Empire Queen Zenobia in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea waters off the coast of Lattakia) was walking through the town.

She laughed heartedly when she saw someone holding an android tablet where a Facebook video of some British Member of Parliament who said he was being bullied for eating tuna fish sandwiches was being played.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday December 11th
2017.

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Recep Tayyip Erdogan and The Vampiress Priestess of Baal

September 2, 2017 at 3:17 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Religion, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , )

Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan was pacing the halls of his Presidential Palace.

Back in April, the Turkish leader had sent His Majesty King Abdullah II of Jordan a letter demanding that custodianship of the Haram al-Sharif and all Islamic holy sites in Jerusalem be transferred to him Recep Tayyip Erdogan when he the said Recep became the new Sultan of a revived Ottoman Empire.

And of all the audacious things in the world, King Abdullah II of Jordan had still not bothered to answer him back and it was now September.

The man should really be beheaded, Recep thought to himself as he cut a head of lettuce in two with a meat cleaver.

“Good evening, your Majesty,” a sensuous feminine voice spoke behind him.

Recep turned.

Standing there was a beautiful dark-haired dark skinned and dark eyed woman wearing a purple evening dress.

Around her neck was a diamond necklace.

The diamonds were cut in the shape and form of human skulls.

“Well, I’m not the Sultan just yet,” Recep blushed, “Ummm… who are you by the way?”.

“I am the Vampiress Allatallahbel the Priestess of Baal,” she approached him.

“Baal?” Recep scratched his head, “Wasn’t he an ancient Canaanite deity?”.

“He was,” Allatallahbel stood inches away from his throat.

“Ummm… what do you want with me?” Recep asked.

“I’m here to help make you…” she smiled and showed her large vampiric incisors.

“To help make me…?” Recep was starting to feel visibly uncomfortable.

“Sultan,” she smiled at him.

“Oh, Sultan,” he laughed and adjusted his collar, “of course.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday September 2nd
2017.

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This Ottoman Is Getting A Little Worn

March 3, 2017 at 7:28 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Religion, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

In Berlin, Germany, Chancellor Angela Merkel was enjoying a nice dinner of sauerkraut and German sausages along with a glass of white Riesling wine.

In Ankara, Turkey, Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan the would-be Sultan of a revived Ottoman Empire was busy peeing his pants and foaming at the mouth over the fact that Berlin wouldn’t allow rallies in Germany for his pro-dictatorship referendum among Turkish citizens living there.

A pissed off Erdogan accused Berlin of “aiding and harbouring terror”.

As Erdogan continued to rant and rave in one of the 250 rooms of the new Presidential Palace in Ankara, a bat flew into the room.

The bat immediately turned into a Greek woman wearing a Phoenician purple coloured evening dress.

“Who the Hell are you?” Erdogan demanded to know as saliva flew up into his moustache.

The woman who was a vampiress picked Erdogan up by his collar and threw him against one of the room’s gold-plated walls.

“I am the Vampiress Theodora, you impotent little bedwetter with a small penis,” the Byzantine vampiress introduced herself, “in my mortal life, I was the Byzantine Empress Theodora the wife of the Emperor Justinian I the greatest Emperor of the Byzantine Empire. Just letting you know that the Ottoman Empire will never be revived. Istanbul shall revert to being called Constantinople again and will once again be the capital of a new Byzantine Empire after you centuries old interlopers have gone.”

She kicked Erdogan in his children’s marbles sized testicles with her purple spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes, turned into a bat and left.

“Ow,” Erdogan rubbed his testicles, “I think I much prefer that ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith who has the little green frog called Nimrod that sometimes jumps up from the top of her low-cut dress.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday March 3rd 2017.

Byzantine Empress Theodora

Theodora: Byzantium shall be restored.

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Turks In Jarablus Syria

September 8, 2016 at 1:39 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Espionage, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Mythology, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Turks In Jarablus Syria

Turkish forces had crossed the Turkish-Syrian border into Syria to attack the town of Jarablus.

Ostensibly Turkey claimed it had done so to wipe out ISIS forces in charge of the town.

The western news media backed Turkey’s claim.

As Russian President Vladimir Putin watched the Turkish incursion into Syria on television, he did not believe the claim.

ISIS had been cleared from the town earlier this year by Russian planes and Syrian government troops.

Putin realized that now was the time to set in motion Operation Justinian.

He was glad he had visited the Mount Athos Monastery a few months back.

For Operation Justinian would require supernatural help.

Greek Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras received a phone call from Moscow.

Although Prime Minister Tsipras being an atheistic Marxist did not believe in the existence of the Supernatural, he thought Operation Justinian was a good idea.

In his colossal London mansion, the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set was on the phone discussing events in Syria with the mysterious individual who called himself Robur the Conquerer (after Jules Verne’s character).

“You’re right,” Set agreed and motioned to his butler and valet Athelstan to bring him a pen, “we should set those events in motion now.”

Meanwhile on the ground outside Jarablus, Turkish soldiers noticed the ground moving up and down in mysterious fashion.

“Do you see those sand dunes moving up and down?” One soldier asked another.

“Yes,” the other soldier nodded.

Then emerged from the sandy ground were men who were half-man and half-fish (mermen -the top part was human, the bottom part was fish).

The mermen carried machine guns with them and proceeded to wipe out the Turkish troops.

Flying high above the sight was the individual Robur The Conquerer who watched the scene unfolding below.

He quietly drank a glass of bourbon mixed with human blood.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday September 7th
2016.

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As The World Turns

February 18, 2016 at 8:59 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Religion, The Supernatural, Theology, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

As The World Turns

“So,” Renfield looked at the morning paper, “Pope Francis won’t judge homosexuals but he will judge Donald Trump.”

“Is the Pope a hairdresser?” Amadeus Emanon asked.

. . .

At that moment Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was having a dream (or possibly a psychic vision) in his aquarium down at the Set Enterprises Lab.

In the dream, Donald Trump was holding a press conference announcing that he was dumping his third wife Melania and would be marrying– another man! – an 18-year-old fitness and aerobics instructor named Spartacus Faberge Duvalier.

Dressed in a pink wedding dress with adjoining pink coloured hair toupee, Trump fumed at the media, “How dare the Pope question my Christianity?”.

. . .

The demon Asmodeus was sitting in a restaurant in Zurich, Switzerland at a table across from the ancient Babylonian Vampiress Lilith who was wearing a lovely pink magnolia coloured evening dress.

“I had a strange dream last night,” Lilith recalled, “I dreamed I had to wrestle Donald Trump in order to buy this dress.”

“That is a strange dream,” Asmodeus admitted as he bit into his fried frogs’ legs with great relish (and a smattering of mustard).

The sheer joy with which Asmodeus bit into the frogs’ legs caused Nimrod the ancient king of Babylon (and builder of the city and Tower of Babel) to wince.

Nimrod himself had been turned into a frog as a result of a magical kiss gone awry.

The little green frog sat there on a small lily pad in a huge bowl of water on the white table cloth eating his own little dish of green algae and fresh escargot.

“So our plans for World War III are proceeding smoothly,” Lilith lowered the front top of her dress allowing Nimrod a great visual look of her cleavage causing the little green frog to roar like a tiger taking a shower in a Bavarian alpine village.

“How so?” Asmodeus spit a leaf of lettuce out of his mouth, “I never understood how anyone could be vegetarian.”

“Turkey will attack Syria to destroy the YPG Kurdish Army,” Lilith explained, “and this will cause Russia to attack Turkey and eventually seize Istanbul re-naming it Constantinople and restoring the Byzantine Empire with Putin as the new Byzantine Emperor as well as the new Czar of all the Russias.”

“But wouldn’t Barack Obama do something about that?” Nimrod asked.

On the television screen in the restaurant, CNN was showing a clip of Obama interviewing Kermit the Frog for the job of Supreme Court Justice to replace the late Antonin Scalia and was quizzing the amphibian superstar celebrity on his knowledge of legal jurisprudence and even more importantly as far as Obama was concerned- where he stood on the issues of abortion and same sex marriage.

“I’m sorry,” Nimrod lowered his head in shame and went back to eating his algae and escargot, “that was a stupid question.”

. . .

Russian President Vladimir Putin was sitting in his Kremlin office when a beautiful Greek looking vampiress wearing a Phoenician purple evening dress came flying through the window.

Putin had encountered several vampiresses in this manner the past few years.

“I am the Vampiress Theodora,” said the beautiful vampiress in the Phoenician purple evening dress, “I am here to help you re-take Istanbul from the Turks, re-name it Constantinople and make it the new capital of the greatest empire the world has ever seen – a combined Byzantine and Imperial Russian Empire with yourself as both Byzantine Emperor and Russian Czar.”

Putin inwardly felt that this was indeed his true destiny ever since he had an epiphany on his first visit to Israel as President of Russia in April 2005.

“Theodora,” Putin sampled some black olives from a dish in front of him, “that’s a Greek name isn’t it?”.

“Indeed,” Theodora flashed him a warm smile through her vampiric incisors, “in my mortal life, I was the Empress Theodora the wife of Justinian I the greatest emperor of the Byzantine Empire.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday February 18th
2016.

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Five Fingers of Death: The Black Hand and Writing On The Wall

November 25, 2015 at 9:07 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Five Fingers of Death: The Black Hand and Writing On The Wall

“The moving finger writes and having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy tears wash out a Word of it.”

-The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

. . .

The Turkish diplomat walked the streets of Moscow.

He wrapped his scarf around his face as much to hide himself as to keep out the Russian cold.

It had been a hectic couple of days ever since Turkey had shot down a Russian plane.

The diplomat was struggling to ensure that the incident didn’t lead to the outbreak of war.

He stood looking at the view of the Kremlin from his vantage point.

The diplomat suddenly felt a tapping on his shoe.

He looked down and saw a severed charcoal burnt Black Hand.

The Black Hand crawled up his pants and then up his jacket and then proceeded to strangle him with his scarf.

The diplomat fell to the ground quite dead.

The Black Hand then grabbed a Samsung Galaxy 6 Smart Phone from a shocked tourist (who ran away after the phone was grabbed not wanting to argue with a moving severed hand) and took a photo of the dead Turkish diplomat on the ground with the walls of the Kremlin as a backdrop.

It then posted the photo on Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan’s Facebook page with the inscription written in both Turkish and Russian, “Go fuck yourself, you syphilis infested running dog of Turkey.”

And then signed it,
“Yours respectfully,
Vladimir Putin.”

The Black Hand then pulled down the Turkish diplomat’s pants and undershorts.

The hand then interrupted a mugging on a nearby Moscow street corner to grab the mugger’s large butcher knife.

Both would-be mugger and would-be victim fled at the sight of the severed charcoal burnt Black Hand carrying the knife down the street.

The Black Hand then returned to the slain Turkish diplomat and cut off his penis.

It then stuck the penis in the Turkish diplomat’s mouth and once again took another photo with the Samsung Galaxy 6 Smart Phone.

It then posted the photo to Recep Tayyip Erdogan’s Twitter account with the message, “Chew on this for awhile you mongrelized motherfucker” adding the hash tag
#CaitlynJennerWannabe.

The hand then grabbed the penis and crawled into a nearby Moscow post office.

It helped itself to some postage stamps, an envelope and some string.

It put the diplomat’s penis in the envelope, grabbed some glue, sealed the envelope, attached the appropriate postage and then grabbed a pen and addressed the envelope to

Recep Tayyip Erdogan
Chief Eunuch
Turkish Presidential Palace
Ankara, Turkey

And then wrote a notation on the back of the envelope in Turkish:

Attention Erdogan:
Now you have one.

It then dropped the appropriately addressed and proper postage stamped envelope into a nearby mail box.

All in all a good day’s work for the severed charcoal burnt Black Hand who had been causing trouble throughout the world ever since the Battle of Kosovo in 1389.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday November 25th
2015.

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Renfield and Recep: A Tale of Two Assholes

November 1, 2015 at 9:07 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Renfield and Recep: A Tale of Two Assholes

To Renfield R. Renfield, Sherrielock Holmes would always be THE woman, Renfield thought to himself as he rubbed his buttocks.

He had spent Halloween in Sleepy Hollow, U.S.A.

On the plane ride back home to London, he had sung the Sir Elton John song I’m Still Standing.

And had literally done just what the title says on the entire flight home.

In the living room, Amadeus was watching the news on television.

U.S. Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter was answering questions from members of the media on the TV screen.

“Mr. Secretary,” said one reporter, “given recent happenings in both Iraq and Syria, is the President breaking his promise about not having boots on the ground in those countries?.”

“The President is not breaking his promise,” Carter reiterated, “the Army has a huge appropriations order for ballet slippers under Presidential directive.”

. . .

The MI-6 Operative called Diablos Nocturna was writing an analysis for himself on the results of today’s Parliamentary elections in Turkey.

He wrote, “Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan took another step closer to creating a new Ottoman Empire with himself as Sultan.

His so-called Justice and Development Party (AKP) won a majority of seats in today’s Turkish parliamentary elections.

Blowing away his opponents in two separate bombings since last June’s election and blaming it on ISIS seems to have helped him considerably.

He doesn’t have enough seats in Parliament to enact changes to the Turkish Constitution yet but no doubt a few more well-placed and well-timed bombings will help him overcome those obstacles as well.”

-Diablos Nocturna

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday November 1st
2015.

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