Dr. Hill vs. James Bond

Fiona Hill (born October 1965) is a British-born American foreign affairs specialist. She is a former official at the National Security Council specializing in Soviet, Russian and European affairs.

An hour ago I saw Dr. Fiona Hill for the first time.

“There she is!” I said to myself.

(When they stood before the painting of ‘The Roses of Heliogabalus – MIRIUM SHREIKED!

“There’s you! That’s you!”

Dr. Hill is a top rate intelligence ADVISOR. She ADVISED several Presidents. What does a ADVISOR do! They give EXPERT ADVISE. President Trump and others he picked to help run OUR Government, rejected the great advise of Hill, and went with a theory of their own. Bolton called it a “drug deal”. What I believe he meant, was, when one wants to escape from reality, and be in a alternative reality, they go get some drugs – and ingest them!

When Donald Trump took office, I concluded he was mentally ill, along with the Court Pastors that surrounded OUR President, who convinced him Church Rule can be established in the Republican Party. This is BIG DRUG STUFF. I pointed out this Big Stuff was replicated by Putin, who many evangelicals approve of. The job of Dr. Hill, was to bring these Good Ol Boys – down! She had to get the Love Jesus Drug out of their system, because, it was blinding them to the BIG PERIL coming from Putin. Hill wrote books on this topic.

My book ‘The Royal Janitor’ was started with the same goal in mind. I decided to go with a woman for many reasons I have stated in this blog. The foremost reason was, chasing down the bad guys with a fast car, and shooting them dead, was not going to make a dent in – THE REAL BIG PROBLEM!

I used Rena Easton, and Lara Roozemond, as a model for Victoria Bond. These women are very beautiful on the outside, and very smart on the inside. They both love poetry. They both are nerdish. However, they both were ferocious. Why? How so? What drove them to go way beyond the limits of normalcy, to deal with REAL INSANITY?

In my character development, I gave birth to Miriam Starfish Christling, who was a Christian Psycho, born of two radical Christians, one a Russian. Right away Starfish dominated Victoria who became mousy, and regulated to the back burner. I deduced this was accurate. This is how a woman spy would be like. A woman who is a dedicated Intelligence Officer, would be working with a mound of information, who would sift through it to arrive at what is revelent. That Victoria and Miriam would lead me to the Impeachment of the President of the United States, that has generated a mountain of words, is profound.

My novel was in trouble because I could not develop a worthy villain and opponent for my two women from BAD. Our President appeared to be the target. My book was in jeopardy.

The President can not keep his own council. He can not live inside of himself, so, he forces us all to get in his head. This is key, because he invited many to go after his perceived enemy, the Bidens, and the Ukranian Government, who were in leagues with the Democrats – to destroy him. What is the word for this – state of mind? Humpty! Dumpty? Will we hear from top level psychiatrists next. Is it time to lock our President up in a loony bin?

I just compose the following. Fiction and Reality have collided!

“Victoria Bond walked down the lonely road, deep in thought. For the first time she hated her brilliant mind, because it led her to a place of total powerlessness. The Constitution had a invisible watermark, that when held up to the light, revealed the portrait of Mad King George. He was the high water mark in bad leadership. He was the litmus test our Founding Father’s had in mind when they wrote the Constitution. They could not include a Insanity Claus, because they wanted America to be recognized by great world powers, beginning with France, who put some of the most brilliant people in the world in a guillotine. French nobles were highly educated. There was a intelligence crisis. Victoria was working on a book about this brain drain. She not only concluded the President was insane, he was stupid. She doubted he knew how to play checkers, because he flew into a rage when his teacher jumped his first piece – and took it! He rained verbal abuse down on the person that tried to teach him something.”

John Presco

CONTINED: At 1:30 I got a call from someone that said he was my grandson. I has to turn down my T.V. I told this person I watching the hearings and need to refocus.

“Who are you again?”

“Are you denying _______ is my father?”

“Can you repeat that. Please. Tell me the name of your father?”

The person hung up. I concluded several things. Was prepared to have me deny he was my grandson, and thought this is what I was doing. Please call back and tell me who your parents are – if you read this blog.

At 1:45 I am hearing Fiona Hill say she has considered writing a essay on the Protocols of Zion. My mind is blown. The DaVinci Code has been compared to this hoax. As the hearings wrapped up, both sides accused the other of fabricating a hoax, and spreading fiction in the form of the written and spoken word – that are going in our National Archive.

For months I have been saying my works of fiction are coming true. I sent this to the Roozemond family. There is not a hint of what is coming! I stick my neck – way out! I am already being called a “lunatic”. I am acting like Casandra, of Troy! I see a Ghost Fleet on the horizon. I sound many alarms.

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What I wanted to add to my fictional add-on, started before I went and watched the hearing, is this;

“But the abuse was not enough. The President was telling incredulous lies on a daily basis. He said he was the Checkers Champion of the World, and would be the Chess Master, if he was not so busy fighting corruption all over the world! There was a new piece on the checkered board, called ‘The Grand Liar’. It is allowed to move wherever it wants, breaking all the rules of Chess. This is a massive breach in security because it was traditional that opposing sides accepted necessary truths, just to interact with one another.”

The Republican have refused to face the facts – since Trump was elected. Not once have they challenged his lies. They saved that for elected officials who got voted into office by Democrats. This could be THE NEW GAME. Is this the old Game of Fiction as put forth in the Torah? My Bond Book parallels reality, and is prophetic. Fiona’s opening statement addressed “fictitious statements”.

Fiona and her husband got death threats. They met at Harvard and discovered they were exceedingly interested in the study of Russian History. This replicates the parents of Starfish.

Three questions: Does Fiona carry a gun? Is she a skilled shooter? Does she have any reluctance to use her firearm? I have debated for nearly two years whether Victoria Bond would be armed.

One more for the road: Who will play Fiona in the movie? I choose Lara Roozemond.

John Presco

https://rosamondpress.com/2011/10/21/the-surrealists-and-the-priory-de-sion/

November 21, 2019 at 7:26 a.m. PST

Fiona Hill, the former White House adviser on Russia, opened her testimony before the impeachment inquiry Thursday with withering criticism of Republican attempts to sow doubt that Russia interfered in the 2016 U.S. presidential election.

This is a fictional narrative that has been perpetrated and propagated by the Russian security services,” Hill said in her opening statement.

Krishnamoorthi asked Hill if such conspiracy theories are anti-Semitic in nature, to which Hill said she believed the ones involving Soros were, comparing them to the Russian anti-Semitic forgery “The Protocols of the Elders of Zion,” which was produced by the czar’s secret police in the early 20th century.

“This is the longest-running anti-Semitic trope that we have in history, and a trope against Mr. Soros was also created for political purposes, and this is the new Protocols of The Elders of Zion,” she added, calling them an “absolute outrage.”

A former top Russia analyst for the White House told House lawmakers that she received death threats ahead of her testimony as part of the ongoing impeachment inquiry into President Trump.

Fiona Hill, who served on Trump’s National Security Council before leaving the post voluntarily over the summer, testified in a closed-door hearing that she and other officials were the target of threats and anti-Semitic conspiracy theories, according to a transcript of her Oct. 14 testimony that was released Friday.

“My entire first year of my tenure at the National Security Council was filled with hateful calls, conspiracy theories, which has started again, frankly, as it’s been announced that I’ve been giving this deposition,” Hill said.

“I received, I just have to tell you, death threats, calls at my home,” she added. Hill described her neighbors hearing someone hammering on her door, as well as someone calling her home to deride her with obscenities.

Hill said she and former Ambassador to Ukraine Marie Yovanovitch, another key witness in the impeachment inquiry, were the target of anti-Semitic conspiracies attempting to tie them to billionaire financier George Soros.

“Now, I’m not easily intimidated, but that made me mad,” Hill testified. “And when I saw this happening to Ambassador Yovanovitch again, I was furious, because this is, again, just this whipping up of what is frankly an anti-Semitic conspiracy theory about George Soros to basically target nonpartisan career officials, and also some political appointees as well, because I just want to say this: This is not indiscriminate in its attacks.”

https://www.nationalreview.com/2006/05/da-vinci-protocols-david-klinghoffer/

Consider that the alleged conspiracy underlying the “biggest cover up in human history” bears a remarkable resemblance to another phony conspiracy, the famous hoax called the Protocols of the Elders of Zion. Apparently authored by Russian monarchist and anti-Semite Mathieu Golovinski in 1898, the Protocols tells of a secret society of Jewish elders that work to keep gentiles ignorant of a plot to rule the world through “Darwinism, Marxism, and Nietzscheism.”

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiona_Hill_(presidential_advisor)

https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/keep_one%27s_own_counsel

Hill served as an intelligence officer under Presidents George W. Bush and Barack Obama from 2006 to 2009. She was appointed in April 2017 by President Donald Trump as Special Assistant to the President and Senior Director for European and Russian Affairs on his National Security Council staff.[3][5]

Hill decided to step down from her position in August 2019.[6] Hill was replaced by Tim Morrison,[7] a position from which he later resigned on October 31, 2019.[8][9][10]

On October 14, 2019, responding to a subpoena, Hill testified in a closed-door session for ten hours before special committees of the United States Congress, as part of the impeachment inquiry against Donald Trump.[11][12][13] She testified in public before the same body on November 21, 2019.[14]

President Donald Trump said Thursday that he will block possible military efforts to remove the Navy SEAL whose demotion over a war crimes charge he reversed last week. – USA TODAY


Trump’s tweet marks not just an escalation between the White House and the military, but also high-level involvement in a special operations unit’s right to choose its members. – POLITICO

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/trumps-pardons-in-war-crimes-cases/sl-BBWXtYg?ocid=spartandhp

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Descent of Innana Into The Emerald Valley

When Victoria gave Miriam an Art Tour of Osborne House, she was eternally grateful for each lesson her lover gave her. After every exposure to high culture, she would give Victoria a look of total devotion. Every look may have come with a mini-climax. It was pure adoration. Starfish has a hero! When they stood before the painting of ‘The Roses of Heliogabalus – MIRIUM SHREIKED!

“There’s you! That’s you!”

“Where?”

“HERE! Right here!” and Miriam was jabbing her finger on the reclining beauty over and over – real hard!

“STOP IT!” Victoria shrieked, and grabbed Miriam’s wrist, and received a look that could kill. Victoria did not back down, or let go of Miriam’s wrist. There was a hard stare-down. Victoria was puzzled about how she could best control Miriam’s adolescent behavior that she exhibited in front of Professor John Von John. She insulted the fuck out of him. As Miriam got closer in order to examine the work of art for damage, she heard;

“I’m sorry. I will never do it again!”

Buy Me That Horse

 

The Royal Janitor

by

John Presco

Copyright 2019

Victoria was in bed reading ‘1984’ for the umpteenth time, when she there came a quiet knock on her bedroom door.

“Victoria. Are you asleep?”

“No. Come in!”

Victoria gasped when she beheld Miriam completely naked. Her gold hair flowing over her beautiful body, completed the complete package that got the full attention of Man, since the dawn of creation. Victoria stared at Miriam’s mound of Venus and the V-shape of her pubic mat. For the first time she felt like a trespasser. This is – The Area of Man! Only a Man can gaze upon this! Miriam had never been in Victoria’s bedroom, and thus she too was a trespasser – because she was compleltely nude under the covers. So many things are wrong with this picture, yet everything was never so – right!

“I thought we were going to take a break from one another?”

How many lovers have heard these words, spoken these words, for the first time, only to be made a liar. The First Breaking, is a great erotic event, for one has to untangle the tenacles ‘The Love Aura’ has you wrapped you in. One cacoon fits all! The un-weaving of the afterglow, is like a re-run, but, it is another movie altogether. What is, and what ought to be do have their time and place. Sometimes we arrive at perfection – and completion!

It was just two hours ago, that Victoria walked her dear Miriam to her tree house, they both dressed in the long night gowns they found in Victoria and Prince Albert closet. They were over a hundred years old. They grabbed an old latern that guided their way to the great oak. It was a scene out of Peter Pan, and other such Fairytales.

“Do you want me to come up and tuck you in?”

“No! I’m not ready for you to come up here. Goodnight!”

“Good night!”

Victoria put her book down on the nightstand and watched Miriam take her first steps into her sanctuary. She was reminded of the Tiger at the London Zoo. She was, gracefully looking for something – to feed on! She went right to it.

“Oh! What is this?”

When Miriam pulled her lovers photo album off the shelf it sounded like a tomb door opening. Victoria did not answer.  Gliding to the bed, she threw the beefy book on the comforter, then dove on the bed herself. At the sight of her beautiful derrier and back, Victoria was ready for another Erotic Attack.

“You know. I really don’t know you. Do you think you know me?”

Here is another great line lovers mutter after the first ‘Fiery Glow of Pure Lust’ has subsided. Everything gets pushed to the side to get your lust next to the one – you have to have. This is why many men shove one-night-stands out of their bed, and abode, because they never did want to know the latest seducee. The Big Lie lies right at the very beginning!It takes too much effort to learn anything about who you ark fucking, and, it leads to other things. What things? Well, more fucking, but, not with the same person if you play your cards right.

“I was lying in my tree, and was almost asleep, when my eyes were wide open! You are good at keeping secrets, aren’t you?”

“Ah….it’s my profession.” Victoria said, and gave her lover her best coquettish smile.

“Oh, you are so cute. I could just eat you up!”

All of a sudeen, the gate to the tiger cage was open, and the tiger was lying next to Victoria sharing her lunch as they gazed into the empty tiger’s cage. This is why she loved George Orwell. His metaphors have a life of their own, that roam the landscape long after his book is done – and the movie! No telling where they will show up. For the first time Victoria felt like The Man, with his……..? Without the play of the elusive erection, there was no easy set goal – and completion! Do Lesbian wrestle with this dilemma, this, complaint?

All of a sudden, Victoria saw Miriam as Alice in Wonderand. Best let her do all the wondering and wandering about – lest they both get exhausted. Turning many pages, Miriam got extremely excited.

“I want this horse! Is this your horse?”

“Why do you want a horse?”

“So I can ride it to town, naked, and proclaim our love!”

“Of course. Why did I ask? It was my horse. They sold it when I lost interest in riding it. I wanted to be a champion Dresser, but, I didn’t have – it.”

On hearig this, Miriam slowy closed the album, and like a python slithered across the silk bedspread, pulled back the covers, and lay the entire length of her body atop Victoria, who tingled all over as she felt Miriam’s hair entwine with her hair. Venus took her glowing face in her hands, looked deeply into her lovers eyes, and said;

“You have – it – now! I want to sleep with you…..like this. I want to fall asleep on top of you, like this. I want to close my eyes, next to your eyes…………like this!”

And, just like that, Miriam fell into a deep sleep. Victoria listend to her shallow breathing. There came the cutest snoring then……..from her deep dream……..

“Buy me that horse!”

For half an hour Victoria let her tears roll down from the corner of her eyes. There was a rivlet of tears that ran past her ears to the lakes that formed at her neck. Only now did she realize how utterly alone she was after she lost her mother, like Miriam had lost hers.

Miriam was getting heavy. She had big Nordic bones. The Vikings made inroads into Russia. I wonder if she is kin to Harold Handradi, the Viking genius. Victoria rolled Victoria’s dead weight off her as gently as she could. Like a mother, she cradled the back of her head so there would be no neck injury. She lay the head of Venus on her satin pillow. and, Victoria’s mouth came open………..just so…….as if she wanted to be kissed, in her dream. But, that was apart of their agreement. They would never kiss. They would save their kiss for their husbands.

Victoria began to follow Miriam into a very deed sleep, but as usual she loaded up a profound question that was raised when her then, bodyguard, told her about the course her mother and father taught at the University of Oregon. They had rescued old Russian Fairytales from Russia and the Eastern Bloc, that were being discarded, used as fuel for stoves. They then compared them to Western Fairytales, and Russian tales brought over by immigrants. They said they were doing what should have been done in Queen Victoria’s time, and, when WW2 was over. But, Stalin purged these tales. Why? Why have I am Miriam been brought together in Queen Victoria’s house?

Victoria did not know it then. but she had asked the question that would soon save their lives. In her dream, she heard a very sad song, and it went on, and on, and on! When she went to turn out the light, she noted a tear forming at the corner of Miriam’s eyes. She bent over, and kissed it away. This was a tear shed – in the future!

Venus is the goddess of love. In the beginning she opened the future up to all lovers. But, there was a reason why the Doors of Love had to be closed……..one by one! Miriam and Victoria cried, often because they felt a closure coming. Some things – are forbidden. Their collective tears kept the truth at bay.

John Presco

Copyright 2019

President: Royal Rosamond Press

An Ending

“I am going to kiss you now. Victoria opened her mouth just enough to match the beautiful open mouth of Miriam. She placed her lips upon her lips, as one would put a rose upon a freshly dug grave.

She was – right here, right there. And now she is somewhere else. But, not for me. My chance, our chance, is gone -so completely. How utterly unbearable, my being. So alone, all alone. Without her. I am left on the living side of death. Here, I must make my way.

I walk alone along the road. But I will never be alone. For thou art with me my love, on that road that runs on the dark side of the moon. You will go with me, her Lord, when I am in most need of her to be by my side. For she is with you, now. She knows the way.

John Presco

Copyright 2018

John Presco

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