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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Professor Boris Kamara Rakoczy

   My name is Professor Boris Kamara Rakoczy. Professor Boris for short. I am head of Supernatural Studies at the Eötvös Loránd University in Hungary. A prestigious Paranormal Research University based in Budapest since 1635. Being a non-believer of the supernatural myself and studying the phenomenon of the paranormal is a double edge sword, even in today's world. You would think by now that even the most rural of Hungarian would be educated enough to stop believing in such fantasy creatures like Vampires, Witches, or Ghosts. But then I would be out of a job.
   I no longer teach the history and folklore of the old Hungarian culture at the school. My job now consists mostly of debunking what people believe are haunting them. My grant money is paid directly to the University by the Hungarian Government to finally put an end to Witch burning, ritual Vampire burials, and Ghostly visitations. Bringing the Hungarian people into the 21st Century instead of our countrymen belonging to the 16th Century.
   It is easy to stop a village from burning a suspected Witch if I reach the crime scene in time. I can prove that the mass hysteria the villagers are experiencing over seeing flying creatures is due to the town's Baker. Scrapping off the mold from his old bread does not completely clean the bread. What the Baker does not know is, the colorful mold he sees on the surface of food is just the tip of what is going on inside bread. He is trying to make a profit and the villagers pay by their hallucinations.
   When one of the many elderly secluded backwoodsmen apparently die suddenly and there is a rash of children waking up in the morning with small looking bite marks afterwards, it is not because the woodsman is rising from the grave in the middle of the night to feed on sleeping kids. I can prove that bed bugs are passed along through the school system from one child to the next.
   As far as phantom spirits go, it could be something as simple as having great eyesight on a very clear and bright day and a person sees for the first time the little microbes swimming on the fluid covering their eyes. Before microscopes, people were actually executed for seeing these microbes on their eyeballs.
   Ghost are usually the easiest to debunk with the local villagers.
   But not this time.
   I saw one myself!
   I am in the town of Kiskunfélegyháza where I have witnessed my first true sighting.
   My mentor, Professor Liechtenstein, told me he witnessed a ghost phenomenon back when he first started. He said the only way someone has ever seen a real ghost is by the lack of clothing on the specter.
   We have all seen the pictures of supposed ghost, the way movies depict ghost, and the way writers describe a ghost to their readers. But according to Professor Liechtenstein, the clothing a person dies in does not pass on to the next realm with the deceased. When we die, our spirit leaves behind all worldly possessions.
   So it was quite the shock when I saw a female strolling along the river in her birthday suite.
   I do not know what I am going to say to my superiors. They will think I have gone mad.
   My next step is to track the specter the first chance I get and see where it leads me.
   I will continue this correspondence once I have further evidence.
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This is,
Professor Boris Kamara Rakoczy Telling You To Stay Tuned
By Jim Hauenstein


 And,

“Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.”
- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle -


That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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