Vampires now? Really?
C'mon, man.
C’mon, man?
Good evening Bags, blessings of Rosenberg Day to you and yours.
When elitist overlords tweet extolling (drooling over) the rejuvenating benefits of blood from prepubescent boys, what else would you call it? Bram Stoker was a Blatavsky-derived lodge initiate who spun a tale partly based on prior Gothic tales and Eastern European legends which defined the narrative of “vampire” in our consciousness. It effectively masked a millennial-old practice we’ve come to know and despise.
Myths are things that never happened, but always are.