Systemic Satanism ruled the air, like a thick poisonous smog, choking our communities, our ways of living, our culture and the psychotechnologies they imparted onto us... the maps to our freedom, unknown to us. How could we have known? How could we have thought to think!?
We had mouths but we couldn't scream.
We had been censored.
We couldn't scream if we wanted to, we didn't have the necessary scripts. It had been culturally flattened out of us through the process of Global Homogenization(GloboHomo). The world was plastic. It wasn't real. We were living in a dream world that had slowly drifted like a boat on a still lake caught by a gentle breeze, into a nightmarish rock tide. That slow creep of progress to the point of shipwreck. We were the children's children of those washed onto the rocky shore of the future perfect, the godless world. And what did we know of the past? Did we know of the barbarian hordes invading civilization and leading to its collapse? Could we have seen the repeating pattern throughout history had we access to that knowledge? So many questions about the past, present, future filled my now open mind.
Even the Joker DVD concurred with the Holy Bible and the historical records of the before times from the Pepe Alamanac.
Joker: "Knock knock! Who's there? It's the Jewish people ma'am! We've subverted your country and filled it with niggers"
"Babe! I can't believe you found this stuff! I thought our Jewish masters were the victims! This is like so random babe! So not eazee! I thought those Negroids built civilization!" Dawn said melting into the chair.
It was hard to believe, but the wild wandering tribes of destructive Negroids did not build civilization. All our life we had been lied to. Tyrone N' Darius was not the first man on the moon. I could not believe it! I even had the space poster by my bunk of the Apollo Brothers Mission to the Moon(™). It was all fake propaganda. And it got me! It got me good! But now I could see! Thanks to the rare Pepes, Joker, and the Holy Bible.
It was like that film the Matrax in which Neo wakes up realizing the world is controlled by white men, and he had to fight for the blacks. You know, tha bit where he is all like "It's the whites!" and he understands what the matrix is. It was like that. Only instead it was "Wow! It's our Jewish Overlords!"
"Babe! Like what are you gonna do in this so not eazee sitch?" Dawn said, furthering her slumping into the totally comfy chair to show how not eazee the whole sitch was.
"I've got to go to the speaker's square and tell people about the rare Pepes, Joker, and the Holy Bible. It's the only way! I gotta be like Neo and wake up my fellow whites!"
"But baaabbbe! Didn't Neo kill all the whites to save the computer person?"
"Yeah, but this time it's opposite, or maybe trans-horizontalor something... But I Jon Don will do it in the name of Jaysus!"
"Okay! Cool babe! I'll just like chill here with my GoySoma... you know since you don't take yours, someone has to smoke it..."
"It's supposed to be consumed..."
"But baaabbbee! That's no fun!" Dawn said giggling before continuing "And anyway baaabbbe smoking is a form of consumption sillay!"
"I suppose..." I conceded "could you make something for Annabelle? Her shit should end in an hour."
"Yeah! No problem baabbe!"
"Can I have the Joker DVD?"
"Baaabe! I'm not finished!"
"See you babe!" I humbly said as I took the rare Pepes and the Holy Bible.
Dawn was such a babe, but she was also totally not eazee at times despite her seemingly eazee appearance. I would be punishing her later on tonight. Oh boy! You betcha!
...
The market was relatively quiet. I could see Frankie eyeing me up from the down the street. He was bad news, but I knew what I had to do. I looked up to the firmament.
"CHRIST IS KING!" I EXCLAIMED.
The proclamation roared through Jonestown.
"What's going on 'ere?" a villager asked me.
"I have the Holy Bible and rare Pepes!" I said as I handed him a rare pepe and held out the Holy scripture for him to read.
Others watched as the villager murmured the words he read out loud. He looked captivated. After several minutes of reading, he looked back at the Pepe.
"This Pepe speaks the truth! Aye son! Christ is King!" the villager concluded.
"Nonsense! This is vile apostasy against our beloved sponsors!" Goyslop delivery man called out.
It's easy to convince someone he's being fooled right now.
It's neigh impossible to convince someone he's been fooled all his life.
"No! Look!" I said as I started handing out rare Pepes to the crowd "There's also a Joker DVD! But I don't have that with me at the moment."
I could see I was losing them. Their dependence on our sponsors made them weak. If only there was some way to break the control.
"Big brother!" Annabelle called out to me.
She must have been on her way home from her shit. She had such a beautiful voice! That's when the idea hit me. I got her to read from the good book.
I grabbed a box and put Annabelle on top of it.
"It's go time! Jaysus is depending on you!" I told her, reminding her of the sheer weight of the world on her shoulders.
"What!?" Annabelle questioned.
"SSSssshhh!" I said putting my index finger in front of her mouth to shush her.
I then held the Holy Book in front of her, took away my shushing finger, and nodded at her. Her voice was beautiful, like that scene in Superman where he saved the white guy. Superman usually just looked after his hoods and fellow blacks. In one of the cannons his best friend was a white man who had renounced his whiteness and underwent a science experiment to become black, but he then became Ebony and Ivory, one of Superman's greatest foes... a tragic story. Anyway...
An Angel's voice spake;
"Do not fret because of the wicked;
do not be envious of wrongdoers,
for they will soon fade like the grass,
and wither like the green herb.
Trust in the Lord, and do good;
so you will live in the land, and enjoy security.
Take delight in the Lord,
and He will give you the desires of your heart.
Commit your way to the Lord;
trust in Him, and He will act.
He will make your vindication shine like the light,
and the justice of your cause like the noonday."
The crowd cheered, hooted, and hollered. Maybe Christ could save them from their plastic lives of hedonistic highs.
"Jaysus! Christ is King!" they roared.
The proclamation thundered through the atmosphere and into the floating cities of the tribes of Israel.
"Christ is king!" reigned supreme.
The godless shuddered. The synagogue of Satan could feel a tingling on the back of their necks. No doubt their algorithms had picked it up. Even the likes of Frankie had been swayed by the rare Pepes. I could feel a new start emerging. A fresh beginning. It was like a seed exploding into bloom.
Frankie patted me on the back "You know! You're not so bad boy! These Pepes! I tell you! HAHA HA HA!"
"Oh you!" I said, before turning to Annabelle and giving her a smile of approval.
We had done it. I could feel the power of Jaysus emanating all around me. Annabelle smiled, but her her smile suddenly turned to a fearful expression.
Suddenly everything went quiet. I turned around. It was a wandering group of wild Negroids. They were grabbing what they could and taking women.
"How did they get here?" one villager asked.
"I saw them beamed here" another responded.
They were led by their leader Tyrone, my arch-nemesis. The system must have picked up the deviation. The Negroids were here to crush dissent.
I used to have more sisters, but they had all been killed after being taken by the Negroids.
"They must have said the N word" is what we were made to believe.
But even then, I knew that couldn't be true, because no one loved the Negroids more than my older sister. She would never say the word, and and she couldn't anymore because she had been killed all those years ago...
Most of the people in the market scattered. But my fellow Christians stayed.
"Gibs me dat!" he demanded.
It was Tyrone, my arch-nemesis. He was pointing at the Pepes, the Holy bible, and my sister Annabelle.
"No I will not gibs you dat!" I proudly stated.
I wasn't going to take it. I knew the truth now. Tyrone N' Darius was not the first man on the moon. These people did not invent civilization. We did not owe them a damn thing. I was not going to surrender civilization to them anymore. This was my stand.
They would not take my last sister and then claim she said the N word. I knew we could easily take the Negroids. They hunted in packs, and couldn't win one on one battles. They relied on ganging up on individuals to project their power. But now with the amount of Christians here, it would essentially be a one on one battle. The Negroids wouldn't stand a chance.
"Gibs me dat!" he repeated with open palm out.
"No! Get out of here!" I commanded.
The Negroids looked affronted. They weren't used to hearing no for an answer. It was time to educate them; a teaching moment. The men held fast. But then...
Frankie stepped out and took the side of the Negroids "Come on boys! We have to give them what they want! We don't want to anger our sponsors!" he said as he kissed Tyrone's feet.
"He has a point..." some of the men muttered.
The men looked deflated with what the Pepes told me was Nigger fatigue, and the Negroid leader took advantage.
"Gibs" he said as he tried to grab the Pepe out of my hand.
I pushed him back and he fell to the ground. Everyone went silent. You could hear a pin drop.
"Oh my gosh we're so sorry!" Frankie cried, apologizing furiously with his lips smacking against Tyrone's feet...
"Oh no! Now we are going to get it from our sponsors!" the men fretted.
I was ready to fight them all. To overturn the law tables once more. To overcome. But the rest of the men were unsure. They were not rock steady or steadfast. Their resolve for Christ was weak. They were doubting Thomas'.
I got down on my knees.
"Yes! That's right! Apologize! Grovel!" Frankie sheepishly said.
"CHRIST IS KING!" I prayed to the firmament asking for a miracle.
Annabelle read once more from the good book "So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple courts, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables."
Everyone looked at her, as if she had just opened a door that could no longer be closed. God had written the script, and now it had reached their ears. It could not be unheard. They knew what they had to do. But still, the doubt lingered, could they really go up against their sponsors?
A loud trumpet was blown. Everyone flinched as a high pitched noise shrieked through the air. The market radio began to oscillate before tuning into a new frequency.
"CHRIST IS KING! I repeat! CHRIST IS KING!" a voice called out.
"Did you hear that! Christ is king!?" the villagers looked at each other reassuringly "The radio is saying Christ is King so it must be true! The Pepes are right!"
They were doubting Thomas' no longer.
"People of earth! This is American Nigger Hunter X! There is no time to explain. Christ is king! I need you all to say N***** to destroy the system's control. If you all say it, Jerusalem bank loses control over you. It's the only way! Quickly there isn't much time! Do it! Say the word! Oh and I forgot to ment..." the voice ended abruptly and the usual market radio goy programming continued.
Tyrone got up and he looked mad as hell, but my men looked resolute as Heaven's defenders.
I looked Tyrone right in the eye as I said "Riddle me this, Nigger. You know what I love about Niggers?"
"Huh?" Tyrone questioned.
"Nothing!" I exclaimed as I slammed my fist into Tyrone's face.
He fell to the ground, shaking, as he wiped the blood off his face he cried "You canna do dat! Dat racist!"
"Fuck you Nigger!" I riposted.
Jaysus had made a whip out of cords, and I had made a whip out of words. Our intentions were the same, drive them out from the temple courts, scatter their money and overturn their law tables. For their way is not God's way. Jaysus is the way.
All my fellow Christians looked at each other, ready to cross the Rubicon. They knew what they had to do.
They all began to chant "Nigger! Nigger! Nigger!"
Tyrone called out to his men "What is you doing? Get dem!"
It was the beginning of the battle of the century. Us Whites watched the streets, and the Asians watched the rooftops. They called it the Crystal Clear night, because on that night everything was made crystal clear and we all knew who the enemy was and who the golems were that they commanded. We had to kill the bureaucrats (our sponsors) to end this feudalism. But first we had to get past their golems...
Chapter 1 Killing Pride
Chapter 2 Save the Jew Save the World
Chapter 3 Faker Than the Holocaust
Chapter 4 Planet of the Niggers
Chapter 5 Twelve Angry Jews
Chapter 6 One Flew over the Jewcoos Nest
Chapter 7 From My Virtue to My Principles
Chapter 8 Gods of Culture
Chapter 9 The Twin Towers
Chapter 10 Totalitarianism of Compassion
Chapter 11 Day of the Rope
Chapter 12 The Infantilization of Man
Chapter 13 Talmudic Influence on the Polyhedron World
Chapter 14 DIE
Chapter 15 The Usurper
Chapter 16 What a Nation is Built Upon
Chapter 17 Chinese Terminator
Chapter 18 A Simulacrum on a Simulacrum
Chapter 19 Future Perfect; the Godless World
Chapter 20 The Cost of God