The Royal Janitor
Trump has adopted the Persecution Complex of Zionist Jews. This is why he goes after our NATO Allies. I saw this coming and is why I invented ‘The Martyred Bodyguard in my James Bond Character, Mirian Starfish Christling. She is Donald’s
OTHER DAUGHTER….HE DIDNT KNOW HE CONCIEVED
Was it like a…..EMACULATE CONCEPTION?
In my chapter ‘Starfish Wears A Loin Cloth’ I am waging Iconography Warfare that predicted the Coming of The Trump Jesus Memes. Here is my favorite image from that chapter. Having been raised like a Nun in the Solar Shasta Society of The Shooting Star, she COPS-OUT to smite her boss, Victoria Rosemond Bond, who
HURT HER FEELINGS
Hurting the Presidents feelings is a tern I hear every day, Being a Good Bud of Jesus, Donald is allowed to
COP-OUT EVERY DAMN HOUR OF THE DAY!
This is real heresy. Someone suggested Trump reads this blog everday. If true, he might be getting much permission from me. I created the character Barbazanya two years before they made the Barbie movie.. I think Jeff Besoz is ready to make the
ROYAL JANITOR
because it is going to be filled with Sleazy Teezy Cheezy Cake – mixed in with Biblical Lessons. You just know I’m already working on a facsimile of Yoram Reuben Hazony.
John Presco
Iconography, as a branch of art history, studies the identification, description and interpretation of the content of images: the subjects depicted, the particular compositions and details used to do so, and other elements that are distinct from artistic style. The word iconography comes from the Greek εἰκών (“image”) and γράφειν (“to write” or to draw).
Trump posts new AI image of himself embracing Jesus amid backlash from Christians and ongoing rift with Pope Leo
The president shared a new Jesus meme on social media after insisting a controversial image he’d posted was intended to depict him as a doctor — and not Christ.
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Updated Thu, April 16, 2026 at 5:43 AM PDT
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President Trump on Wednesday posted an AI-generated meme showing Jesus embracing him a day after insisting another image that he shared on social media, which sparked a backlash among the Christian right, was intended to depict him as a doctor — and not Christ.
The new image that Trump posted on Truth Social was a screengrab from X showing him in front of a microphone with Jesus’s arms draped around him and an American flag in the background.
“The Radical Left Lunatics might not like this, but I think it is quite nice!!!” the president wrote.
Earlier this week, Trump faced fierce pushback among some of his supporters for posting an image that depicted him as Jesus. The president claimed that it was intended to depict him as a doctor.
“I viewed that as a picture of me being a doctor in fixing — you had the Red Cross right there, you had, you know, medical people surrounding me,” Trump said in an interview with CBS News on Monday, seemingly referring to what appeared to be a nurse in the image. “And I was like the doctor, you know, as a little fun playing the doctor and making people better. So that’s what it was viewed as. That’s what most people thought.”
Trump said he was surprised by the outcry over the image, which he posted to his Truth Social account late Sunday. It was removed on Monday.
“Normally I don’t like doing that, but I didn’t want to have anybody be confused,” Trump said when asked why he took down the photo. “People were confused.”
House Speaker Mike Johnson, a Republican from Louisiana and one of Trump’s fiercest supporters in Congress, told reporters on Tuesday that he asked the president to remove the image.
“I did ask him to delete it,” Johnson said.
Vice President JD Vance, a converted Catholic who is promoting an upcoming book about his faith, defended his boss. On Monday, he told Fox News that the post was a “joke” and that Trump took it down “because he realized that a lot of people weren’t understanding his humor.”
Trump lashes out at the pope over Iran war criticism
Shortly before posting the controversial Jesus image on Sunday, Trump lashed out at Pope Leo, the first U.S.-born pontiff, in a Truth Social missive, calling him “WEAK on crime” and “terrible for Foreign Policy.”
“I don’t want a Pope who thinks it’s OK for Iran to have a Nuclear Weapon. I don’t want a Pope who thinks it’s terrible that America attacked Venezuela,” Trump wrote, referring to the U.S. capture of Venezuelan President Nicolás Maduro. “And I don’t want a Pope who criticizes the President of the United States because I’m doing exactly what I was elected, IN A LANDSLIDE, to do.”
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Leo has emerged as one of the most vocal critics of the Iran war. During a prayer service in St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome on Saturday, Leo said that a “delusion of omnipotence” is fueling the U.S.-Israel war in Iran, now in its seventh week.
“Enough of the idolatry of self and money!” Leo said during the service. “Enough of the display of power! Enough of war! True strength is shown in serving life.”
The president told CBS News that he had watched a “60 Minutes” segment highlighting Leo’s disapproval of the Iran war before firing off the post.
Trump also claimed that he was the reason Leo was chosen as the first U.S.-born pope.
“Leo should be thankful because, as everyone knows, he was a shocking surprise,” he wrote. “He wasn’t on any list to be Pope, and was only put there by the Church because he was an American, and they thought that would be the best way to deal with President Donald J. Trump. If I wasn’t in the White House, Leo wouldn’t be in the Vatican.”
Trump said that he preferred the pope’s eldest brother, Louis, because of his support for the MAGA movement — “He gets it, and Leo doesn’t!” the president wrote — and offered Leo some unsolicited advice: “Stop catering to the Radical Left, and focus on being a Great Pope, not a Politician.”
Trump, who spent the weekend in Florida, doubled down on his critique after arriving in Washington, D.C., late Sunday, saying, “I’m not a big fan of Pope Leo. He’s a very liberal person.”
While speaking to reporters outside the Oval Office on Monday, Trump was asked whether he owed Pope Leo an apology.
“No, I don’t,” the president replied. “Because Pope Leo said things that are wrong. He was very much against what I’m doing with regard to Iran, and you cannot have a nuclear Iran. Pope Leo would not be happy with the end result.”
How Pope Leo responded
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The pope dismissed President Trump’s criticisms on Monday, telling reporters traveling with him aboard the papal plane at the start of an 11-day trip to Africa that he has “no fear of the Trump administration.”
”I will continue to speak out strongly against war, seeking to promote peace, promoting dialogue and multilateralism among states to find solutions to problems,” the pope said. “Too many people are suffering today. Too many innocent people have been killed, and I believe someone must stand up and say that there is a better way.’’
“I have no fear of the Trump administration, or speaking out loudly of the message of the Gospel, and that’s what I believe I am called to do,” Leo told journalists. “We are not politicians. We are not looking to make foreign policy.”
“I don’t want to get into a debate with him,” the pope added. “I don’t think that the message of the Gospel is meant to be abused in the way that some people are doing.”
In May 2025, Trump welcomed Leo’s papal election as a “great honor” for the United States. And in his first year as pontiff, Leo had largely avoided directly criticizing the Trump administration. But the pope’s conciliatory tone has changed in recent weeks amid the Iran war.
After Trump threatened to wipe out “a whole civilization,” the pope said it was “truly unacceptable” and urged people to speak out against attacks on civilian infrastructure — a “sign of the hatred, the division, the destruction human beings are capable of” and a violation of international law.
Trump continued to take aim at the pope on Truth Social Wednesday.
“Will someone please tell Pope Leo that Iran has killed at least 42,000 innocent, completely unarmed, protesters in the last two months, and that for Iran to have a Nuclear Bomb is absolutely unacceptable,” the president wrote.
Trump is no stranger to pope fights
The president clashed with Leo’s predecessor, Pope Francis, even before his first term in office.
In the 2016 presidential campaign, Francis was sharply critical of Trump’s plan to build a wall along the U.S. southern border with Mexico.
“A person who thinks only about building walls, wherever they may be, and not building bridges, is not Christian,” Francis said.
Trump fired back: “For a religious leader to question a person’s faith is disgraceful.”
In a letter to U.S. Catholic bishops at the beginning of Trump’s second term, Francis referred to the Trump administration’s mass deportations as a “major crisis.”
“The act of deporting people who in many cases have left their own land for reasons of extreme poverty, insecurity, exploitation, persecution or serious deterioration of the environment, damages the dignity of many men and women, and of entire families,” Francis wrote, “and places them in a state of particular vulnerability and defenselessness.”
In his first year as president, Trump met with Francis at the Vatican, posing for a photo with the pontiff alongside first lady Melania Trump and his daughter Ivanka Trump.
“He is something. We had a fantastic meeting,” Trump later told reporters.
Meanwhile, Leo doubled down on his message of peace and unity on Wednesday while speaking to reporters about his visit to an Algerian mosque.
“I think the visit to the mosque was significant to say that although we have different beliefs, we have different ways of worshiping, we have different ways of living, we can live together in peace,” he said. “And so I think that to promote that kind of image is something which the world needs to hear today.”
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President Donald Trump’s bright idea to post a bizarre AI-generated image of himself as Jesus Christ may not have been entirely his own.
The 79-year-old president had discussed the blasphemous fake photo with his controversial head of the Federal Housing Finance Agency, Bill Pulte, before posting it to his Truth Social account, Axios reported Wednesday night.
Two advisers who spoke to the president about the picture told the outlet that Pulte, 37, brought up the image to Trump while the two were in South Florida together over the weekend, though it was unclear whether Pulte pulled it up on his phone or sent it directly to the president.
“Everyone thought it was a joke,” one adviser said.
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Starfish Wears A Loin Cloth
The job interview of Starfish might be the most Woke work of literature – ever! With the firing of Shoshana Chatfield, The Royal Janitor becomes a art piece, a play, another book in the New Testament, because I created her as a great Biblical Scholar, and, an AAA Killer. Starfish would be a perfect person to lead a crusade – if she was a man! I was inspired by all the women and men on Facebook who claim they are Knights Templar. Turning Starfish into a Lesbian who marries a descendent of the Bond Family, was the most impossible thing, ever, except for the Commander in Chief wanting to invade two NATO Nations in the middle of the Tariff War he started. But, isn’t that the point of both Biblical books, the Children of God get in one hell of a mess, but, God wins in the end. I am not a Christian – or a Jew.
When Victoria Rosemond Bond interviews Starfish for a job at BAD, she was having trouble with her attire, All she is wearing was a loin cloth, modeled after the one Jesus wore on the cross.
John Press
The Baboons of YHWH
Posted on October 16, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Victoria Bond tried to follow Miriam’s line of reasoning for having to fly to Africa and dispatch the two Texans in order to stop them from killing more baboons. This was made nearly impossible because Miriam was being very cautious not to take the Lord’s Name in vain. Also, she would not stop saying all Texans are “Shit-heads”
“Not all Texans are shitheads. My cousin is a Texan.” Victoria said in a logical manner, forgetting not but an hour ago Miriam had to be darted with a tranquilizer gun when she went ape-shit after seeing Barf Cavanaugh posing with the baboons he killed. She was screeching, her mouth agape in utter disbelief and rage. Now she is pounding on the desk!
“ALL Texans are shit-heads! Everyone of them. If Khrushchev defeated the United States he was going to empty Texas of shit-heads – and salt the earth!”
“O.K. Calm down. Have it your way!”
Victoria had to hit the red button, but refused to dart her friend when one coward after another refused to pull the trigger. Luckily the dart gun went off by accident. Now she wondered if she was sanctioning State Lunacy.
“Bud and Barf must – DIE! They must be stopped before they kill the TETRAGRAMATION!”
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s the name YHWH. They Y is Yod the Father. H is the Son of the Father. W is the Wife of Yod. And H is the daughter. This is why I freaked. I thought Barf and Bud had killed GOD!”
All of a sudden, Victoria is seeing Charleton Heston dropping to his knees and cursing. Her mind is reeling. It appears a movie called Planet of the Apes has come – true? Is that the word the head of BAD was looking for.
“Why would God…….”
“Yod!”
“Why would, Yod, manifest Himself as a family of baboons?”
Ask and thou shall receive. Victoria suddenly understood what Miriam was saying as she looked at the photo of Barf on the desk.
“Oh my – Yod! That’s the Pieta! This is the wife, and this is…………….?”
“The daughter!” Starfish said hiding the quaking in her voice.
Victoria watched Miriam catch the one tear that rolled down her cheek, and disappear it. Reaching into her drawer she pulled out a rubber stamp and rolled it across the pad of red ink. With much conviction she stamped BAD across Barf’s chest. Starfish let out a long breath of air, and snatched the photo off the desk. Ms. Nattidue held out her ticket to Africa, so certain was she that Tarzarena, as she called Miriam, was going to get her way. She understood Miriam had a good reason for taking the lives of fellow primates, via her grasp of the Torah and Kabballah. In other words, she got her instructions directly from……………..YOD!
At 50,000 feet above the Atlantic, Miriam Starfish slipped into the bathroom, and girded her loins. She marveled at how calm her hands were as she tied the sacred knots in her loin cloth. Coming back into the cabin she ran into the stewardess who was shocked to see her passenger in seat 24A, transformed. She started to invoke a rule or two, then heard;
“I have gird up my loins!”
Miriam studied the eyes of the stewardess, who broke out in a beautiful smile, and gently put her hand on Starfishes naked shoulder.
“I understand!”
On her way back to her seat, Miriam turned and asked;
“Where are you from?”
“Why, I’m from, Texas! Why do you ask?”
John Presco 007
Copyright 2018
gird one’s loins
Also, gird up one’s loins. Prepare oneself for action, as in I’m girding up my loins for that crucial interview. This expression comes from the Bible (Proverbs 31:17) and originally alluded to tucking up the traditional long robe into a girdle (that is, a belt) so it will not hamper physical activity. [c. 1600]
This is four Hebrew letters (Yod, He, Waw and He) called the “Tetragrammaton”. The four characters are the four Hebrew letters that correspond to YHWH and are transliterated IAUE or Yahweh. Yahweh is the name of the Almighty Father in Heaven that people commonly call “The LORD” or “God”. The reason we see “LORD” and “God” in our bibles is because of a Jewish tradition that the name Yahweh was not to be spoken for fear that the name be blasphemed. However, the scriptures declare that His name should be exalted (e.g. Ps 68:4) and the third commandment forbids this practice. The Preface of some bibles will admit why they change His name. Nearly all will cite tradition and familiarity as the reason. This, I believe is wrong. Sometimes people pronounce the tetragrammaton as “Jehovah”. But Jehovah could never be the right pronunciation. On this web site, the name of Yahweh is used in reference to the Heavenly Father because in the scriptures we are told to praise, exalt, bless, love, teach, preach, anoint, assemble, believe, give thanks, honor and call on His name.
The Tetragrammaton has been found in the 2000 year old Dead Sea Scrolls and in ancient copies of the Septuagint!
The tetragrammaton (/ˌtɛtrəˈɡræmətɒn/; from Greek Τετραγράμματον, meaning “[consisting of] four letters”), יהוה in Hebrew and YHWH in Latin script, is the four-letter biblical name of the God of Israel.[1][2] The books of the Torah and the rest of the Hebrew Bible (with the exception of Esther, and Song of Songs) contain this Hebrew name. Religiously observant Jews and those who follow Talmudic Jewish traditions do not pronounce יהוה, nor do they read aloud transliterated forms such as Yahweh; instead the word is substituted with a different term, whether used to address or to refer to the God of Israel. Common substitutions for Hebrew forms are hakadosh baruch hu (“The Holy One, Blessed Be He”), Adonai (“The Lord”),[3] or HaShem (“The Name”).
State sponcored lunacy
The four letters of the Tetragrammaton form the root meaning “to be,” and some have understood the original meaning to be “He-Who-Is,” or “He who brings being into being.”
The origin of the taboo on pronouncing God’s name aloud — viewing this as irreverent or possibly even a violation of the commandment not to take God’s name in vain — is not entirely clear. However, some attribute it to a Temple practice in which only the High Priest was allowed to utter the name, and only when in the Temple and reciting the priestly blessing. In the Mishnah (in Sanhedrin 10:1), as Rabbi Louis Jacobs notes in The Jewish Religion, the sage Abba Saul declares that one who pronounces the divine name with its letters (i.e. as it is spelled) has no share in the World to Come.
Some Jews and non-Jews have suggested that the name itself has magical power, an idea that Maimonides dismissed but that is embraced in some Kabbalistic (Jewish mystical) texts.
Miriam’s Wardrobe
Posted on March 20, 2018by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
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?”
“Yes! You can go to jail for ten years if you molest one.”
“Are there female Leprechauns?”
“No.”
“Do you mind if I ask why you don’t wear a bra, or, a top of some kind? What is odd, you have never exposed a breast, or two. What is your secret?”
“You won’t freak out if I show you?”
“No! Lay it on me!”
Miriam leans forward in her chair, and tries to pull her hair away from her breast.
“Oh my God – What? What am I seeing! Holy fuck!”
“Isn’t that cool. My hair has a mind of its own and wraps around my breast to hold it firm. All women can do this if they grow their hair, and don’t wear a bra. My tits don’t sag a bit. Too bad you didn’t have the parents I had. We went back to Eden – almost. I own two dozen loincloths, because Jesus wore two styles. They are hung on hangers in my closet. I don’t have a panty and sock drawer. Which one do you like the best?”
“I’ve seen enough! No more. Don’t forget you have an appointment to see The Wizard tomorrow.”
Jon Presco
Copyright 2018
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Starfish Products and Productions
Posted on December 12, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
On this day, December 12, 2024, I found Starfish Productions! I had not intention of making Victoria Rosemond Bond, a Lesbian – and her bodyguard – Miriam Starfish Christling. But after seeing a video of Putin’s goons whipping Pussy Riot – I sacrificed my chance to make a killing by authoring a James Bond Book, and writing a movie script.
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press and Starfish Productions
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My chapter about Starfish copping out, is my favorite chapter. I want to make Starfish – bigger than Donald! My goal is to make Starfish – Times Person of the Year!
I believe I own the idea of creating a Human Barbie when I conjured up….
BARBAZANYA
I will have my attorney talk to the producers of Barbie about making a movie about Barbazanya meeting Burroughs on a shoot in Mexico, and have her life totally changed. They become pen pals.
The Lost Letters From Barbazanya
Burroughs used his best friend to lure heterosexual men into his bed. There was a vicarious sexual satisfaction in doing this. Conquest, is, conquest!
“Looks like we have a hot commodity working for us! Barbazanya should be paying us!”
Queer is a 2024 period romantic drama film directed by Luca Guadagnino from a screenplay by Justin Kuritzkes, based on the 1985 novella by William S. Burroughs. Set in 1950s Mexico City, the film follows an outcast American expat (Daniel Craig) who becomes infatuated with a younger man (Drew Starkey). Jason Schwartzman, Henry Zaga, Omar Apollo, and Lesley Manville also star.
Starfish Meets Calvin Klein
Posted on January 31, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
by
John Presco
Victoria was in serious denial as to why she suddenly became so concerned about how her bodyguard dressed. Miriam Starfish saw her coming a mile off, and played her like Hemmingway played with his great fish. Yes, she was deeply hurt that Victoria did not accept her for who she is – even though she was acting out of jealousy. Oh how our most precious being emerges on to these faux stages. We are never more dramatic then when we know we are inventing things, making it all up. All love stories begin, thus.
“O.K. I’ll play along. I’ll be as phony as can be. I’ll go on that date, even though I just resigned myself to live like a fifteenth century Russian Monk.”
Miriam’s Mood Swings
Posted on September 17, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
by
John Presco
Copyright 2018
It can be said Miriam is always experiencing mood swings, but several days after she and Victoria returned from Eugene Oregon, her mood had taken a turn for the worse.
“I hate my room. I need to be relocated. My accommodations are not austere enough. I need an environment that is more, severe.”
“Didn’t we go through this when your were hired? You saw all the rooms at Osborne, and settled on the chore girl’s room. Didn’t you measure it? Is the bed – too big?”
“Stop patronizing me. I know the story of Goldylicks.”
“That’s – locks!”
“Whatever! I have studied Osborne House. The chore girls were sluts. They didn’t last long. They got pregnant in a year. I feel like I’m living in a whore house.I’m a good Christian girl.”
“Well! Aren’t we picky. How about the boiler room?”
“Show me!”
It was love at first sight! Miriam shrieked when she saw the old army cot.
“Is this – mine?”
“Ahh – yes. The boiler man uses it when there is boiler trouble and he has to spend the night.”
“Is he an old guy?”
“Yes!”
“Tell him he can have my old room.”
“O.K.”
Well, the boiler guy was not told anything, and when he came to make his weekly check on his boiler, there was Miriam laying naked on his cot staring up at the monograms on the boiler. She had an earplug in that broadcast tinny music and the news report from he crystal radio set she made. The boiler guy studied her long lithe form lit by Miriam’s kerosene lamp. A wave of jealousy swept over him. This is how he longed to live, but, then he would not find the right person to live with him. And…..there she be!
“I deserve you!” The boiler man said in a haunting voice. Miriam jumped up, and was ready to pounce. The old man saw the fire of the furnace between her long legs. her eyes were ablaze.
“Thank you. I will be going now!”
Miriam lay back down on her cot. A man had just seen her naked in Osborne House. She went back to studying the monogram, and let out a quite whimper because she was mind-blind to monograms. She could not fathom them, see the letters.
“Why?” she asked. Miriam was talking to herself, and it was noticed. Victoria summoned her to her office.
“Miriam. It has come to my attention you are talking to yourself.”
“Did that old fuck say something?”
“If you are talking about the boiler guy, he quit. You really stressed him out. I might have to ask you to wear more clothes.”
“Good! I want his job!” Miriam asked, and Victoria was relieved a fight over her dress had been avoided another day.
“You got it. No need to tell me you studied-up.”
“Did you know twenty percent of the boilers in the great estate were maintained by The Dorchester Orion Amalgamate. Union members wear the belt of Orion. The Romans commissioned them to supply wood for their baths throughout England. They are way older than the Catholic church. My menstrual cycles are affected by Orion’s Belt.
“Really!” Victoria said, and sucked in some air through her gritted teach. She was not in the mood for more strange Communist cosmologies that developed behind the Iron Curtain in the 50s. “Miriam. I think it would be best that you go out, more often. No, that was bullshit. Miriam, you need a social life. Your moods have soured. If you were a feline, I would buy a cat for you to play with. You are in need of a companion. We have found someone your age who will play with you. We do not want you hitting the pick-up bars. You don’t take rejection well.”
“Are you paying her to play with me?”
“No – yes! She’s a professional model, and, her whole life is dedicated to her craft. Models are always, on. Even when asleep.”
“How do you know she will get along with me?”
“We don’t. Thiis is why we thought it best she be on the payroll.”
“May I ask, who “we” is? Have you, and the others, been spying on me?” With that question, Miriam turned her back, but not before Miriam shot Victoria a very lethal look. Now her boss felt all the cylinders of her fury being ignited.
“Gulp! Did I just tell my deadly bodyguard I am paying someone to play with her. What kind of asshole am I? I’m – dead! I deserve to die.”
Miram gripped the handle on her desk drawer where she hept her required weapon. But, Mirriam turned, and was wearing a bright happy look!”
“What’s her name. I can’t wait to meet her! This will be so much fun!”
“Ah….Let me see!” Victoria flipped through her notes. “Her name is Barbazanya! I want you to take a week off in order to get know each other.”
“What a beautiful name! I will send you pics!”
Then one day, Nattitude announced
“Hey – look! I just got some pics of Miriam. Come look!”
Victoria rushed over feeling a pang of jealousy.
“She was supposed to be sending me pics!” Victoria gasped. “Oh my God! Is this our Miriam? She looks so – artificial! That’s Barbazanya? She’s gorgeous! What!? Miriam won a string bikini contest? I told her not to model!”
“Yeah! But, you didn’t tell her she couldn’t enter a beauty contest. You got to be specific. My thirteen years old daughter can bend light around corners.”
“Why does Barbazanya have her arm draped over Miriam’s leg? She not writing. She’s just pretending. What the?”
“Their posing.” Nattitude said. ‘They’re posing for you.”
“Why?”
“They want to make you jealous. How many girlfriends did you have growing up?”
“None!………What a phony!”
Nattitude cleared her throat, ever so slightly, then, put her Rubic’s Cube down on her desk. She was done figuring this one out.
“Look at that – baby face! Those are pouting baby lips! Barbazanya has taken her cute little baby to the beach wearing her baby bonnet! What is this, stuff? Who shot these pics? These aren’t selfies. This is professional eroticism for women – only! Do men look at these magazines, Nattitude? Do black women have similar magazines? Why haven’t I seen this before?”
“Hey, leave me out of this! The answers are, no, and no!” Nattitude looked at her computer screen to avoid seeing Victoria home-in on those baby bee-stung lips, that are very popular. Many women desire to own lips like this, and spend millions on plastic surgery.
“Looks like we have a hot commodity working for us! Barbazanya should be paying us!”
Sun King and Teleki Family
Posted on December 10, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
The genealogy of Starfish began to cast the genealogy of Victory in a shadow. I wondered why she was becoming the dominant character. I am psychic. We would have made a great match. I became interested in Bond books and movies after I discovered I was kin to Ian Fleming via the actress, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. Catherina von Schell would be happy to know she is associated with the Rosamond family tree, and the House of Schwarzenberg. I found my last muse at the end of my life. But, how long has she been with me? Does she get glimpses of me, now and then?
John Presco
When Miriam got back from vacation, she was curt. She never made eye contact with her boss. Then, Miriam came to work with her underwear showing. The button on her jeans was undone. She read ‘Calvin Klein’. Fashion World had invaded the headquarters of BAD. Victoria felt her heart drop – in a deep plunge into pure jealousy. Barbazanya had done a Calvin Klein layout that was on T.V.. These were – her underwear!
You bitch……Victoria said under her crimson blush. You paid me back. You’re telling me she owns you, now! You are her little slut, now!
Miriam stood at Victoria’s desk, rubbing it in. She leaned foreword and pressed her mound of Venus against her boss’s desk.
“You wanted to ask me something?”‘
“Yes. I don’t want you walking around the office with your underwear hanging out. I understand this look is sweeping the fashion world, but, we………..”
“O.K. Anything else?”
“Yes. I don’t want you to see Barbazanya again.”
“You got it!”
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Miriam’s Tree House
Posted on September 17, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
by
John Presco
Copyright 2019
One can conclude the best thing about being in love, is contemplating – if you have fallen in love! As Victoria lie in her bed, frozen in a strange wave of eroticism, she was forced to consider if her subordinate had come onto her, made a very obvious pass at her. She could not get the sight of her Calvin Klein panties out of her mind. Victoria felt her heat transmitted though he oak desk. This was so – forbidden! But, then came her words;
“You got it!”
Victoria felt her stomach muscle constrict. She had a powerful desire to touch herself. Then she violently threw that thought aside. In it’s pace was the idea she had been seduced by a human being. This was a major move in Victoria’s chessboard. A whole new world had collided with her singular world. Instant trade agreements were now on the horizon. The idea of intimately sharing ones existence with another, had never happened to Victoria. This possibility superseded all sexual desire – and sent Victoria soaring into the cosmos! Her heart was pounding. When she realized Miriam had come to this place before her, and was waiting for her – to arrive – was beyond compare. This waiting, this, longing is a great teacher, that imparts the finest ideas, ideals we will ever know. But, this realization is cloaked in our sexual being, that we are compelled to come to terms with.
Victoria studied Miriam’s face. She had resigned herself to her fate.
Oh my God………she loves me! She has fallen in love with me. Being around Barbazanya was the preamble to the world that awaited her, that had already arrived. Is this a case of – love at first sight? Did they fall in love with each other in the first seconds of their meeting? There is my cellphone. Call her…….in the lonely boiler room!
Victoria turned on her stomach, grabbed her pillow hard, and buried her head and breasts in it. She then let out this strange sound, and raised her hips ever so slightly. Everything is possible! It is all permitted!
Victoria arrived early for work. Sitting behind her desk she could not contain herself. Soon she will be seeing Miriam’s beautiful flat abdomen, with that incredible belly button. Then she heard the sharp approach of heals coming down the hall. When she saw Miriam, she gasped, then, felt sick to her stomach.
Miriam was wearing a black skirt and white blouse buttoned to the top. She had on white socks that highlighted he clunky black nurses shoes with a thick heal. Her hair was put in a tight bun. From the side Miriam looked at Victoria. Her eyes were puffy. She had been crying. She had not slept well.
Victoria felt a powerful tingling. What have I done? She wanted to go an embrace Miriam, and reassure her, tell her…….I know. But Miriam’s superior intuition had already discovered Victoria’s secret that was just sixteen hours old. Here was the other have of the events…..when worlds collide…….that are extremely complex.
Suppressing a sob, Victoria got up to pour herself a cup of coffee. She had to pass Miriam sitting at he desk. Coming back to her desk, her hand was shaking. she was spilling coffe on the white carpet. Then……….she fainted!
The next day the gardener told Nattitude that he found a trail of clothing leading to one of the cork oaks Prince Alpert had planted. Looking up, he saw Miriam working on her tree house. She couldn’t go back to the boiler room. She had outgrown it. She had outgrown everything. Here in her tree, she could nurse, she could caress, her love for Victoria. Miriam was love sick.
Victoria was grateful she had fainted. She had dressed all wrong. Now she had a chance to run to her room, as Miriam ran to her room, crying. She had spilled coffee on her Bohemian Gypsy dress that exposed her perfectly flat abdomen. She was wearing a Spanish halter top. Did she own a pair of castanets? Ripping her work uniform off the hanger, she pulled her tight skirt up. Did she own a pair of Calvin Klien shorts for women? Digging into her drawers, she came up empty. She did find the top half of her Betty Page erotica outfit. She loved the pointed bra look that hooked many a man in the fifties and early sixties. Now she was at her mirror putting on bright red lipstick. Should she wear her pearls? No. Button her blouse to the top button matched Miriams meassage, saying their Days of Whine and Roses, was over. The truth was, they had just begun!
Coming back into the common work area, Victoria caught Miriam’s eye, and wouldn’t let go. She bent down to pick up the earring she just dropped.
“Oh, here it is. I thought I lostit!”
Nattitude watched Miriam take it all in. The days of Tight Buns and Pointed Tits had begun. Victoria had her hair in a tight bun, and, was giving her co-worker a good look at her profile. Het tits were way out to – here! Miriam had to get a bra like that. Victoria couldn’t wait for the clock to strike five s she could buy a couple pair of Calvin Kleins. She just missed Mirriam coming out of the Betty Page shop.
The sexual tension in the office that morning – was fierce! It was an erotic fencing contest between two women. Nattitude called her husband just before lunch.
“I love you darling!”
“Is anything wrong? I can tell by your voice something is going down. Are you in any danger? Shall I come over?”
“Ahhh………no!……….Are you two breaking for lunch? (click)”
Her co-workers did not hear. There ears were inflamed, engorged with blood. Both were panting like bloodhounds. Who’s going to jump on whom? It was like ‘The Battle of Britain’. The sound of the Buzz-bomb made everyone tense. As long as your heard the buzzing, everyone was safe. Their pussies, were buzzing. Have they no shame?
Then, it happened. Miriam moved down the hall to the fax room, like a great cat. Victoria took in every muscle of her glutamus maximus. Putting her hand on the doorknob, Miriam Wild Woman turned her head slowly, sand gave her boss…..The Look!
Victoria would like to think she got around her desk in a graceful manner, but, Nattitude describes it to her husband, like this;
“Have you seen videos of The Running of the Bulls? You see this dude come barreling around the corner because a bull is right on his ass. Then, when your think he’s going to get gored, the bull slips on the cobblestone! Victoria was like that bull. She knocked a bunch of shit off her desk, and tipped over the printer table. She didn’t every notice! Hardy! Har! Har!”
Natitude’s husband did not laugh, because he had heard too much office talked about Miriam, that was supposed to stay in the office. He had two nightmares about her.
What she had given Victoria was The Look of Complete Receptiveness that had repopulated the planet – many times over! One of the two have to give this look, or, we would not exist as a species. Victoria thought she would be the receptive one, due to Miriam fierce aggressiveness. The realization that she would tame the tiger, get her to raise her tail for her, was like scoring a knock-out with a upper cut. Ms. Bond had a raging boner for her beloved bodyguard.
When Victoria put her hand the knob, it was hot to the touch. Throwing the door open quickly, she shit it even more quickly. She had crossed the threshold. The fax room was filled with flames. From Miriam’s solar plexus shot these waves of blue flames that came to caress Victoria, and pull her close. Then there were these green eyes that looked at Victoria like a panther in the forest.
Panting, not able to catch her breath, Victoria let go with the agreement she had been rehearsing for four days.
“I’ll show you my Calvin Klein’s, if you show me yours?”
“We are victims of a very successful Branding campaign.” said Victoria. “Now, turn around!”
When Nattitude came to work the next day, she opened the front door, tentavly. Things were in disarray, out of place.
They done slicked up my work space!” Nattitude said with a tisk. “They done played nasty in tere!”
Victoria did not say good morning to Nattitude, because she only had eyes for Miriam, who was in the little girl’s room. Victoria had ordered a huge bouquet of flowers. Next to the vase was an envelope containing the poem she whipped out for………her lover. Instead of the sexual tension, subsiding, it was now a British Air-raid Siren that you could feel for miles,
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The Daily Beast reached out to the White House and the FHFA for comment.
Pulte has quietly stirred up trouble behind the scenes throughout Trump’s second presidency, even getting on the nerves of some of his fellow administration officials.
At a MAGA dinner event in September, Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent threatened to punch the 5-foot-8-inch housing czar “in the f—ing face,” even suggesting the two go outside so Bessent could “f—ing beat [his] a–,” Politico reported.
Pulte—the grandson of the founder of one of the nation’s biggest homebuilders—has also been instrumental in inflaming the president’s ire toward Fed Chair Jerome Powell, as he has put pressure on Congress to investigate the Federal Reserve chief for “political bias” and “deceptive Senate testimony.”
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