The Invader Candidate: From the Adventures of Khraa-Veh, Alien Explorer
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“Let’s see if there are any other creatures like that who’d want me for a nightie-night snack!” Khraa/Astra whispered to herself.
She used her mental powers to detect, and actually found, a mega-host of insects and arachnids, and a small colony of bats. She mentally suggested to all of the insects and arachnids, Come out, bugsies!
Arachnids and insects scurried in panic out of every nook and cranny in the auditorium onto its walls, ceiling, floor and various fixtures.
Khraa/Astra psychically suggested to every bat in the convention center, Lunchtime! Bats flew out from every crack and crevice opening in the building, and, pursuing the bugs with hungry delight, ate them all.
Next, Khraa/Astra used a special matter-altering device in her suit and altered the molecular structure of the ceiling, which created several circular holes that led to the roof. With her mental powers, Khraa/Astra suggested into the minds of the membrane-winged night-creatures, Bats be gone!
Every bat in the place streaked out into the moonlit night through the temporary holes in the ceiling. Once the bats were out of the building, Khraa/Astra resealed the skyward holes using her telepathy and suit’s matter-altering device.
Khraa/Astra, always one for comic relief with a song or poem, quietly sang to herself the following improvised words to the 1970’s hit song “Cat’s in the Cradle”:
“And the bats in the belfry, how they fly and swoon
In the Minnesota night by the light of the moon.
Hope the risin’ sun won’t catch ‘em flyin’ then
Hope they’re hangin’ in the dark by then, yeah,
Hope they’re hangin’ in the dark by then.”
Khraa/Astra, satisfied that her part in the Lord’s battle plan was coming off smoothly, giggled quietly.
“Activate stasis-sleep device” she said.
And, like her man in space, Khraa/Astra’s spacesuit placed her in a deep stasis-sleep for more than two days’ time.
Personal Log, Captain Khraa-Veh ven-Elheem recording using telepathic deep-sleep mind-speech while in stasis, a miniaturized and invisible Khraa/Astra spoke telepathically into her spacesuit’s built-in psych-comcorder one half-hour later, as she clung in stasis to a ceiling fixture at the convention center.
Am now awaiting the beginning of the convention where Mallory Ignacia Stanton, alias Mephistula, is expected to win her party’s nomination for the US Presidency. My mission now is to expose Stanton for who she truly is, the evil marauder who has laid fiery waste to multitudes of planets, including Rubiaar IV, and stop her, because planet Earth is next on her “hit-list.”
Meanwhile, my FBI Agent-sweetheart Mike has lifted off in Blue 1 from Three-Cross Ranch owned by his friend ex-CIA Director Jim Stock. Mike is to fly into battle to enter, the invading flagship of Trudierre’s task-fleet using 12 miniaturized thermonuclear warheads. Each has the explosive power of one Soviet-Terran Tsar Bomba hydrogen bomb, whose devastating power, when equipped with a Uranium-238 fusion neutron reflector, would have equaled 100 Earthly megatons, enough to lay waste to an area at least twice the area the French city of Paris. Mike is aware of this.
And as for me, once I expose Stanton’s true nature, I am to fight Mephistula to the death. If either Mike or I should fail in our tasks, we can kiss both the planet Earth and the Free Universe goodbye, pure and simple. End of entry, date-time stamp.
Into Khraa/Astra’s mind, Jesus said, Remember, Khraavie, I am with you always, now and forevermore.
Khraa/Astra did not know what to make of Jesus’ speaking into her mind, as she went back into stasis-sleep while Jesus gently reassured her.
Khraavie, have faith in Me. The victory is already Mine.
Amid the illegal labor chaos, the national convention for the nomination of the presidential candidate from Mephistula/Stanton’s party in Minneapolis began on July 13 and was to last for four days until July 17 with a Presidential candidate in place to run against opposing candidate Donovan Turnbull and his running mate Mike Schilling.
From all reliable accounts, the convention in question was rigged to the hilt. Still, quite a fight was put forth by three candidates who did not want a repeat of the 2016 Democratic National Convention, which presidential hopeful Bernie Sanders rightly claimed was rigged all-too strongly in favor of that convention’s questionably decided winner, Hillary Diane Rodham Clinton. She, in turn, lost to her Republican opponent, billionaire business-being and former TV reality show host Donald John Trump, an Earthman who, strangely enough, is very similar to Amkeria’s President Trombart.
Mephistula/Stanton and each of her three never-say-die competitors were controversial, brazen and none were fit for the Oval Office. Nor were they fit to champion the only group that mattered, the American people. And over the next two days, the presidential hopefuls made their hatred-infested pitches.
Barney “The Maine Man” Kroc, the convention’s Czech-Jewish-American Bernie Sanders-like senator-candidate from Maine, was the closest thing to a moderate/man-of-the-people candidate, and garnered much support from young adults under 40 and moderates, while leading the charge with the bold claim that the convention was rigged.
The oddest candidate was the male-to-female transgendered candidate and the butt of late night talk show jokes, Kris Jelinek (formerly known as US Olympic men’s figure skating champion Wayne Jelinek.) Ex-spouse of conniving media personality Kristal Methuen, Jelinek played the LGBTQ, gender rights, and so-called marriage rights cards like a skilled poker player. But from the start, she lost crucial ground among numerous party radicals who supported Sexton, and party moderates who backed Kroc.
Malcolm Sexton, a latter-day, proudly self-described “African-American Marxist-Leninist version of 1960s Black Muslim activist Malcolm X” and someone who had also been known for his praises of Nazi dictator Adolf Hitler as having the right idea, but in the interests of “the wrong race”, moderated his views to suit the convention. (Or, as Earthlings might put it, did he just sugarcoat them?)
His platform was a more extreme blend of Marxism, as well as the platforms of Malcolm X and atheist activist Madalyn Murray O’Hair. Sexton called Christianity, Judaism, and indeed, all religions “hate speech centered around pseudo-divine superhero illusions that… [he]… would happily criminalize.” He even welcomed another 1968 Chicago-style donnybrook-infested convention, with a violent and victorious atheist black revolution.
In fact, Sexton, who had an oddly-blended secular-religious extremist take on Jelinek’s platform, vowed that “Chicago 1968 would be back, bigger, badder, blacker, and bloodier than ever,” if he was prevented from running for the nomination. (He wasn’t.)
But Mephistula/Stanton, as Terrans might say, “fixed their little red wagons” with graft here, threats there, bribery and more threats elsewhere. Also, true to form, Mephistula/Stanton’s platform was merely an updated and more cleverly-disguised yet more hatefully irrational, more radicalized version of her bra-burning feminist platforms of her past and of women’s lib-era/second -generation feminism — or what certain sociologists would term “fourth-generation feminism.”
In addition, Mephistula/Stanton utilized an inventive appease-and-divide tactic on everyone to get their votes at the convention, yet still followed the dictates of the New World Order, a socio-governmental international infiltrative outlaw organization. Although the New World Order’s creation has been attributed to the likes of Adam Weishaupt, Ansari from the 7th Century AD/CE, various secret societies such as the Illuminati, even, albeit indirectly, anti-Semite apostates Origen and Ambrose, it was clandestinely built and influenced by Mephistula.
At any rate, the convention for Mephistula/Stanton’s party that year was practically a more violent repeat of 1968 Chicago. Baseball legend Yogi Berra would have likely called “…déjà vu all over again…”
Dr. Khraa-Veh ven-Bonhoeffer
Captain, AMKEXPRA
V-S-S-Day: The Battle of the Solar System
[RECONSTRUCTED FROM EVENTS A
T THE MINNEAPOLIS CONVENTION
MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, USA
13 AND 14 JULY]
“As you can plainly see,” spoke Van Anderson into Camera 1 from CNS News’ broadcast booth at the political convention in Minneapolis on its first day, “security is tighter than a drum. Security personnel have been brought in from California-based Randy Rae Security Services as ushers in order to maintain security.”
As Anderson gave his commentary, a button-bedecked 20-something African-American female Kroc supporter approached the security scanner in front of the entrance to the convention center’s auditorium. The Kroc supporter showed her convention pass to a well-dressed, brutally handsome male Randy Rae security guard-usher. He grabbed the Kroc supporter’s right arm by the elbow and twisted it, as the Randy Rae usher was ordered to do by Stanton’s camp.
The usher said officiously, “I need to see both sides of your badge, please.”
“Let me go, damnit!” the young Kroc woman shouted.
“I must see both sides of the badge, babe!” the polite-yet-rudely-sexist usher said, until the Kroc woman relented, and clumsily showed both sides of her pass to the Randy Rae employee.
He then said to her in ersatz politeness, “Thank you. You may enter.”
“You’re not welcome!” the Kroc woman said, with tears in her eyes, and still hurting from the guard-usher’s arm-twisting as she walked into the auditorium.
“And now, Party Chair and New York Senator Marilyn Crohn will address the delegates” spoke raven-haired, moderately-butch Canadian anchorwoman Lyssa Legault into Camera 1 from the broadcast booth of CTC. For a Canadian TV network, CTC had taken an unusually keen interest in the convention because of their unspoken support for Mephistula/Stanton and, aside from a small BBC contingent, was the only non-American news outlet covering the convention on-site. She, along with the rest of the network’s team, including Rick Perry on the convention floor, listened in silent reverence during Crohn’s speech.
“There are people…” shouted salt-and-pepper-haired feminist-bra-burner-angry convention chair and New York Senator Marilyn Madeline Moira Crohn from the podium in the Exhibit Hall Theater, as if she was a latter-day female Richard Daley, “…who want to divert our attention away from the issue of electing our party’s candidate for the next President of these United States to matters that all-too much divide us, not unite us! They do not represent our party, nor should they pretend to do so!”
The crowd of 99.44 percent left-of-center party delegates roared into loud-and-proud applause and cheering.
Meanwhile, outside the convention center, demonstrators for and against Mephistula/Stanton clashed with nightstick-swinging local riot police and each other, inadvertently playing out violence that no one foresaw.
“The loyal delegates of Texas object to the conduct of these proceedings!” shouted a pro-life, traditional marriage conservative Christian Latina delegate from Texas who represented a minority voice for Christians and sanity on the second day of the tumultuous convention, “The delegates from Texas demand that the Evangelical Christians in the party be heard!”
“THE DELEGATION FROM TEXAS IS NOT RECOGNIZED FOR THAT PURPOSE!” shouted Crohn, who was as anti-Christian as Hitler was anti-Semitic, as well as an “I Am Woman” bra-burner radical 1970s feminist on steroids. She was also the kind of woman that was pro-Stanton to the hilt. She hammered the gavel repeatedly while she stood on the Stage of Ballroom A, while the midnight hour was nearing.
The female Texas delegate shouted back, “There is nothing in the party rules and regulations that says you have the right to bar me from my right to speak —”
“THE DELEGATION FROM TEXAS IS NOT RECOGNIZED —!” shouted Crohn, hammering the gavel some more.
“THIS UNNECESSARY ACTION OF CENSORSHIP AND TOTAL POLITICAL OPAQUENESS —!” shouted the female Texas delegate.
“THE DELEGATION FROM TEXAS —!” shouted Crohn, still hammering the gavel as if she was a rock band drummer.
“THE CONDUCT OF THIS CONVENTION IS COMPLETELY —!” shouted the female Texas delegate.
“THE DELEGATION FROM TEXAS IS —!” shouted Crohn, flailing the gavel down repeatedly with greater savagery.
“COMPLETELY ILLEGAL —!” shouted the female Texas delegate over Crohn and the fracas on the convention floor.
“THE DELEGATION FROM TEXAS IS —!” shouted Crohn even more loudly, flogging the gavel down rapidly instead of merely hammering it.
“— ABSOLUTELY ANTI-CONSTITUTIONAL —!” shouted the female Texas delegate, also far more loudly.
“THE DELEGATION FROM TEXAS IS OUT —!” shouted Crohn, still more loudly, approaching the point of shrieking, and flagellating the gavel.
“AND UN-AMERICAN —!” screamed the female Texas delegate.
“THE DELEGATION FROM TEXAS IS HEREBY EJECTED FROM THIS CONVENTION!” screamed Crohn, as she rapid-fire-horsewhipped the gavel down with fiery rage. “WILL THE SERGEANT-AT-ARMS PLEASE ESCORT THE ENTIRE DELEGATION FROM TEXAS FROM THE CONVENTION!”
Ten Randy Rae security men and women rushed in and seized the entire Texas delegation, and manhandled them all the way to the Exhibit Hall Theater’s exit. Rick walked up to the Latina Texas delegate and tried to get an interview with her, his “Canadian civil sensibilities” kicking in and reminding him that even if the delegate’s politics and his were on diametrically opposite sides of the fence, that no man had the right to rough up the Latina or any other woman. Nor did any woman have the right to rough up women either, directly or by strongman proxy like Crohn did.
“Uh, excuse me. I’m Rick Perry” the Canadian reporter introduced himself to the manhandled Texas delegate, as she was being escorted by one Randy Rae man apiece under each armpit while Crohn rambled on further. “I’m with CTC —”
In the same way that certain security men manhandled famed reporter Dan Rather at another political convention in the 1960s, some Randy Rae men and a blonde butch Randy Rae woman suddenly grabbed Rick and brutally and callously shoved him around without cause, as other Randy Rae security guards were escorting the Texas delegation off the convention floor.
The Randy Rae woman in the pack of hoodlum-security guards, hired by the firm under affirmative action quotas, despite being dishonorably discharged from the US Army, knocked Rick to the floor, then picked Rick up by his lapels to go at him some more.
“WILL YOU TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME?!” Rick shouted, as the Randy Rae woman and a few of her male comrades roughed him up. “WILL YOU TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME?! UNLESS YOU INTEND TO ARREST ME, STOP PUSHING ME AROUND!”
The Randy Rae woman manhandled Rick further as he shouted, “EITHER ARREST ME OR LET ME GO, BUT STOP THIS POLICE BRUTALITY!”
HANDS OFF HIM NOW, YOU JACKBOOTED SLIME-DEVILS,
Khraa/Astra’s telepathically paralyzing voice rang within the abusive Randy Rae security people roughing up Rick, causing all of them to cease and desist.
Rick managed to get up onto his feet, grateful he was still okay.
“Rick,” Lyssa said into Rick’s IFB ear-piece and to the CTC audience watching, her voice laced with anxious concern masked heavily by a media-charmer’s calm, “you were knocked around by a real goon squad down there, if I might say so!”
“Uh…” Rick said, severely winded and chuckling nervously, “as you can see, Lyssa, I was trying to speak with the delegate from Texas as she was being manhandled out of the convention. Some plainclothes security people from the US Secret Service, or Randy Rae or local police — I don’t know who they worked for, Lyssa — but they got out of hand when I tried to talk to the ejected delegate. I got decked good from a woman, allegedly with Randy Rae. I’m okay, though. It’s an occupational hazard for us journalists, as you well know. Dan Rather could relate. Over to you, Lyssa.”
“Thanks, Rick,” Lyssa’s voice said into Rick’s IFB, “for staying in there, trying to surmount the blockage of the free-flow of information from this convention.”
A moment later, in protest of t
he ejection of the Texas delegation and the unlawful barring of a Christian presence at the convention, a humble parade of fifty ethnically diverse evangelical Christian men from many denominational backgrounds slowly walked into the Exhibit Hall Theater and paraded across the convention floor singing “Jesus Loves Me”, which stirred the hearts of many who reluctantly remembered the child-like Christian song.
Crohn, on Stanton’s orders via her IFB, texted the convention’s audio technicians to play a pre-recorded wailing gospel-blues same-key rendition of “We Shall Overcome” to drown out the acapella Christian children’s hymn sung by the Christian men.
“We Shall Overcome” temporarily drowned out “Jesus Loves Me”, but this only emboldened the Christian men who walked across the floor to sing more loudly. This prompted Crohn to take further action by texting to the on-site head of the Randy Rae security team to send in their plainclothes guards to brutally break up the pro-Christian parade, until the miniaturized Khraa/Astra telepathically scolded the guards, Hands off the Christians. NOW!
As Khraa/Astra implanted suggestions of severe guilt into the security people’s minds, she also telepathically shut down the audio systems. The guards backed off.
Crohn was outraged to no end, as every plainclothes officer and Randy Rae employee broke down and cried as the Christian men kept singing until they finished with their gentle childlike hymn and peaceably exited the convention. Most delegates seriously doubted the pre-brokering of the convention, while a nervous Mephistula/Stanton watched from her VIP room.
BRIDGE OF HRMKS SKANDARIO, DOCK-PORT SECTOR 4
KFS GOXLER, NEO-LABREAU PROVINCE, KANNATIKA
(LIGHT-EONS FROM EARTH)
14 JULY 23:30 COORDINATED UNIVERSAL TIME (EARTH-TIME)