85th Anniversary of The Opening of The 1936 Berlin Summer Olympic Games

August 1, 2021 at 10:51 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

It was 85 years ago today that the 1936 Summer Olympic Games opened in Berlin, Germany the emerging capital of a supposedly 1000 year Third Reich.

Fuhrer Adolf Hitler presided over the opening ceremony to turn it into a centerpiece for Nazi propaganda and German supremacy.

Winston Churchill (then a backbench Bitish MP) had sent over a female British secret agent Erica Munro to try to seduce Hitler at the games opening ceremony (the final result of this encounter Churchill had hoped would be Der Fuhrer drinking a heavily laced poisoned cup of tea whereupon the claws of the Valkyries would deliver old Adolf into the jaws of Cerberus).

A 1930s rare colour photograph of British secret agent Erica Munro as she looked and the way she was dressed at the 1936 Summer Olympic Games opening ceremony in Berlin, Germany.

The plot did not come to pass.

The seduction of Adolf Hitler failed.

Winston Churchill looked at the photograph of Erica Munro as news reached him of the failed seduction attempt.

“How is it possible that my plan failed?” Churchill asked his wife Clementine as he looked at the photograph, “You don’t suppose that old Adolf is a puffter and a brown hatter do you?”.

“Well,” Clementine remarked wryly, “Judging from the way your umbrella is standing at the moment, we know you certainly aren’t.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday August 1st
2021.

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The Tallbanger Scene

March 26, 2021 at 9:57 pm (Entertainment, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Movies, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

1921 Hollywood.

The director Charles William Lewis was directing a scene.

A strange looking man Count Nosferatu had recently approached him about directing a vampire film- an adaptation of Bram Stoker’s novel Dracula.

Lewis had agreed.

And today he would be shooting the scene where Count Nosferatu bites two young women.

Unbeknownst to Lewis, Count Nosferatu was working as an operative for the Soviet Commisar of War Leon Trotsky.

Trotsky was fascinated by the Count Nosferatu’s power of hypnosis.

He was wondering if this hypnotic power could come across via this new medium of film.

If someone like Nosferatu could hypnotize movie audiences and say… make them all Communist in their thinking, it would certainly be a new warfare tactic.

Trotsky would try this experiment in the greatest bastion of capitalism in the world- the United States of America.

And thus Nosferatu went to America.

To Hollywood.

And to the now long forgotten Charles William Lewis Studios.

But a friend of British politician Winston Churchill had found out about the Trotsky-Count Nosferatu Plan.

And acting on behalf of Churchill, the friend had gone to America.

To Hollywood.

To the now long forgotten Charles William Lewis Studios.

Nosferatu was now about to make his first appearance in the movie to his two young victims.

He found himself hit over the head by a box of carrots and rendered unconscious.

Churchill’s friend then made his own appearance in the movie.

Although he himself could not be seen.

But his shadow could.

The two actresses screamed.

If the film had been shot in colour and Churchill’s friend could actually be seen (and not just his shadow) the camera would have shown a 6 foot 8 tall bunny rabbit with big pink floppety ears.

Count Nosferatu vanished from history.

Although a German actor named Max Schreck would later play Nosferatu’s persona in an F.W. Murnau directed German Expressionist film released a year later in 1922.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday March 26th
2021.

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A Date With Destiny

November 28, 2020 at 11:28 pm (Detective story, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Poetry, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

It was approaching Christmas 1940
Less than a month away
And Carson Cody Albion
Private Eye
And resident of
Los Angeles, California
decided to spend
Christmas
Like the Christmas of his childhood
Surrounded by crisp white snow on the ground
And glistening frost on the trees

As such he decided to spend Christmas
In the blue Canadian Rockies
On the banks of Lake Louise
Well it wasn’t exactly Lake Louise
But it was a beautiful townhouse chalet
In the beautiful mountain town of Banff
Not far from Lake Louise

He looked up at the clock
And watched the ticking of it
His mind seemed to be transported
forward in time
How far forward he did not know
But he was traveling with a father and a son
In a car
But a car far different from any he had seen

They were traveling across the high plains
of Washington State
Past Electric City
where the father remarked
Not quite the metropolis people hoped it would become
When it was built not far
From the Grand Coulee Dam
And the hydroelectric generating facility there
Past Lake Roosevelt
The lake created by the dam

What was this Electric City?
What was this Grand Coulee Dam?
Carson Cody Albion wondered.
A Lake Roosevelt?
In Washington state?

The father and son drove along the road
They had left what seemed to be desert country
And were now traveling through farmland
On a distant hill they could see what appeared
to be an abandoned one room schoolhouse
On top of the hill

On the side of the schoolhouse
Was faded ancient lettering
That read “Class of ’41”
I suppose, the son remarked,
That school was closed
shortly after the last class there
The Class of ’41 had graduated.
Little did that class of ’41
know the struggles they were about to face
And how the world they knew
Would change forever.

Albion thought to himself
Surely there were no one room schoolhouses
In Washington state (then a territory)
In 1841.
The class of ’41 they were talking about
Must surely be the class that graduated
In June 1941
Next year Albion reflected.

Albion’s mind returned to the present
His present
The last days of November 1940
He turned on the radio

The radio was delivering news bulletins
From the date May 10th 1940
Germany had just invaded
Belgium, France, Luxembourg
and the Netherlands
Neville “Peace in our time” Chamberlain
has just resigned as British Prime Minister
And Winston Churchill has just been summoned
to Buckingham Palace
There in the presence of King George VI
to be sworn in as Prime Minister
and to preside over a wartime UK
coalition government

After being sworn in,
Churchill later talks
to a BBC radio reporter,
“I feel all my life
I have been walking with destiny
And that all my life has
been but a trial and preparation
for this hour…”

The radio seemed to move forward
In time to a month later
June 18th 1940
When Churchill was giving a speech
In Parliament
Giving a summation of the impending Battle of Britain
“This was their finest hour…”

Albion then looked over towards the chair
By the window
And noticed a beautiful woman sitting there
Dressed in the most beautiful dress
And the finest shoulder length
Black leather gloves

Albion had no idea
How the woman got there
He had never even seen her enter the room
And believe me, Albion thought to himself,
She’s definitely one woman you would notice
enter a room.

“Who are you?” He asked her.

The woman smiled and answered, “I am Destiny”

Albion walked over to her
And embraced Destiny.

-A Carson Cody Albion
narrative poem
written by Christopher
Saturday November 28th
2020.

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Sophia Watches Yaldabaoth’s Attempted Coup Against Mussolini

September 20, 2020 at 10:51 pm (Comedy, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Humour, International Intrigue, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )


Sophia the Greco-Egyptian Gnostic goddess of wisdom heading towards Il Duce’s residence in Rome where her son Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun was trying to stage a coup d’etat against Mussolini

The year was 1940.

The month was September.

And Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun was in Winston Churchill’s underground bunker in London.

Churchill tried to be an amiable host but he was becoming quite alarmed at the amount of his good brandy that the Irish leprechaun was drinking.

“So Michael Collins told you to look me up whenver you were in London?” Churchill offered Yaldabaoth a cigar in hopes that would momentarily stop his fast moving consumption of brandy for a while as the wee leprechaun smoked it.

Michael Collins had been the first Prime Minister of the Irish Free State and he had been assassinated by anti Anglo-Irish Treaty forces on August 22nd 1922.

During the summer of 1921, Michael Collins had gone to London to negotiate a peace treaty ending the Anglo-Irish War.

His British counterpart in the negotiations had been Winston Churchill.

Collins said to Churchill, “I’ve got a complaint. Your British Army once put a price on my head. £1000 for my capture- dead or alive.”

Churchill feigned mock outrage, “You’ve got a complaint? You’ve got a complaint? Let me show you something to complain about.”

Churchill went and got the old Boer War Wanted poster offering anyone £25 for the capture of Winston Churchill Dead Or Alive.

He showed it to Collins.

Said Churchill, “Now there’s something to complain about. I was only worth £25 while you were worth a 1000.”

Collins had to laugh.

After that exchange, the two men became close friends and negotiated a peace treaty.

The treaty was signed on December 6th 1921.

When Yaldabaoth had finished his cigar after Churchill had recounted his meeting with Michael Collins, the leprechaun reached to pour himself another glass of brandy.

Churchill looked glum and said, “I’m ticked.”

Yaldbaoth quickly withdrew his hand from the bottle.

“Why is that?” The leprechaun asked.

“British Intelligence informs me that Mussolini intends to invade Greece in the very near future,” Churchill poured himself another brandy, “There seems to be no end to that bloodthirsty guttersnipe Hitler and his Italian jackal Mussolini spreading their filth all over the soil of Europe.”

Yaldabaoth apologized for his leprechaunish intrusion and left.

He summoned his pet pterodactyl (the leprechaun had no idea where this pterodactyl came from and didn’t bother to ask) and flew to Rome.

He would overthrow Mussolini in a coup d’etat thnking that this would make Churchill happy.

Yaldabaoth retreated to an Italian taverna where he ordered and drank 999 bottles of Italian red wine.

Feeling sufficiently buoyant as a result of all that wine imbibing, Yaldabaoth then went to Il Duce’s palatial residence, crawled up to the top balcony and then gave a speech in which he asked the populace of Italy to rise up and overthrow Mussolini.

Needless to say, the little leprechaun’s speech created a lot of commotion in the Italian capital.

Word of the booze happy little leprechaun’s coup attempt reached the ears of his mother Sophia the Greco-Egyptian Gnostic goddess of wisdom who was currently living in Rome.


Sophia marched herself down to Il Duce’s residence while being followed by a crowd of happy onlookers.

Sophia wanted to get up to the upper balcony of Il Duce’s residence.

A huge group of male volunteers grabbed a ladder and held it as she crawled up to the upper balcony.

The male ladder holders gazed up totally spellbound as Sophia went up the ladder.

Papal excommunications for publicly masturbating on the spot were widespread that day.

Sophia wagged her finger admonishingly at Yaldabaoth, “Yaldabaoth, put an end to this nonsense. You just don’t have the resources to overthrow Il Duce Benito Mussolini.”

“But,” Yaldabaoth protested, “I drank 999 bottles of red wine in the Contento Bacchus Taverna to say nothing of the multitudinous glasses of brandy I had at Churchill’s London bunker which caused the British Prime Minister to declare another wartime emergency upon my leaving. That should be more than enough resources to topple Mussolini.”

“Yaldabaoth,” Sophia warned, “I know you’re almost 2000 years old but that doesn’t mean you’re still too old to spank.”

Yaldaboth continued with his speech.

Whereupon Sophia took Yaldabaoth over her knee and spanked him.

As Sophia went down the ladder carrying the errant leprechaun and his glowing rosy red bottom, a group of male ladder holders at the bottom of the ladder started shouting, “Now spank me”, “Me too” and “Me as well, please”.

At the Potsdam Conference in 1945, a constipated and dour looking Soviet dictator Josef Stalin demanded that the wee Irish leprechaun’s coup attempt against Mussolini be erased from the history books.

And so it was.

Until 80 years to the day later, it is now being told for the first time.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday September 20th
2020.

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Boston U. 1950 Grads, Churchill’s Finest Moment, Lee’s Removal and Northam’s Ozymandias Failure

June 4, 2020 at 10:47 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Boston U. 1950 Grads, Churchill’s Finest Moment, Lee’s Removal and Northam’s Ozymandias Failure

70 years ago today on June 4th 1950, Boston University President Daniel Marsh told graduating students “if the current television craze continues, we are destined to have a nation of morons.”

He made that statement back in the days of the golden age of television when they actually had good programs.

British MP Renfield R. Renfield told CNN’s Anderson Cooper, “His prophecy came to past. 70 years later, America is a nation of morons.” 

And it was 80 years ago today on June 4th 1940 that Winston Churchill made one of the greatest speeches in recorded history, his WE SHALL NEVER SURRENDER SPEECH.

80 years later, most of the leaders of the world are all unofficial graduates of the Bungling Bozo Institute of Clowns.

From the UN to the WHO to the Vatican to the White House to Joe Biden’s basement campaign headquarters where the Democratic presumptive presidential nominee was longing to get back on the campaign trail again so he’d once again be able to start sniffing the hair of the woman who happened to be standing next to him.

Meanwhile in the state of Virginia, Virginia’s demagogic Democratic Party state governor Ralph Northam (part of a vastly overpopulated breed of Neo-Marxist-Leninist freaks, weirdos and crackpots who now make up 95% of U.S. Democratic Party politicians- mayors, state governors, Presidential nominees and quite possibly even dog catchers) announced that the statue of Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee (the man whose portrait hung in the Oval Office along with that of Abraham Lincoln and Benjamin Franklin back in the days when Dwight D. Eisenhower worked there as President) would be removed from the state capital of Richmond.

A round of applause erupted at the press conference when Gov. Northam announced that the statue would be removed thus showing that Boston University President Daniel Marsh’s prophecy of a “nation of morons” had indeed come to pass (the late American novelist John Kennedy Toole might have referred to Ralph Northam’s contemporary 21st century Virginia as “a confederacy of dunces”).

Talking to an aide in his office later as Gov. Northam burnt incense in front of small statues of Baal and Baphomet, his aide asked him what he might replace Gen. Lee’s statue with.

“I’m thinking of erecting a 666 foot statue of myself there and commanding all the citizens of the state to come and worship it,” Gov. Northam smiled.

At that moment, Gov. Northam received a text message from British MP Renfield R. Renfield telling him that he was “too bland and boring to be the Antichrist”.

“What how dare Renfield tell me that I’m too bland and boring to be the Antichrist?” Northam foamed at the mouth, “After all I’ve been trying to use this pandemic to shut every public house of worship in this state down.”

Another text message came in on dopey demagogue Northam’s smart phone.

Northam threw his phone against the wall, “That was Canada’s Prime Minister Justin Trudeau who just text messaged me a photo of himself wearing blackface and asking me, “How’s it going, bro?”.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday June 4th
2020.

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Renfield Lambasts Canada’s Trotskyite Agitators While Pansy Justin Minces In Munich

February 14, 2020 at 11:44 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

Renfield Lambasts Canada’s Trotskyite Agitators While Pansy Justin Minces In Munich

British MP Renfield R. Renfield delivered the following speech to the Canada Club in London, England

“Britain’s Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain visited Munich in 1938 and waved a piece of paper saying “Peace in our time.”

Canada’s Prime Minister Justin Trudeau visits Munich in 2020 and waves a limp wrist saying “Pot in our time.”

And his country is definitely going to pot.

The Trotskyite World Socialist Fourth International openly bragged about intending to use the Wet’ suwet’en hereditary chiefs’ land dispute with a gas pipeline company as the grounds to sabotage Canadian infrastructure and bring the Canadian economy to a crashing halt by shutting down the nation’s rail system.

And what is Canada’s pot smoking leader doing about it?

He says he wants dialogue and reconciliation to resolve the dispute.

Nobody has obviously told this bozo you can’t reasonably dialogue with Marxist revolutionary scumbags.

So let me be the first.

Justin, you bozo, you can’t reasonably dialogue with Marxist revolutionary scumbags.

Seeing the violence and sheer brutality that the unwashed masses of the anarcho-Marxist thugs and hooligans of ANTIFA engage in in the U.S. should convince one of that.

But it’s difficult to see the world properly when one is looking at it behind a haze of pot smoke.

The R.C.M.P. in Canada have not moved against the thugs and hooligans who have brought Canada’s rail network to a halt by blockading the railway interchange at Belleville, Ontario.

Even though they do have a court injunction telling the protestors to take down their blockade.

A court injunction paper that an unwashed Trotskyite agitator on the Belleville rail intersection burnt.

But Justin whines in Munich, “We must have dialogue and reconciliation.”

Meanwhile Atlantic Canada is running out of propane to heat their homes because there’s no rail traffic bringing it.

Prairie farmers are unable to transport their grain.

Small businesses can’t keep up their inventory.

Grocery store shelves in some parts of Canada may start going bare.

All because a bunch of spoiled brat Wet’suwet’en hereditary chiefs have their panties in a knot.

Send Bruce/Caitlyn Jenner up there to tell them how to untangle it if they have to.

But don’t bring the entire Canadian nation to a halt.

Meanwhile the Trotskyites and their useful idiot supporters are using the terms “racist” and “colonialist” to describe everyone who criticizes their illegal and anarchistic actions.

Such as Canadian Opposition leader Andrew Scheer whose call for the rule of law to be upheld and these protesting and blockading and revolting bums to be put in jail is sending much of Canada’s leftist media into apoplexy.

Soon they will be quarantined by their physicians as their shaking and paroxysms and spasms will be taken for signs of the Coronavirus.

Being called “neo-colonialist”, “racist”, “sexist” and “homophobic” is something that Marxist agitators will always use to attempt to silence their opponents.

Thus any resemblance between political correctness and Marxism is not purely coincidental – as they’re both one and the same.

Although The Washington Post, The New York Times and most of the U.S. Democratic Party have yet to figure that out.

Justin Trudeau’s problem is that he’s an Antonio Gramscian Marxist and therefore somewhat of a limp wristed pansy when it comes to dealing with hard line Trotskyite insurrection and revolt.

His father Pierre Elliot was also a Marxist but at least he was a Mao and Fidel Castro admiring Marxist.

Therefore he wasn’t afraid to put his foot down when faced with an attempt at armed insurrection and overthrow of civil society.

When the Communist inclined FLQ (Fronte de Liberation du Quebec) kidnapped a British diplomat and a Quebec provincial cabinet minister in October of 1970, Pierre Elliot Trudeau invoked the Emergency War Measures Act and had all the FLQ bums arrested and thrown in jail.

Sadly Justin will not do the same with the Mohawk Warriors and other Trotskyite hard line Marxist organizations among Canada’s indigenous peoples.

Lastly I would like to end by quoting my good friend the late Prime Minister Winston Churchill, “You can’t make a good anti-Communist omelette without breaking a few eggs and cracking a few heads.”

Let us hope Canada will one day have a leader who will use that Churchillian recipe.

-Renfield R. Renfield MP
in an address to the Canada Club,
London, England,
Friday February 14th 2020.

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Sherrielock Holmes On All Saints Day

November 1, 2019 at 10:33 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Sherrielock Holmes On All Saints’ Day

From left to right- Estella, her husband British MP Samuel Poundsworth and Sherrielock Holmes (the lesser known but immortal twin sister of Sherlock Holmes)

“It is what it is,” Sherrielock Holmes remarked to British MP Samuel Poundsworth and his wife Estella.

Sherrielock was visiting the Poundsworth estate in northern England on this November 1st in 1936.

MP Winston Churchill was also a guest.

Earlier that evening, the four had attended an All Saints Day service at a church not far from the Poundsworth Estate.

After the service, as the four walked back to the estate, Churchill had remarked, “I don’t know if Germany’s Fuhrer Adolf Hitler is THE Antichrist but he’ll be as close to the Antichrist as you can get in our times.”

Poundsworth and his wife said nothing.

They had encountered Churchill’s rants about Hitler many times before.

In fact the entire British Conservative Party caucus under Stanley Baldwin was getting very sick of Winnie’s constant harping on the subject.

Sherrielock said nothing either but secretly she agreed with Churchill’s assessment on the subject.

That night Poundsworth and his wife heard a commotion coming from one of the guest bedrooms- Sherrielock’s room.

They entered and saw Winnie putting his dressing robe on.

He hurried across the hall to his own room, grabbed an easel, a canvas, his paints, a small chair and a very very extra comfortable cushion and announced he was going outside to do some nighttime painting.

Estella and Samuel looked at Sherrielock.

Sherrielock smiled and said, “It is what it is.”

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

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Serena, Set and Houdini

June 8, 2017 at 3:18 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

It was the year 1920.

And the Egyptian vampire Set had heard that the Great Houdini was performing even greater magic stunts ever since he had hired a new assistant called Serena.

In fact, Set had heard the controversial British politician Winston Churchill say down at the Royal Albert Club, “It is my firm belief that it is the assistant Serena who’s responsible for planning these new amazing tricks of his and not the Great Houdini himself.”

“That’s probably true,” Sir Arthur Conan Doyle piped up while smoking his pipe, “after all, Houdini doesn’t believe in Spiritualism.”

“Neither I believe did that great detective Sherlock Holmes,” Churchill answered back over his brandy.

Doyle harrumphed.

For Doyle had chronicled Holmes’ career.

“I hear some people say that she’s from the future,” a dodgy old member of the House of Lords spoke up.

“She must be,” Churchill answered, “she says I’ll be Prime Minister someday.”

“More likely from an insane asylum then,” an opposing Member of Parliament spoke up.

“Well she did say the distant future is an insane asylum,” Churchill reflected.

Set thought he better go see this magician’s assistant himself.

If she’s from the future, she may be able to tell me what I should invest in, thought Set.

For Set worked as an investment analyst in the City of London.

In fact, he was the only investment analyst in London one could phone in the middle of the night.

The fact that he was a vampire was what kept him up at night.

Set went to the dressing room of the theatre where Houdini was performing.

Without knocking, he entered the door marked ASSISTANT.

And then he saw her.
Serena the Magician's Assistant

Serena.

For the first time since he thought he was in love with his sister Isis (which led to the whole family dispute with his brother Osiris and his nephew Horus), Set was in love.

Love at first sight.

A vampire had fallen for a magician’s assistant.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday June 8th
2017.

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Vampire Set and Princess Fawzia Fuad of Egypt

April 1, 2017 at 3:35 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

The Egyptian vampire Set had returned to Egypt in 1938.

It had been 20 years since he had left Egypt- his tomb having been dug up in November 1918 and his having hopped aboard a ship to England at Alexandria in December 1918.

He noticed since his 1938 return to Egypt that he was naturally being followed around the country by two British Intelligence agents who had been following him now for quite a number of years- Henry Armstrong and Thomas Tennyson.

He gathered that the two intelligence agents were in close contact with a British MP who didn’t seem to like him- Winston Churchill.

Set wondered whether Churchill’s enmity was due to the Egyptian vampire’s friendship with Germany’s Fuhrer Adolf Hitler.

While in Egypt, Set fell in love with a 16-year-old Egyptian girl Princess Fawzia Fuad of Egypt the daughter of Egypt’s king Fuad I.

But while Sol Invictus Set was showing her many a hot night in Cairo and Alexandria, plans were being made for the Princess’ engagement to Iran’s Crown Prince Mohammad Reza Pahlavi. The Crown Prince’s father Reza Shah Pahlavi favoured the marriage in that it united a Sunni royal the Egyptian princess with a Shia royal the Iranian Crown Prince.

The Royal couple’s engagement was announced in May 1938.

Set, never one for observing rules or protocol, continued to see the princess.

A group of British commandos captured and imprisoned Set so that Princess Fawzia Fuad of Egypt could marry Crown Prince Mohammad Reza Pahlavi of Iran at Abdeen Palace in Cairo on March 15th 1939- a marriage that was approved of by Set’s sister the Paris-based Egyptian vampiress Isis.

While Set was being held at an underground dungeon in Cairo, an owl appeared at his dungeon window one moonlit night.

The owl was in reality the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith who had shapeshifted into an owl.

“Do you need some help?” The owl asked in a hooting manner.

“Yes, fly to Berlin and tell my friend Adolf to get me out of here,” Set pleaded.

The owl did just that.

A surprise Nazi commando raid rescued Mr. Sol Invictus Set.

Set flew to Tehran where he showed up at the Marble Palace in Tehran and asked the new Queen of Iran Fawzia Fuad to sail away to a Caribbean island with him.
Princess Fawzia Fuad

Queen Fawzia refused citing an allergy to coconut milk.

Set bitterly said to Fawzia before he left, “Your marriage won’t last.”

He was right.

Fawzia left Iran and moved back to Cairo in May 1945 and obtained an Egyptian divorce. Her official Iranian divorce came through on November 17th, 1948.

Set having left Iran in April of 1939 went back to London and drowned his sorrows in Caribbean rum and coconut milk.

Crown Prince Mohammad Reza Pahlavi who became King of Iran in September 1941 (and was later to declare himself Emperor or King of Kings of the country on October 26th 1967) enjoyed a great continuing friendship with the Paris-based Egyptian vampiress Isis as well as one of Isis’ great friends the Luciferian satanist David Rockefeller.

Sol Invictus Set who was a satanic satanist (as opposed to the wishy washy luciferian satanists like his sister Isis, esteemed banker David Rockefeller, billionaire businessman George Soros and the Clintons Bill and Hillary) got his revenge on the Shah by arranging his overthrow through the help of a satanic satanist Shia clergyman the Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini who attained power in Tehran in February 1979.

Sol Invictus Set was later convinced by one of his employees Renfield R. Renfield to abandon support for the Islamic Republic of Iran and support the Israelis instead.

Set still continued to oppose Arab Spring groups who were backed by Osiris and Isis’ luciferian satanist elites within the U.S. and Western Europe.

As for Princess Fawzia Fuad, she died in Cairo Egypt on July 2nd 2013.

Set never bothered attending her funeral as this would have interrupted a scheduled golf game he had with British Prime Minister David Cameron.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday April 1st
2017.

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The Royal Albert Club London- 1927

February 23, 2017 at 6:02 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Henry Armstrong and Thomas Tennyson were both with British Intelligence. They were meeting with a British politician Winston Churchill at the Royal Albert Club in London.

All three men were members of the Royal Albert Club. The meeting was unofficial. What brought all 3 men together were their concerns about a rising political movement in Germany- Nazism.

The year was 1927. Most members of the British political establishment and most members of the British Intelligence community were not worried about Nazism.

The concerns these men had were dismissed by their compatriots as a very odd and eccentric form of obsession. It would only be after 1945 that these men would be regarded as visionaries.

“So this wealthy Egyptian who lives in Berlin and calls himself Mr. Sol Invictus Set is not a racist,” Churchill chewed the end of his cigar.

“No, he seemed to very much enjoy the company of Miss Josephine Baker in Paris,” Thomas Tennyson showed Churchill the pictures that British Intelligence had taken of the evening.

“Yes, he is very much enjoying himself indeed,” Churchill took a sip of brandy, “What a very beautiful and lovely woman this Miss Josephine Baker is. Set has excellent taste in women.”

Churchill continued to gaze at one picture in particular.

“Ahem,” Thomas Tennyson cleared his throat, “I think your darling Clementine would clearly have some concerns about the amount of time you’re spending looking at that photo of Miss Baker.”

“Yes, well,” Churchill handed the photos back to Tennyson, “I’m the sort of person who doesn’t like to forget a face.”

Henry Armstrong had to work overtime in controlling himself not to break into a huge fit of laughter over the Churchillian remark.

“So if Set isn’t racist,” Churchill sat back in his chair and puffed on his cigar, “why is he using his earnings off Chicago mobster Al Capone’s bootleg booze to donate such huge sums of money to Corporal Hitler’s German National Socialist Workers’ Party?”.

“Set seems to have an obsession with power,” Henry Armstrong explained.

“So Set will back any individual capable of arousing the masses to attain power and Set will be the power behind the throne?” Churchill said.

“Exactly,” Armstrong nodded.

“And he owns vast amounts of property here in Britain?” Churchill raised an eyebrow.

“He does,” Armstrong nodded again.

“Hm, this is definitely a matter for His Majesty’s Government to look into,” Churchill bit his cigar again, “we can’t have foreign nationals going around owning huge swathes of Britain.”

“Actually,” Tennyson interjected, “we’ve now found out that Set was granted British citizenship in 1922. He’s a subject of the British Crown.”

Churchill spilled brandy all over his tie after this last remark. He thought of switching from British bulldog mode to Swiss Saint Bernard mode and start licking the brandy off his tie but thought better of it.

“How the Hell did he manage that?” A flabbergasted Churchill asked.

“He’s apparently good friends with the Prince of Wales,” Armstrong explained.

“Really?” Churchill was likewise good friends with the Prince of Wales but was totally unaware of Set’s friendship with the flamboyant Prince Edward, “how is that possible?”.

“Well,” Tennyson blushed, “”Set has acted as what you might call the Prince of Wales’ pimp. He’s lined up women and dates for him.”

“Good God,” Churchill spit the end of his cigar into his now empty glass of brandy, “and is he continuing to act as the Prince of Wales’ pimp?”.

“Probably not from Berlin, no,” Tennyson shook his head.

“Well, I hope he doesn’t return to this country then,” Churchill motioned to the Royal Albert Club waiter for more cigars and brandy, “that’s all we need. This wealthy bootlegger/pimp Set getting the Prince of Wales involved with some woman who might cause a major crisis for this country sometime in the next 10 years.”

Armstrong glanced through a Simpson’s store catalogue that his sister from Canada had sent him.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 15th
2017.

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