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The Royal Janitor
Victoria Rosemond Bond – was fuming – something she had not done for awhile, because Miriam Starfish was always fuming – for the two of them! But, now that they were no longer a couple, Victoria had to learn to get in touch with her own feelings again.. Going back to the art, helped. She had done three new pieces that honored the love she had for her Amazon. She used marble blocks that were twice the size of her normal work, that were blobbish, as usual. It was difficult to see what she was getting ar. Her masterpieces looked like some fiend had gone nuts on them with a jackhammer.
“She’s in it for the dust! She loves to be covered in marble dust – mixed with tears!”
What had ticked her off was the article about a lawsuit brought against the National Endowment For The Arts, that banned funding for “gender ideology”
Victoria and Starfish had a Gender Crisis. Starfish didn’t think she was manly enough – after she joined a German Templer group thar was talked about colonizing the Holy Land, again. She wanted to be the man of the house, for a change, and go about in a brown Monks robe wearing a large crucifix made of barbed wire..
“I think you’re becoming a Neo-Nazi. I’m deeply concerned! I forbid you to wear that monstrous cross in our home!”
Now Victoria was really angry! She had fallen in love with Pussy Riot, and they were her heroes. They did anything they wanted to do. They were the reason she chose not to change the name of her works that gave her away as a LGBTQ. If she would do that, just compromise a little, then she was sure she could get a grant. But she didn’t need one. She had tons of money. It was the idea. This is when she began to research Canada as a place she would find Creative Freedom. Then the phone rang, It was at the Boilermaker club.
“We want BAD to become Bootleggers. They cut off our sacred supply of whiskey – goddamnit!”
“Leave me alone. You people are driving me crazy! Why is everything changing, What is the purpose.”
Victoria’s shouting woke up…..HER….Starfishes’ baby girl she refused to give a name, She was not vaccinated either. She has no birth certificate because HER was born in woods by the mushroom cult who fell in love with their Earth and Star Goddess. Behind her back they wondered
“Why did she marry….HER! She’s a mouse of a woman who wears her woolen coat in the summer!”
Her favorite sculpture was titled
‘My Beloved Saxon Whore’
Here’s title that would give her away….
“She stuck me with HER child”
Allot of tears went into that one!
Nevertheless, Mr Whiting said Canada makes up only 1% of Brown-Forman’s total sales, so the firm can withstand the hit.
Canadians are being advised by the LCBO to buy products made in Canada. Some Canadians have been turning to local goods anyway in response to the Trump tariffs.
The Boilermaker Club
Posted on June 6, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
by
John Presco
Copyright 2021
ACLU, Theater Companies File Lawsuit Against National Endowment for the Arts
The lawsuit claims that new grant requirements prohibiting promoting “gender ideology” violate First and Fifth Amendment rights.
By Caitlin HustonPlus Icon
March 6, 2025 11:17am
The ACLU has filed a lawsuit in conjunction with a number of artists and theater groups challenging a new grant requirement from the National Endowment for the Arts.
Per the new requirement, potential grant applicants must state that they will not “promote gender ideology” as part of their project under consideration for funding. This requirement came after President Trump signed an executive order claiming male and female as the only two sexes and said that federal funds should be used to promote gender ideology.
he Royal Janitor – With Art Lesson
Posted on August 9, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Continuation of Chapter below. Go there, then come back.
Admiral Swinburne was rather pleased with himself that he had passed the test administered by the beautiful black receptionist. He had gained admission into one of the most Top Secret places on earth, and was about to have a sit-down on a exquisite marble bench, when he spotted a long corridor with sculpture niches. Arthur had been to Osborne house before. It was famous for its collection of sculptures. He had taken time to see the collection on the top floors, but, had never been on the basement level.
Taking a few tentative steps down the hall, he peeked at Ms. Nattitude, who kept her head down looking at her work, which was the singnel to go ahead. Thirty paces down the hall he came upon a corridor that had a black and yellow tape across it. Peering down this hall that curved to the left, Arthur noticed about twelve blocks of marble that looked very similar. One was covered with a canvas that was tied down with hemp rope, in an angry fashion. There was a large note attached to it. Being in Naval Intelligence, Arthur could not contain himself. Reaching to undo the bow on the tape, he heard a quiet tisking. Looking up he saw Kwiango wagging her long finger at him. Then, he heard a loud shout that trailed off into this heartbreaking sob!
“WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME THERE! I felt so alone. So…….alooooone!”
“DAMN YOU! DAMN! DAMN DAMN! YOU!”
Then came a loud crash with pounding. Someone has flown into a rage. Arthur identified it as a young woman’s voice coming from a door ten feet away.
“YOU CURSED MY SOUL! I can not die without a soul. CRASH!”
Arthur rushed to the door, and gave Kwiango a glance. Her head was down. She was out of the loop. Arthur knocked – and the door flew open! Arttur jumped three feet back! His hair was standing up. Before him stood a woman in a blue apron with a chisel and hammer in her hands. Her face was covered in marble dust but for the streaks her tears made as they ran down her cheeks. She was covered in marble dust. She let go a quaking sigh!
“Kwinago! I am done with this one. Get it out of my sight. Put it with the others. I never want to see it again! HURRY!”
Kwiango had already hit what she called ‘The Art Removal Button’ and here they come The Art Squad. Arthur watched them enter the studio, and haul out the sculpture on a dolly. The Art Police trotted down the hall, undid the bow, and wheeled the new creation down the hall that curved to the left.
“Who in the fuck are you?” Victoria Bond asked, rudely, for her dandruff was up, and it is rarely up. Only during a art session does she allow herself to be totally aggressive!
“I am Arthur………”
“Follow me!”
Arthur and Victoria headed down the hall, and past the yellow and black tape. Arthur leaned back as he walked, he wanting to take another peek.
“Stop it!” Victoria said, curtly. “Those are for my eyes, only!”
Art Therapy – With Parade
from
‘The Royal Janitor’
Admiral, Sir Arthur Lancelot Nelson Swinburne, at forty-five was considered the most handsome man in Britain. He was impeccably dressed – beyond the call of duty! His dark blue uniform had a cosmic depth to it. His gold braids were constilations, and his medals were awarded from Neptune himself. When he slid onto the leather seat of the Bentley S1 Continental, he gave the officer and chaufer a smile of approval. The seat was tailor made for him. The ornate wood bid him to run his white glove over the warm grain. This lovely work of art was taking good care of him, and rocked him gently on the road to Osborne House.
“All is well, Admiral. And all, will be well. Some aspects of human existance – are perfect. How do you like the fountain in the circle, and the drive to the lower level of Queen Victoria’s favorite home? Not all of it was turned over to the public for their enjoyment. The headquarters for BAD found a home here in 1939. Churchill came often and wandered the woods and hills with his easel. Were you aware of this?”
Sir Arthur had a voice in his head. Being an avid golfer, he identified this voice as belonging to Peter Alliss. For years, Arthur did not identify himself as a homosexual, even though he had male lovers since he was nineteen. Only after he was forced to see a psychologist, did the truth sink home. Seeking a cover identity, Peter’s voice now called all the shots. It was like the sound of deeply waxed wood, and a loyal butler polishing the family silver. Peter’s voice made his inner panic go away. A golfer, is a golfer. On the course, only golf rules apply. One day a peer exclaimed;
“You sound just like Peter Alliss! Have you been practicing!”
As a joke he would call the play of his friends, lowering his baritone voice so as not to disturb them. At first they broke up laughing. And then they got into it, and shot the best scores of their life.
“Now teeing off……..From the Westmoreland Country Club!”
Arthur’s therapist showed him what a sequestered existence he lived. He dwelt in a all male world that only the Brits could build. Everyone was a Lord Nelson Fellow until there was another Queen of England. Victoria knew where she was, because she constructed it as she go. She lay down a feminine red carpet, that had its fare share of male opulence due to the husband she married,
For a change of scenery it was suggested he take the assignment of escorting Victoria Elisha Bond to the Orange Parade in Ireland. Why she insisted on being in this parade, was the talk of the town. The Intelligence Community was baffled. They were shanking their wild guesses into the out of bounds. Their male dandruff was up, because they couldn’t figure her out. She was an enigma.
“Oh dear! He shanked that one. I’m afraid he’s going to have to take a drop. I would hit a provisional ball – just incase it is unplayable!”
Standing before a wood door with quartz glass, Arthur tried the brass knob. The door was locked. Down a long corridor he saw a black woman sitting at a oaken desk. She had on native apparel. He waited to be buzzed in, but, this receptionist just stared at him. Perplexed, he raised his hands at his side, palms up, and tilted his head. This was the universal sign that asked;
“What gives?”
Kwiango Nattitude gave the sign of pushing the buzzer with her forefinger. Looking to the side, he spotted the brass buzzer that had a shine on the nipple. He pushed it. There came the sound of a buzzer. But, when Arthur put his hand on the knob again, the buzzing stopped – too soon! Looking at the receptionist, he waited for some commentary.
“Oh my. The dreaded lip-out. So close! I’m afraid he’s left with a dreaded five-footer!”
Arthur lifted his manicured forefinger to the buzzer, and this time, gave an extra long buzz! Looking at Kwiango with the hint of a smile, she let go a dazzling grin! She had the cutest dimples. There was sparkling gems in her eyes. She made a twirling motion with her forefinger that came down over her buzzer, then stopped. At the same time, Arthur’s hand was poised to grab the knob again, but, he knew she was going to tease him – again!
Now, at this juncture, one realizes being outraged would get you nowhere. How far would she go? Is she willing to get fired just have her way with you, own power over you – just this once? Had something gone terribly wrong? How does one get out of this? This black native woman had him on the defence. Things were not going as expected. Before this incident, Arthur had a thousand options. Now, he was heading for Dunkirk to be evacuated. Arthur did not own a cellphone. A call for help, was out of the question.
“What a terrible lie in the bunker. His ball is plugged on the downslope, and the lip looms over his ball!”
Arthur looked deep into Kwiango’s eyes. His urge to laugh aloud, waned, when he beheld a more serious look on her face. This told him there was a way to get in, and he has not found it yet. Arthur is reminded of the three riddles the knight must solve in order to cross the bridge. Why Hitler’s army was able to defeat the British expeditionary force so easily, came to mind. The British generals expected things to go their way. There was no plan when it did not. Being utterly predictable almost put Albion in Hitler’s back pocket. The motto of BAD came to mind:
“Never expect the un-expected. THINK!”
There is a solution. This woman would not go so far, if there was not. Arthur……
“……steps away from the ball, studies the lie and the lip. Now, he addresses the ball. Makes sure he has a firm footing, and – swings as hard as he can!”
Arthur’s nose was pressed to the glass, he in a spread-eagle position as he grabbed the doorknob, and pressed the buzzer at the same time.
“Click!”
Kwiango claps her hands in joy. Arthur can barely hear her laughter above his own merriment. This is when he felt the eyes of the chauffer were upon him, he wondering what kind of fool these mortals be.
“What a shot! He’s holed it. Unbelievable!”
To be Continued
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