Real Vampires

Are the Ruling Elite the Subconscious Inspiration for Postmodern Vampire Mythology?

Based on a discussion with the friend whom I call Nero the Pict, in a small Pennsylvania town, on July 22, 2017.

Books, comics, movies and TV, a generation after Anne Rice’s Interview with a Vampire, remain dominated by the vampire, often the sympathetic vampire.

Why are multiple generations of Americans wedded to this antiheroic figure?

How come the vampire has become the hero?

Essentially, the vampire represents apex parasitism. He is not the sneaky mosquito or ankle biting flea that steals a drink of blood at its peril, but dominates the human herd one meal at a time while mesmerizing the vast human collective. Seen in that light, the modern real life counterpart of the vampire is the Deep State, which is to say those intelligence agencies that inform, misinform, elevate and depose our political class. Just like the vampire who lives on in undead form to afflict generations of humans, the Deep State is a permanent political organism, nigh immortal compared to the four-year president, with each of its agents serving at least five times longer than an elected official.

  

That is an adult’s view of the vampire. But what of the child? Does the life of a child have a unique correlation with the vampire myth?

                

Eaters of the Young

I wanted to cry when Trevor, my grandson said, “School is death,” at age 5. This is the view of the healthy loved child who is taken from his parents and numerous grandparents and aunts and uncles who normally take care of him and teach him when his parents are working [since he is not allowed to work and is thus severed from his father] and placed among a herd of peers under the direction of a strange adult.

I have known numerous people who were raped as children and Trevor, at age 5, had an instinctive sense that he was being taken from safety and placed into peril simply based on the mechanics of the social setting, not on any threat by the teacher, who was a doll-baby deluded liberal mothering the children that might otherwise have stretched out her boyish hips and made jogging inconvenient. Any system is susceptible to manipulation, most easily and effectively from above, a dietary pyramid for devouring human souls. Trevor had a sense for this. I discovered this on my first day of school. Any person placed in prison—the institution with more architectural and systemic commonalities to the public school than any other—soon learns this.

Due to the underlying aspect of all systems, manipulation of lesser humans by greater, will occur and rape is the most extreme aspect of these manipulations. This has been cherry-picked by the media. Let me use the Catholic Church for one example.    

The most recent sensational example of child rape is a Netflix documentary called The Keepers about a priest, who was also a psychiatrist and the principal of a girl’s school, systematically and blatantly raping girls and killing the nun who tried to stop him. He did this all with Baltimore City Police assistance. One cop interviewed was still terrified that other cops would punish him, even though this happened some 45 years ago!

Yes, the media has the knives out for the Catholic Church.  But rather than consume their takeaway let us look at it logically.

The principal was a priest and a psychiatrist. To most Christians, psychiatry is a blasphemous abomination, a twisted view of humanity. His priestly status gave him unquestionable stature. But might it have been the psychiatry in play when he attacked?

As far as Catholics abusing children in this instance there was the monster priest and the hero nun, who died protecting her girls. That is a moral wash.

The principal/priest/psychiatrist did all of his vile deeds in cooperation with numerous on duty police officers, who were allowed to rape beautiful young girls as part of their induction into his rape cult. Police departments are systems entirely built on attracting operatives with a need for power over others. Might this be viewed as a police crime?

And finally, the purest view is that all of the prey were female children, their defender was a single female adult and all of the predators were adult males.

In a practical view, the girls were doomed, because their protector was a lone female, operating out of an assumption of moral superiority, who was in a closed female herd bounded by male predators. If this nun had been a woman married to a deer hunting redneck, well then we might have had a positive resolution, with two cops and a priest having their heads blown off.

This is why all systems deny the heroic and exclude attached adult males from in-system contact with the prey that has been taken from their protection. This is also why younger brothers of the child’s parents—the creepy uncle—have been used as the mainstay child rapist by the media, for it is exactly this man who is most likely to avenge his niece or nephew. And who would punish him? The police and their robed masters, the ushers and priests of the Soul-Eating State.

Let us now look at the vampire’s prey from a dietary view:

Delectable Youth

The best peas are “young” peas, advertised as such, or as “tiny,” “petite,” or “tender,” on every package label. Such labeling targets older adult consumers. 

Likewise baby carrots, baby potatoes and pearl onions [my favorite] are all regarded as tastier than the adult versions of these foods.

As for meat, veal, a tormented and abused baby bovine is regarded as the tastiest and most valuable meat in the supermarket case, so valuable that it is cut to order only.  

Does one eat mutton or lamb?

Of course, the superior taste of baby sheep over adult sheep is so pronounced that only mythic trolls—and one supposes, British Commonwealth troops—dine on mutton.

Might it be that new life tastes better, that that soul which has been bathed less in social toxins and remains innocent is tastiest to the eater of souls?

Might it simply be that absolute power can only be had by being the puppet master and also preying on the most innocent?

At the same time that the Vampire Antihero Cult rose in the early 1980s, comic book superheroes began to enjoy increased popularity at the expense of traditional heroes.  In the 1970s book racks were packed with Tarzan, Conan, John Carter of Mars and a host of lesser heroes of fantasy.

By the mid-1980s these books were gone and the comic book superhero—who was absolutely unassailable in his apex position, unlike the human heroes of Howard and Burroughs—had graduated from wire spinner racks to the shelves and spread like iconic locusts of absolute dominance. Ironically, a superhero can only be beaten if he makes a mistake or if the villain finds a loophole in his power array, again, like the Vampire Antihero, immune to the efforts of mortals—essentially a walking god.

Vampires through a Child’s Eyes

The primary characteristics of the postmodern vampire in fiction, whether monster or hero, and now more often than not serving the writer as a hero, are:

-Great strength, the vampire possessing such physical advantage over a mortal that the mortal in his hands is as a child.

-Great age, the vampire being so much older than the mortal that it has lived for numerous human lifetimes. This compares to the typical abuser of a child being older by multiples than the point where the child loses its innocence.

-Ignorance of the world—innocence in vampire terms—a world known in detail by the vampire, is the common state of the victim upon which the vampire feeds. Just as the voter knows almost nothing about the interests the politician he elects serves, the vampire’s victim is childlike in her innocence.

-The vampire is cultic, belonging to a deeply imbedded coven of conspirators. This is unique to the postmodern vampire. Where Stoker’s Dracula was a lone manipulator with a few servants, agents and wives, the Rice vampire is but one member of an unseen hierarchy that shadows and supersedes and feasts upon the mortal order, much as the police and priest ate the souls of the innocent in the case of The Keepers discussed above. Child prisons were staff routinely rape inmates are an excellent example, as are public schools, where sex with students has become a common activity among female teachers, women seeming particularly susceptible to the temptation to use levers of systemic power to amplify their own miniscule power.

-Mortal laws of physics do not bind the vampire to the feeble lot of men, enabling him to avoid all blame for his actions by simply vanishing, just as the adult is not bound by the same rules as the child, nor the teacher subject to the strictures applied to the student, nor the cop compelled to live a law abiding life like those he polices.    

-As with the child rapist, the vampire is destroyed—and most fears—the light of revelation, which kills him, taking all of his clandestine powers away as soon as his vile identity is subject to the light of day. This last case is key in understanding the postmodern vampire as a surrogate for our masters: for the Pizzagate politicians who rape Haitian orphans are vulnerable to the popularity politics of the machine they operate should they be illuminated within it. It is no accident that the most powerful manipulators of the greater society thirst to dine upon the innocence of unsullied youth. I am certain that a look at their dinner lists will reveal an unusual level of lamb and veal consumption and that only tender, early, petite peas pass their palates.

Conclusion

The key to keeping such a system in place is the nuclear family, which has no heroic element, cannot, for the hero or heroine is a sacrificial actionist and if Mom or Dad kill the person who raped their child they will be imprisoned and the family will lose half of its adults and probably its home. There is a video on YouTube, shot in an airport, of a father of a raped karate student slaying the karate instructor-rapist while in custody during extradition.

What a man, vilified by our sick society.

What a hero.

(c) 2017 James LaFond

Brass and Roses

Threads of Old Baltimore

In my late 20s there was a period of a few years, when I worked 45-hours per week, kept a regular midnight to eight schedule and walked home at a strolling pace, thinking of what I had read the previous day, what I would write. During this period of the late 80s there was some black crime infiltrating the area, but it had not become virulent and was confined to night.

I worked in the 5900 block of Belair Road, U.S. Route #1, which threads the east coast from Key West to Maine, back down to the 4700 block, an easy 2 mile walk. I lived with my wife and oldest son just below the ridge line that overlooks the Herring Run Valley, a quarter mile above Holy Redeemer cemetery, where my younger brother Gerard is buried. At this time, the spruce seedling that Vance had planted when he was seven, was grown as tall as him, a smallish 12-year-old boy.

My wife and I had grown further apart with every year and my return to boxing had ended with injury, so I became lost in books, would only watch documentaries on TV, and spent much time in the basement with my books and boxing gear. She knew I was in no hurry coming home and that hurt, I supposed.

I used to make a right turn off of Belair onto Woodlea, which was a curving street that served as a shortcut to the portion of Southern Avenue that met Luerssen, the street I was unsuccessfully buying a house on. I had stopped walking up Southern. Bear, the savage black terrier I had given to Rich the Prison Guard, had not forgotten me and would bark painfully for me to come visit. When I’d get to the fence, Bear, all 15 pounds of him, would savagely attack the pitbull and German shepherd he shared the fenced yard with, so that I would pet only him as they gave back and cowered, and I scratched his head and he snarled at me as if to say, “You gave up on me, you two-legged prick!”

When he would howl for me at the fence as I walked by, it got to be too much, so I avoided it.

Rich told me once, when I came to visit, “I feed this motherfucker steak, and when you show up I’m chopped liver!”

Woodlea was also a side street, no speeding jerks cutting 30 seconds off of their commute, like on Southern, which was a secondary street.

Once, as I turned left on the steep side street that crested the ridge just above my house, the old Italian couple who kept a rose garden on the side of their house befriended me, having seen me pass many times. They were in their seventies. Asking if I was married, the old man gave me a pair of roses for my wife and said, “If you ever get in trouble with her you can stop by and pick her a rose.”

I often stopped and looked at that rose bed, but never did take him up on the offer.

Further down the way, just above the old Hacienda Mexican restaurant, which was, at this point a bake-off house for the Woodlea Bakery, lived two old men. One always had a ladder leaning against his house, which was a wreck, as was he, looking like some ancient peasant.

Next door lived a fellow who maintained an ornamental garden, his house pristine, he dressed in slacks, dress shoes, shirt and tie, even when watering flowers out front.

He had a light sweep of short hair which might have been blonde before it grayed.

He was a gentle gentleman who often stopped, waved and said, “Good morning.”

We spoke casually as I walked by on many occasions, usually about the weather.

He was a nice, lonely man.

One day, a hot summer morning, as I trudged by in my frozen food attire, carrying an extra shirt, he invited me inside for an iced tea, up two flights of white, concrete stairs, into…a lady’s palace.

The living room was the sitting room of a delicate woman, the kind of room my Grandmother LaFond would have arranged had she the space. There were many brass-framed photos of a young man and a beautiful woman of the delicate kind.

There were photos—all framed in brass, of this woman as a girl, as a baby and as a dancer. The type of dancing she did reminded me of ballet but in a dress. I do not recall what he told me about her art. He was an expert in everything she had done. He showed no interest in the drab job that had paid for this house and put his son through college. He spoke only of his dear wife, the dancer and of his son, who had made good and moved off to start a family.

Here this man stood, alone, in his suit, having put on his jacket to invite me in, next to a short man in worn and dirty work clothes, giving a tour of the room that was the museum dedicated to his wife.  

There was one particular display, a wedge-shaped piece of elegantly tooled furniture with glass shelves that fit into the corner of the room. Pictures of his wife winning awards for her dancing were there. But the thing he treasured most was her brass slippers, made from a mold cast of her baby shoes. These hung before a silver plaque shaped like a leaf.

He handed me the pair of shiny brass slippers to hold on their watch-chain cord. Noticing that I was reluctant, he said not to worry about smudging them, that he polished them every day when he talked to her. I cannot recall any of his exact words as I had so few conversations with people at this solitary stage of my life that I was unpracticed in memory. Unless it was a work or violence situation I could not recall a person’s words.

While taking the slippers back and hanging them in their place, the man, who never told me his name, as if that were unimportant, shed silent tears and spoke of waiting too many years to be with her again, of how he had begun to doubt God for taking her and prayed every day to be with her again in heaven.

He was the gentlest, most wounded man I have ever met. His skin was so soft and thin, when I shook his hand I wondered if he was well. 

I saw him in his yard a few more times, stood and talked of plants and things I knew or cared nothing about, like the weather.

Later that year, my life became hectic, work hours long, my toil-stained mind work-absorbed with the nuances of my enslavement.

I never walked up Woodlea again, once the streets got rougher and I began leading people that followed me up Southern, where there were more hard objects scattered in the gutter to fight back with.

The last image I hold of him in my mind is of him standing bent and tall in a cream-colored suit, watering plants besides the stairs as he waved with a slight smile at my pacing and I aped him.

Ever since, any time I see a brass thing or notice my skin thinning with age, I think of him crying, holding that pair of tiny brass slippers in Her living room.

(c) 2017 James LaFond

The Roots of Globalism: How Old is Cultural Invalidation?

“Put on the full armor of God so that you may stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.”

-Paul, Ephesians 6:10-17

The passage above is taken from the that letter of Saint Paul’s which, above all other gospel or scriptural sources, influenced Saint Ignatius of Loyola in 1540 as he received papal approval to form the Jesuit order, an order that has since been blamed for such disparate and dastardly acts as the Holocaust and the Foundation of the Modern Israeli state by its various critics. The Jesuits, now central to such globalist conspiracy theories as would boggle the mind, drew their inspiration from a letter inferring that the Christian path was a means by which one could employ truth, righteousness and faith [the original “speak truth to power concept” in a spiritual struggle against the internationalist, cultural-negating and grossly materialistic evil of the Roman slave society]. Are the Jesuits an example of the Nietzschean axiom that monster hunting might turn the hunter into a monster, or not?

In this essay I seek not a unified understanding of the vast complexity that means to destroy us, mind first, but simply to trace some pre-globalist themes that emerged as part of the current extra-national power matrix.

What Are the Characteristics of Globalism?

To look for the roots of globalism, which was born with Magellan’s voyage from 1519-22, as a feeble infant barely able to survive beyond the national womb, we should be well-served by following Ignatius’ eye back into antiquity. But first, we must identify the component characteristics of globalism, in order to be able to trace its genesis in a pre-global world.

1. Extra-national law is one aspect, in which an imperialistic power [Rome, Great Britain, the U.S.A.], or a banking cabal [Manhattan], a league [such as The Athenian League, or the United Nations] or even a religion [the Catholic Church] hold enforceable legal and/or moral authority over the majority of nations under that system.

2. Mono-cultural dominance, whether Hellenic, Roman or American, is a key aspect of global dominance, with the lie of multiculturalism currently being used as a label for cultural, religious and ethnic negation. The Hellenic system, with its cultural colony model was not the vehicle for cultural erasure that Roman and American citizenship have been, which lessened its political impact but increased and lengthened its cultural impact. Hellenism eventually rose from within the Roman state to assume power in the form of Christianity [look to Paul’s letters for the deeply Hellenized aspects of the early missions] and eventually, first as Hellenic warrior emperors on the Alexandrian model rather than Roman-style management thugs, and culminating in the 1000 year life of the later Roman, or Byzantine state, ultimately retreating into a national rather than imperial form.

3. International leadership, of non-native men, such as Obama and the former Japanese president of Peru, is essentially imperialistic at its root and was well-represented during all of the late medieval and modern period in Europe. For instance, king Charles of Spain was not Spanish.

4. Non-state, extra-national finance, such as the Federal Reserve [a lie], the IMF, The World Bank, the Templars and Jews of medieval Europe.

Europe, with its deep extra-national religious networks, its fringe network of Jews, who financed the first voyages of exploration, including Magellan’s voyage, which literally made globalism possible, its international family of monarchs who owed class-base allegiance to one another before and beyond concerns about whatever nation they straddled, had threads 1, 3 and 4 in place and wanted only for a unified method of cultural negation to knit the world together into one thread. Christianity, in its competing forms [1], coupled with non nationalistic [3] monarchs [WWI was indeed a feud of cousins] and the corrosive dominance of coinage and banking necessitated by the now vast distances, did much to undermine the traditional cultures encountered around the globe as well as eroding the cultural cohesion of the expanding nation states, which predominantly embraced the ethics of the merchant class [4] and the worship of material profit over all else [the Opium Wars being the most grotesque example] as this ethos was most compatible with the logistical challenges of global trade in the Age of Sail, the international character of which was exemplified by Magellan’s expedition:

Under the aegis of a Germanic king, of a Spanish land, commanded by a fanatically evangelical Portuguese, piloted by a Basque, on ships manned by German gunners and operated by sailors of a dozen nations, on an epic chronicled by an Italian scholar, 260 men set out to spread Christianity, bring lands under the rule of their boy monarch and establish a profitable enterprise. Three years later 18 men returned, having turned a profit, thus establishing the plausibility of global life at the very instant they established the actuality and expanse of that globe, this being the sacks of fragrant cloves in the hold of the tiny ship Victoria, which more than paid for the loss of the four greater ships and the death or disgrace of the remaining men. Magellan, his men, his monarch, in awe of the globe, established by their act of discovery that human concourse across such distances by way of floating tarred tubs of starving men had only one meaning other than wondrous adventure, scientific discovery and stark tragedy [three facets of humanity with no place in the modern social heart, science merely a bauble swapped for a profit, the other two primal sentiments best left out of a profitable world order]: profit.

Magellan and his men set sail in search of the secrets of the Ancient Mariner and when the pitiful remnant emerged ruined and in rags, with only one winner emerging from the expedition, the Banking House of Haro, the Converso, based in Antwerp Holland, the world’s course was set, its helmsman ever a banker.

A Reader’s Impression of Empire and Globalism

Imperialism and the removal of peoples, are not aspects of pre-globalist internationalism. When the Peruvians, the Egyptians, Assyrians and Akkadians removed tribes from their native lands and settled them elsewhere and enslaved them, they did not attack their culture, but wished that each tribe in these primitive empires maintained their own identity to preclude them working together towards the overthrow of the ruling tribe. Such tribal empires maintained the same roughly 250 years reign as their more complex successors, keeping with Glubb’s model.

Furthermore, genocide a practice as old as Man, is not a condition more common, let alone unique, under extra-national systems. Indeed, more primitive systems are more prone to genocide. More advanced, extra national systems utilize cultural and ethnic negation, a more efficient attack upon the identity of the chattel peoples, a method of transforming ethnically and culturally identified humans into manageable economic ciphers.

Moving beyond old style tribal-ethnic empires, the first to rise was the Persian Empire, under a King of Kings, a crude tributary conglomeration enabled by a monotheistic faith and orthodox clergy among the ruling tribe. Alexander’s attempt to usurp this construct and expand it faltered due to his desire to form what we would think of today as a global society under one divine king, utilizing the rudimentary state of the Persians and his ethnically identified Macedonians to man it, which caused immediate balkanization. In the end, the ethnic qualities of his men, which made them such formidable warriors rendered them worse than useless in the matter of culturally assimilating as management functionaries of what was the most modern idea of the ancient world, one divine state on earth.

The Roman Republic, and later the Roman Empire, both practiced material assimilation and cultural negation, adopting the useful tools and methods of a conquered people and then either enslaving or adopting the population into the expanding Roman culture. The Romans were the Ancient “Borg.” Rome failed on the fringes where it did not have the means to negate barbarian cultures and found it necessary to use these ethnic polities as client states and nomadic pawns, putting too many volatile layers in motion at the same time and losing control. It was this evil system that early Christianity formed in opposition to.

Eventually the erosion of Roman ideals placed the Roman Catholic Church in an even more internationalist power position than Rome and permitted the management of princes, kings and even emperors by its agents. This international theocracy would eventually falter in the face of ethnic and cultural identity-based kingdoms, with its accretion style transformation from a Hellenized Hebrew heresy into an edifice supporting scholarship, veiled ancestor worship, the Chosen People Complex, all wedded together on the extra-national Roman model, setting up the Church for the Schism and the Reformation, at which point the protestant and Catholic branches were used to support different styles of global hegemony, with Catholic syncretism well-suited for export to sacrifice-based agrarian societies in Latin America and the protestant genius for cultural negation wedding almost seamlessly to the necessary merchant ethos implicit in the means of exploration and immigration, resulting in the most Roman slave system since late antiquity molding a perfectly warped commercial consciousness in English North America, with the ultimate fruition being the Manhattan-Washington-Hollywood axis for global cultural negation and the suicide cult of ever-expanding consumption.

Under the God of Things by James LaFond

(c) 2017 James LaFond