Bond-Haven

A Story by Abishai100

A tale of 'James Bond' romance and danger; set in capitalism-matrix for 'real' post-9/11 era distance.

A James Bond inspired 'faerie-tale' which I think is pretty cool! Thanks for reading,

----

====

The great portraits of England's grand empire-monarchy re-presented my fascination with social ideations of governance and the ethos of human life. However, I decided to become James Bond.

I studied in the Ivy League (United States) and applied cognition-studies of capitalism systems decision-making modeling (game-theory) to dissect the modern complex global labyrinth of blood-diamond (Sierra Leone) traffic stretching between British Columbia (North America) and Northern Ireland (United Kingdom).

I've family heritage ties to the Indian/Algerian anticolonial governance-economics minded movements in Algeria/India and applied these understandings to political decision-making modeling when I took an Interpol-office(s) relations position in sectarian Northern Ireland (United Kingdom).

"The complex facets of governance-IQ and leadership-consciousness facilitates economics pyramids for customs" (My-Thesis).

I worked as James Bond. I'm a blood-diamond(s) operator in Belfast and destabilizing smuggler-vehicle traffic tied to Northern Ireland bank safe-boxes/stores threatening overground affirmative-action employment assistance policy talks catering to the Irish-Catholic underemployed under-class and creating angst between the IRA and the UVF in the streets where children play/learn!

As co-captain of FOH, I, James Bond (Amlan Satan), was part of the destruction of three 'munitions-parts trucks' riding into a corrupted British police-military barracks hiding blood-diamonds from Sierra Leone. The Post called it a 'highlight' in the storyboards of Euro-capitalism.

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption threatens the world gem-exchange(s) and makes terrorism woe!

I've got to wander around sectarian Belfast and 'make-friends' with the young men of Northern Ireland (Catholics-Protestants), those who may be the underemployed underclass Catholics or the frustrated and furious Protestant yuppie-class. I've got to look like a foreign/Algerian 'photojournalist' to look assimilative into the 'sociocognitive traffic' of modern-day United Kingdom.

"Let he who finds terror and economics-driven peace talks destroyed by piracy pray to Christ for the deliverance" (Prayer).

During my misadventures in the prayers for antipiracy deliverance for improved relations between Sinn Fein and Parliament in the United Kingdom and the interception of intercontinental gem-smuggling (Aer Lingus) into British Columbia, I've had to engage with economics 'sages' and some have been women. These women remind me of the 'human' value of the mission to end piracy 'in-the-name' of modernism 'academic' photojournalism for street-peace.

There's no 'cost' to piracy, but there's a real modern cost to piracy in sectarian areas as well as continental areas of transit-value such as British Columbia, so these 'sage-women' who've served me information have become my special 'social-media faeries' for this capitalism crusade in this post-9/11 era of Facebook-imagination!

INTERPOL: The assistance of Western police-military axes complement the 'James Bond' work of diamond(s)-IQ (Derry).

THE POST: A 'stranger' walked into our Derry-Bank and Belfast-bonds store(s) with theater-stunt for photographed gem-swap.

I had to 'borrow' a Belfast (Northern Ireland) bus in the street and parked it in front of the building of safe-boxes where a Dutch baron tied to Euronext was 'hiding' Sierra Leone rocks for some Cobra-funding (unknown).

THE POST: Another 'faerie-tale' involving a bus-riding circus-performer who took diamonds-photos but left glass-animal toys!

BARON GOLDFINGER: I dunno who this 'James Bond' is and don't care if he's 'real' but do care about antipiracy press!

There's so many fat-cats these days who remind us why juveniles follow Guns-n-Roses songs about super-criminals/psychos, so being James Bond won't necessarily curry you street-favors, but sometimes these gross evil 'dudes' have beautiful daughter-damsels requiring special 'overground' rescue(s).

This work is extremely tiring. Someday, I'll write a novel titled Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, and I think it will highlight my encounter(s) with the beautiful 'Bond-girls' (faeries!) who've made my otherwise 'dark mission' feel more novel-and-democrat.

GIRLFRIEND: I've been an Aer Lingus stewardess; I feel sympathy for those working as real-life diamond-smuggling heroes.

Maybe what I really 'do' involves the 'cyber-journalism' wed to modern capitalism-IQ dissection, the work of doctorates and political cartoons, but I'm to cast myself as a veiled/costumed vigilante-operator with Interpol-office(s) relations and seek to reach those drowning 'Bond-girls' who simply have no police-complement to the street-demons out there today. That's real.

Exchanging a Belfast (Northern Ireland, UK) bearer-bond with a teller-daughter of a major Euro-investor led to a smalltime courtship that gave me my first daughter (Ezzy) whom I taught the 'lessons' of capitalism investment(s) regarding records of real bank toys.

GIRLFRIEND: He left me this 'funny' comic-book, and I'm to 'think' the simple message is one of street-IQ.

Ezzy is everything to me (now). I'm thinking I'll find a nice-and-simple girl (United States) to make her a godmother of some kind. Perhaps I'll start my novel (finally). What I do know is that capitalism-IQ at least afforded me this 'gift' of life.