From left: Jessica Ieremia Petersburg Community Foundation board president, Angela Davis Petersburg Indian Association , Rita Byrer and Kathy Emmenegger hospital guild, Tom Abbott KFSK, Mark Kubo Petersburg Arts Council and WAVE, Carin Christensen Mitkof Dance Troupe, Nancy Strand Clausen Memorial Museum, Heidi Cabral Petersburg Children’s Center, Katie St. John and Mariko Sarafin from The Alaska Community Foundation. (Photo courtesy of Holli Flint)
On July 16. 2025 there was a news item on the defunding of NPR Radio. Tom Abbot has a small radio station in a Fishing Village in Alaska that caters to other fishing villages. As a child, Victoria Rosemond Bond is betrended by Annie, who broadcast from her tugboat. Annie is aware of the Ancient Eel Wars that took place on the Thames, the the Danes took part in. They authored legends of The River Monster, that they say came from Canaan land.
The Royal Janitor began as an exercises when I read a female Bond was being considered. My grandparents were friends of Black Mask authors. I wanted a Film Noir Bond – with ancient myth. Are the Danes – THE DANITES? Samson was a Danite. I gave birht to a female Samson, who is Bond’s bodyguard.
Anna Zola claimed she was the great granddaughter of Emile Zola. She lived on a tugboat on the Thames. One day, while in the wheelhouse, she spots a beautiful young girl who looked to be seven years of age. She was teetering on the edge, on a rotten piece of timber with big rusty nails hammered in it . How dramatic! She had the most troubled furl on her brow. Annie opens the window, gently, so as to not disturb the poor waif, but, owning a powerful voice, she almost knocks her into the water!
“IF YOU ARE THINKING ABOUT THROWING YOURSELF IN. WHY DON’T YOU HELP ME TAKE MY SCONES OUT OF THE OVEN, AND HAVE A CUP OF TEA WITH ME, INSTEAD?!”
Regaining her balance, Victoria Bond looks up, and as she later tells it,
“I beheld the Face of God, or, the Face of Goddess Hera ‘The Water Queen of Mount Olympus! It was a near-death experience!”
“The Water Queen saved my life!” she told the Austrian equestrian, who was so well bred, he did not flinch. Most royal people, are insane. He passed the test. Victoria now looked for the right moment to place her hand on his knee. She sensed an aching there. His stirrups were too high.
“Lower them about an inch and half and you will take first place. Do you have an ice bag handy. If not, we can go to my place. You might need a bandage-wrap, too.” Again he did not flinch, even when she delivered an inviting squeeze – above his aching knee.
Reaching for another scone, Victoria told Aunt Annie why she wanted to end her life.
“My mother died when I was four. I don’t know who I am anymore. I’ve read so many books. I know all the Fairytales, and other fanciful lore. But, I am left empty. I feel like a ghost upon the Moore. Perhaps one day I will find him – my Heathcliff!”
“All is not lost, my dear. I sense there is a poet lying within you – and a romantic?”
“How did you know. I have committed to memory a hundred thousand poems. Let us be friends.”
“You can come visit me anytime you want. Would you like to go see my play. I can’t give my tickets away? Perhaps, one day………….Now you got me doing it.”
“Doing what?”
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Annie was Victoria’s GO TO. Whenever she was in trouble, or, needed a hand. The Right-wing Christians called her the Anti-Christ ever since she knocked Cian O’Hannesy out of the ring that was built for their wrestling match. They built it under near the giant Ferris wheel, and tripled the price to get on it and watch their Jacob wrestle with a demonic fallen angel. Cian was the only human being Annie hated.
“Everyone of his opinions, is a hateful one! Even Hitler had a nice opinion, or two. I wish I could get that ‘Catholic Starver’ in a ring with me! I don’t fight fair. I fight to win!”
From her tug, Annie Zola ran her radio talkshow that was now syndicated all over the world. Kin Kong Fu loved it, and invited Annie to North Korea. Cian was the King of American Plot Radio. Everything was a UGLY PLOT. The uglier – the better. When he called Annie, ugly, and compared her to Tugboat Annie, Annie became curious as to who Cian was talking about. Then, she found her, her Weir. It was love at first sight. Annie owns the whole collection of Annie movies.
Thinking she could now best Cian in there ongoing War of Words, she thanked him for introducing to her Marie Dressler. That’s when the Ugly Child Starver went after her Hero – and Wallace Beary. He called him a fag, and Annie a lesbian. His Goon Squad of UtterLosers loved every minute of it. They made Ugly Annie cut-out masks, and wore them in Confederate Flage Waving parades. That’s when the challenge was made – and accepted. Annie had her supporters who waved ‘Ugly Is Beautiful’ signs, which made her wonder if the world was coming to an end.
Her most ferocious supporters were the Skinhead Nazis, and Racist Evangelicals who thought her play ‘White Woman’ was about the Rise of the Arian Race – again. Britain’s Black Panthers, who worshipped the infamous American movie, picketed ‘White Woman’ around the clock. There were violent clashes, of course. Annie showed up at the latest riot, and standing on the bed of an old truck with a megaphone, she shouted;
“WHO HAS SEEN MY PLAY? RAISE YOUR HANDS? WHO KNOWS WHAT IT IS ABOUT? WHO WANTS A FREE TICKET?”
“We don’t go to plays!”
When the bell rang for the first round, Annie charged Cian while whirling her arm about like a helicopter.
“DEFEND YOURSELF. I’M GOING TO HIT YOU AS HARD AS I CAN IN THAT TIGHT SLIT YOU GOT FOR A MOUTH. I WANT TO SEE YOUR TEETH GO FLYING INTO THE THIRD ROW.”
When Annie saw O’Shannity’s eyes turn into two black pits of fear, and, as he looked in the corner for his agent who booked him for a good beat-down, Annie delivered an uppercut that knocked Cian over the ropes into a group of Beauty Queens that were texting away, and, didn’t see him coming. Cian, landed in their laps. Video shots were taken of Cian’s bloody mouth bleeding all over their Amanni dresses. Lawrers were called. The Starver of Little Children was……………..FINIS!
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“How can I help you Dearie!”
“They won’t let me play my dragon in the parade. I’ve been getting threats from the McDonald Boys, Huey, Louey, and Bluey. They say they’re going to drag me out of the parade and stomp the shit out of my “Satan Thing”.
“OH REALLY! Would you be a dear and fetch me a fresh bag of baby eels out of the fridge and put them in my foot bath?
“Why are you talking – normally?”
“This is all hush – hush. We lovers of Pie and Mash are smuggling in river eels from Russia. Those bastards got us by the balls. The owner of M. Manze is selling us bags of eels under the table. All up and down the Thames, we Eel Lovers are slipping these lil ones in the water. If we get caught, we will go to jail. We might contaminate the native species, forever.
That’s it. Just pour them in. They eat all the dead skin off my feet, then have a go at my toe cheese. The President of the United States is addicted to Pie and Mash. That’s why he built his golf course in Scotland. There’s a river running thru it. If these crittters take, then our troubles are over! Did you know New Zealand was founded by poor rioters who went ape-shit during a great eel shortage. We are on the brink of another great riot. Folks are starving in London.”
“Oh! I almost forgot. I finished Judith’s second number. She sings at the Comet Café in South Africa. It’s a lament, telling her adopted tribe a great comet is coming that will take her home to her people in New York. Here’s the score.”
“This looks good. Hand me my accordion. What a brilliant idea to turn White Woman into a musical. HOLY FUCK!”
“What’s wrong?” Victoria asks.
“Don’t tell anyone. But I’m having the best orgasms of my life! WHOA!”
“Can I get me some?”
“Don’t you get enough? Who are those bow-legged chaps I see you running around with?”
“I’m talking about eels. But, if you must know, no man can turn down a good ice-bag knee-job. It’s a trade secret. If you grab a man’s knee, just so, he’s your sex slave for a night and a day! Here, let me show you. I read about the K-spot in Freidrich de Rougemont’s ‘Wild Men of Borneo’.”
“OH MY!” I wish you had not shown me this. Now I will be lying awake all night thinking about the ones that got away. No more of your crazy horse-shit talk. Go to Manzes. Tell them I sent you. What are you going to do with them?”
“Aunt Annie. I have a confession. I wasn’t going to kill myself so long ago. You see, I have this movie going off in my head. I……….!”
“Say no more. What you got, is what few of us have. You own a – DESTINEEEEEEEEEE!
Among the Iwi of New Zealand, Hina is usually considered to be either the elder sister or the wife of Maui.
The most common story that presents Hina as the wife of Maui tells of Te Tunaroa, the father of all eels, who one day visited the pool where Hina bathed. One day, as Hina was bathing, the eel-god rubbed against her. This occurred over a number of visits until Te Tunaroa grew bold enough to rub against Hina’s genitals, molesting her.
When Maui heard of this act he went and attacked Te Tunaroa cutting his body into bits, the tail landed in the sea and became the conger eel, whereas the other end landed in the swamps as the fresh water eels. Smaller pieces became lamprey and hagfish.
Paramount shifted the play’s original setting from a West African river to a colonial Malaysian outpost in Southeast Asia, I suppose because the action eventually takes place on a rubber plantation. On one of the islands a widowed white woman, Judith Denning (Lombard), raises eyebrows among upper class whites by remaining in their presence after her husband’s controversial suicide and, making matters worse, shamelessly singing in a cafe frequented by the island natives.
She knows she’s making a deal with the devil when she marries the “King of the River,” wealthy rubber plantation owner Horace H. Prin (Laughton), but Prin’s proposal saves her from being deported by the more traditional elite who have claimed power on the island. Within moments of reaching Prin’s jungle plantation, Judith falls head over heels for overseer David von Elst (Kent Taylor). Prin picks up on the attraction and his wicked sense of humor and twisted values become all the more apparent to her.
The book is often blamed for ending the friendship between Cézanne and Zola. The story of a groundbreaking artist unable to live up to his potential must have seemed intensely personal to Cézanne; no correspondence exists between the two after a letter in which Cézanne thanks Zola for sending him the novel.
The novel covers about 15 years, ending in 1870. Besides depicting the bohemian art world of 19th-century Paris, L’œuvre explores the rise of Realism, Naturalism and Impressionism in painting. Zola also looks at contemporary sculpture, literature, architecture, music and journalism, as well as the commodification of art. In creating his portrayal of the Parisian art world Zola includes several characters who are composites of real-life art world related figures; artists, writers, art dealers, and friends that he knew.
In 1862, Zola was naturalized as a French citizen. In 1865, he met Éléonore-Alexandrine Meley, who called herself Gabrielle, a seamstress, who became his mistress.[6] They married on the 31 May 1870. She stayed with him all his life and was instrumental in promoting his work. The marriage remained childless. Alexandrine Zola had a child before she met Zola that she had given up, because she was unable to take care of it. When she confessed this to Zola after their marriage, they went looking for the girl, but she had died a short time after birth.
Set in the mid through late 19th century, it depicts Zola’s friendship with Post-Impressionist painter Paul Cézanne, and his rise to fame through his prolific writing, with particular focus on his involvement late in life in the Dreyfus affair.
Struggling writer Émile Zola (Paul Muni) shares a drafty Paris attic with his friend, painter Paul Cézanne (Vladimir Sokoloff). A chance encounter with a street prostitute (Erin O’Brien-Moore) hiding from a police raid inspires his first bestseller, Nana, an exposé of the steamy underside of Parisian life.
Other successful books follow. Zola becomes rich and famous; he marries Alexandrine (Gloria Holden) and settles down to a comfortable life in his mansion. One day, his old friend Cézanne, still poor and unknown, visits him before leaving the city, and tells Zola that with his success he has become complacent, a far cry from the zealous reformer of his youth.
Norman Reilly Raine (23 June 1894 – 19 July 1971) was an American screenwriter, creator of “Tugboat Annie” and winner of an Oscar for the screenplay of The Life of Emile Zola (1937).[1]
One of hundreds of Paramount films held in limbo by Universal Studios. Universal gained ownership of Paramount features produced between 1929 and 1949. Paramount remade the film in 1939 as Island of Lost Men, with Anna May Wong, J. Carrol Naish and Broderick Crawford in the roles originated by Lombard, Laughton and Bickford. It was directed by Kurt Neumann.[3]
Ian Fleming was a peer of Fermor and Raymond Chandler. Were they aware of the work of Herbert Armstrong? How about M15? Did they keep an eye on London Radio? I am going to work on my opera about Rosamond, Bent Toney’s ancestor.
I have titled Rena Easton The Helen of Troy and Nebraska. Our letters are now famous and should be archived.
The mention of Czechoslovakia refers to the invasion of the country by the Russian Red Army. It seem the Hell’s Angel’s were going to take the whole army on!
In memory of my Friend, Ben Toney, and Herbert Armstrong who broadcast WARNINGS about the Russian Menace. I talked with my man, Spooky Noodles, to get Meg Whitman to put a replica of Radio London offshore of her property in Dogpatch – two years ago!
“He argued that Russia should retaliate quickly and not rush to accept Biden’s summit offer.
“Revenge is a dish best served cold,” Kosachev wrote. “I believe the saying is quite adaptable to a situation when we talk not about revenge but a due answer to aggressive action by an opponent.”
Here is how Victoria Bond’s Parade was going to go.
Luey and Bluey McDonald are encouraged by their mother to assault Victoria Bond when she passes their home playing her babpipe with a dragon’s head. Sheila McDonald calls it The Orange Devil. Victoria Bond is carrying a bag of eels that she pours down the throat of Bluey McDonald after knocking him senseless with a kick to the head. She knows French kick boxing. Victoria used the pipe of her bags as a funnel.
Sheila sees her son stagger and fall to his knees, then vomit up about a dozen eels. This is a sign unto her, and her Catholic Society of Phoenucian Eels of Baal, a sectret society that is three thousand years old. There is a legend that claims Jesus took part in their ritual when his uncle, Josephy of Arimathea, came to the Isles.
A group of old women dressed like Nuns, grab Victoria and whisk her away. The parade ccontinues down the road to the waiting riot. When things are getting realy rough, there is a sound of ram horns. Looking down the road, here come a float, with Victora chained between two pillars. They slipped a fish tail on her and she is wearing two shells to cover her breasts. She is ‘The Daughter of Dagon’ also known as ‘The Lady’.
There is a giant EEL suspended over her, it’s head looking to the right and left as it moves into the mob, that falls silent, and parts. One old Irish Hag steps forth, and raises her cane;
“Look! It’s the Holy Ark of the Covenant! That David’s Philistine cousins brought to Ireland after Samson destroyed the temple of Dagon, the great god of El, the Eel god!”
Victoria Bond is brought to the bank of the Thames. Eels are poured down her gullet. As they release a toxin, Victoria begins to hallucinate. She is taken back in time. There are Phoenician gallies lining the banks full of cheerful followers of the River Eel of Britania, whose children were carried to all rivers of the western world. For centuries they provided nourishement to millions. Eel Pie is made out of rye, that sometimes gets moldy, and whole towns get high on LSD. Many religions are formed form the visions of God-El.
Then, the river eels began to vanish due to population growth and over consumtion. Royal people and families go to war with another over the last eels. Saint George and the DRAGON=DAGON is a branch of El that came to the British Isles.
This is all being explained by a BBC newscaster who is interviewing the High Priesess of Dagon, who claims she is 134 years of age. In Rome, the Pope is watching, and fuming! The great Vatican Sectret is out. He pushes a button under his desk, and fom out of their cells, come the Pope’s Assassins, known as the Un-Holy Trinity. Their leader is from the infamous McPence Clan, who expertly shame the genitalia of their victim, before they die.
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All of a sudden, Victoria Bond, vomits out of her mouth about twenty little eels. When they hit the water, there is a flash of neon blue and many bubbles come to the surface. The crowd lets go a rousing cheer. Catholics and Protestants put down their bottles and rocks, and begin to hug one another after seeing their religions come from the same source! The Pope slams down his crossaire upon the great oaken table, taking off a good hunk of it. This splinter of wood, is put away, for another day.
Victoria Bonds looks up at dark inky rain cloud, and cries out and a bolt of lightening hits the giant eel on the float, setting it ablaze!
“Why me! Why is the woman always the one who gets it in the end!”
Then, another Sea Hag shouts!
“Look! The Holy Ark is gone! Someone has stolen it!”
Shit! Victoria says under her breath; knowing her ordeal, her drama, had just begun!
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Well, that’s how my story WAS going to go. But, then I read there was going to be REAL TROUBLE, and the Pope will be in Ireland this day! I don’t want to cause more trouble. We have enough trouble. Besides, who wants THEIR Bond movie to go like this? It’s already been done, several times.
Did you know Virginia Hambley’s ancestors on her father’s side, are Phoenucians, descendants of Ham?
Anyhow. This will make a great B-movie. Victoria needs a good bodyguard, and, Miriam Starfish, the Christian Wild Woman, is chosen.
Hey! This would make a great off-Broadway musical!
You know what? I’m going ahead with my literary parade that will be moved to Glasgow, and go along the Clyde River, where they spotted a whale, and, there is a plan to harvest eels. I’m sick and tired of today’s religions spoiling the show. They will be bypassed and fall to the wayside for the sake of The Happy People.
In my book, the 2018 Orange Parade takes place! It is – ordained! We want our bloody eels – and our rye cakes! Stop fooken with us!
John Presco 007
Copyright 2018
Last week pupils from Lanarkshire became the first in Scotland to release European eels into the wild in a pilot of a new project called Scotland to Sargasso. Based on the Avon Wildlife Trust’s ‘Spawn to be Wild’ project, Scotland to Sargasso involves placing a part of the life cycle of the eel directly into schools to raise awareness of this critically endangered species. Pupils from Chryston Primary School (P3/4) and St Dominic’s Primary in Airdrie (P6) reared eels in class for a few weeks before releasing them into their local rivers to allow them to continue their life cycle.
A plan to harvest baby eels from the river Clyde for export as gourmet food has turned into a race to save the stocks from collapse.
The U-turn from exploitation to conservation follows initial research findings into the potential for farming the tiny eels – a delicacy on the Continent and in the Far East.
They command astronomical prices, especially in Japan, with prices up to (pounds) 150 a kilo – more than 20 times the average price of salmon.
However, the findings suggest the ”glass eels” – so-called because they are still transparent – are not nearly as prolific in the Clyde as first thought, with future populations endangered.
Serena watched Miriam walk towards her for their meeting. As far as she could tell, all her bodyguard wore was some kind of loin clothe – with sandals! Her long auburn hair covered her breasts.
“Please! Be seated. And stop staring down at me as if you are going to put me in a big pot and cook me! You’ve been given a nickname, you know……..Tarzarena! Some whisper this after you pass; “There goes Lady Greystoke” Have you seen a Tarzan movie?”
“No. I’ve only seen two movies, Ben Hur, and, PI.”
“Only two? PI? What is that about?”
“It’s about a Kabbalist mathematical genius who finds another dimension. My parents put it on our video machine every Saturday after firing up the generator. We watched Ben Hur every Easter. I can recite PI backwards. Want to hear?”
“No. Not right now. I am still in a daze. I think I spotted another Leprechaun at the frozen yogurt shop. Are they really National Treasures?”
Before El’s revelation with the name of Yahweh, it is said in Genesis 14:18–20 that Abraham accepted the blessing of El, when Melchizedek, the king of Salem and high priest of its deity El Elyon blessed him.[27] One scholarly position is that the identification of Yahweh with Ēl is late, that Yahweh was earlier thought of as only one of many gods, and not normally identified with Ēl. Another is that in much of the Hebrew Bible the name El is an alternate name for Yahweh, but in the Elohist and Priestly traditions it is conceived as an earlier name than Yahweh.[28] Mark Smith has argued that Yahweh and El were originally separate, but were considered synonymous from very early on.[29] The name Yahweh is used in the Bible Tanakh in the first book of Genesis 2:4; and Genesis 4:26 says that at that time, people began to “call upon the name of the LORD”.[30][31]
The Destruction of Leviathan by Gustave Doré (1865)
In some places, especially in Psalm 29, Yahweh is clearly envisioned as a storm god, something not true of Ēl so far as we know (although true of his son, Ba’al Hadad). It is Yahweh who is prophesied to one day battle Leviathan the serpent, and slay the dragon in the sea in Isaiah 27:1. The slaying of the serpent in myth is a deed attributed to both Ba’al Hadad and ‘Anat in the Ugaritic texts, but not to Ēl.
LEICESTER, United Kingdom – A Protestant fraternal organization has been ordered to reroute a march, so it doesn’t go past a Catholic Church in Glasgow where a Catholic priest was assaulted last month during a similar parade.
The Orange Order of Scotland had refused a request to voluntarily change their route to avoid St. Alphonsus Church, where a priest was spat upon and parishioners subjected to verbal abuse by spectators at an Orange Order parade on July 7.
In the aftermath of the incident, the Orange Order cancelled their scheduled July 21 march.
The Glasgow City Council held a hearing on Thursday about the scheduled Aug. 25 parade, and refused to allow it to go by the church after police officials said it would be a security concern.
In a statement published Wednesday, the Archdiocese of Glasgow said the Orange Order showed “gross insensitivity” in refusing to change their scheduled route.
The leadership of the order claim no members of the organization were personally involved in the attack and said a representative on Thursday told the city council he “deplores the obscenity that took place.”
After the city council made its decision, Archdiocese of Glasgow spokesman Ronald Convery told Crux he was pleased with the outcome.
“The archdiocese and Police Scotland made strong representations to the Council Committee pointing out the fears of the community and the danger of disorder. We are grateful to the Council for taking note of our concerns and the concerns of many outside the Catholic Church and acting decisively to lift a cloud of anxiety which was affecting parishioners and local residents,” the Convery said.
The Orange Order is a Protestant fraternal order based primarily in Northern Ireland, but with a strong presence in Scotland. It organizes marches during the summer months to commemorate the victory of the Dutch-born Protestant King William of Orange, who defeated the army of the deposed Catholic King James II to secure the thrones of England, Ireland and Scotland at the Battle of the Boyne in Ireland on July 1, 1690.
The marches are often a source of sectarian clashes between Protestants and Catholics in both Northern Ireland and Scotland, especially when they go through Catholic neighborhoods or by Catholic churches.
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