After my balls were empty I kissed Abigail goodbye.
She fixed her glasses and responded "I've never been taken like that before. I guess it is true what they say about foreskin owners."
I had emptied about a bucket or so inside of her. Nothing could match the superiority and sensitivity of a non-mutilated cock. She could barely stand.
Her clothes hanging off her, the supply room totally trashed; future artists would create marble statues of this moment entitled 'the taking of a Jewish Goddess' and many would kvetch.
"Use the G7 stairwell to get to where you need to go. I love you American Nigger Hunter X!"
"Cool" I said as I exited the supply room.
I couldn't look back, I couldn't say anything else, I had a mission to complete. Love was a sacrifice I couldn't make. I had promised I would come back to her when this was all over, but how many promises had I made in life? And how many had I upheld?
...
I found Detective Blackman snooping around the complex. He looked like he had been up to no good.
I grabbed him by the labcoat as I shouted "You're not Levi Shekelsberg! You're Detective Blackman! Remember damn it! REMEMBER!!!" as I shook him violently.
He punched me "What the fuck man?"
"You're name is Detective Blackman! You are not Jewish! You have foreskin!" I tried desperately to explain.
He looked at me like I was insane before saying "I know... ehhh.... so you actually thought you were Samuel Shekelstein?"
"Of course not! I was just pretending to be undercover" I lied.
"Are you okay?"
"Of course I am! And I got a key thanks to my undercover skills... I was just checking to make sure you weren't confused from being in such deep cover. I've heard it happens..."
I told Detective Blackman about the keycard, and spent an inordinate amount of time explaining how I got it by smashing Abigail seven ways to Sunday. I normally never kiss and tell, but I thought it might be important to the mission, and I didn't want Detective Blackman to think I was withholding anything from him.
"Are you sure she can be trusted?"
"My empty balls say yes."
The empty ball method was the only effective way to gauge a woman; otherwise one's mind would be clouded with thoughts of emptying your balls.
Just then, an alarm system activated. I could hear the voice of Abigail over the electro-acoustic transducer tannoy saying that there were intruders, and that they had killed Dr Shekelsberg and Dr Shekelstein.
"Oh shit! We need to get to the G7 stairwell!"
"You sure it ain't a trap?"
"What choice do we have?"
"I've already scouted out the complex. This way!" Detective Blackman said as he ran down the hallway.
We ran through the complex, pushing any Qui Continuum we encountered onto the ground.
"Oy vey!" they shouted in protest.
Eventually they realized we were the intruders. Perhaps all the running and shoving gave us away.
"It should be right around this corner!" Detective Blackman said, arms pumping as he ran.
As we slid around the corner like Tom Cruise in Risky Business, our hopes of escape were dashed. A riot squad of the Qui Continuum stood between us and the G7 stairwell.
They were wearing futuristic power armour and angrily shouting "QUI!? QUI!? QUI!?" to try and demoralize us.
"We're going to have to fight our way through them!" I said, opening my lab coat, hands hovering over my cross weaponry.
Suddenly the ground started to shake. It sounded like an entire legion marching towards us from behind. There was no way we would be able to win this fight with our rears exposed.
Detective Blackman gave me a cheeky look as he said "Don't worry, while you were fucking around, so was I."
From behind us, an army of Alex Jones clones emerged. Detective Blackman had been messing around in the cloning labs and had raised an army.
"You're in the wrong neighbourhood Globalist!"
They all said in sync as they charged the Qui Continuum.
The sheer number of Alex Jones overwhelmed the Qui Continuum. Alex Jones by himself was a beast of a man, but an entire clone army of him was a universal force. As the melee began, we pushed through and made it to the door. I inserted the keycard, and the door opened. A powerful draft pushed us back. It was some sort of air pressure differential. We jumped through full force, slamming the door behind us.
The sound of the Alex Jones clones fighting the Qui continuum abruptly ended.
"Hey I think we are back in Kansas!" Detective Blackman said looking out the stairwell window.
We were back in the Steinbergoldsilverstein Black Cube tower. It looked like we were almost at the very top.
"Is that us?" I said looking out the window down to the ground.
It was hard to tell, but it looked like Detective Blackman and I entering the building in our trench coats from before. Maybe traveling to the orbiting facility and back caused some sort of time dilation or some nerd shite.... I didn't have time to speculate... or maybe I had all the time in the world...
We ditched our lab coats as we ran up the stairwell, and then tried to entered into the top floor penthouse. The door was locked.
"Shhhiiiieeeeet!" Detective Blackman said looking at me.
We began shoulder barging the door, but it was reinforced. After several minutes of attacking the door I had an idea.
"Watch this!" I said as I got out a lockpick.
I spent several minutes or so saying "Almost there..." but the lock wouldn't open.
"Fuck it!" Detective Blackman said as he began shooting the door lock with his dual cross SMGs.
"You've destroyed the lock! I was almost there!" I protested.
Destroying the lock didn't seem to have any effect on the doors locked status.
"Hmmm.... I think I've got it! Christmas has come early!" Detective Blackman said as he took out a holy cross grenade with several sticks of dynamite attached.
As he pulled the pin and placed it beside the door we high fived. This would do it.
"Shouldn't we run!?"
"Ohhh shiiieeet!" Detective Blackman said as we ran and dove down the stairs, explosion behind us.
The explosion was massive and took out the windows. I could feel the strong breeze flowing into the stairwell. An alarm went off.
"Oh fuck! Let's go!" I said peeling myself off the ground, glass shards sticking into my face.
I picked Detective Blackman off the ground and we hobbled up to the door.
The reinforced door remained.
"FUUUUUUUCCCCK!" I shouted.
We began to kick and punch the door. I tried saying "Hadoken!" and various other phrases, but it was ineffective.
"What's that?" Detective Blackman said looking at a keycard reader next to the door marked G7.
The keycard reader no longer looked functional, and I didn't have the keycard with me. I had left behind in the space station. Now that I recalled, Abigail had mentioned I would need the keycard to get up to the penthouse. I guess I hadn't been fully paying attention to her. I mean come on! Why do women have breasts? So you have something to look at when they are talking to you!
"Stand back!" I said as I grabbed my cross necklace and prayed to Jesus.
Just then the sound of a revving engine could be heard. My American made muscle car busted through from the other side of the door, Jesus taking the wheel.
I was sent flying by the impact and landed on top of Detective Blackman.
"Well that's one way to open a door!" Detective Blackman quipped before coughing up blood.
"Let's go my sons!" Jesus said reversing back into the penthouse and parking.
The bottom of the penthouse was a dojo designed for a one hundred man Kumite. There was a hole in the corner floor of the dojo where Jesus had driven the car through. Ornate oriental wooden mahogany stairs led to the second floor.
As we approached the stairs I heard a familiar voice.
"Where do you think you are going NIGGER HUNTER X!?"
It was Rabbi Foreskinstein. He climbed up through the hole, and was followed by the GloboHomo paedo priest.
"You two take the Rabbi, I'll take the usurper!" Jesus commanded.
As we began to circle each other in a game of death, the GloboHomo paedo priest began to drink nigger juice, and all sorts of unholy concoctions.
"Praise the almighty Nigger Faggot Paedo God! Give me your strength St George Floyd!" the paedo priest blasphemed.
The GloboHomo paedo priest suddenly grew three times in size. His muscles bulged to the size of boulders, and any semblance of humanity disappeared. His face became contorted into a GloboHomo monster and only the paedo smirk-grin that all paedos had remained. Jesus ran at the GloboHomo monster and locked hands with it. They stared each other down, locked in mortal combat, power levels exploding, only one could win and succeed the throne of being the Shepherd who would lead the sheep. If the usurper won Christiainty would be about worshiping Niggers and rapefugees, and promoting paedophilia. I wanted to help Jesus, but we had our own battle to win.
"You're a dead man Nigger Hunter X! You've gone too far this time! You're not leaving here with your foreskin intact!" Rabbi Foreskinstein said waving around his Jewish scepter, trying to cast some sort of Jewish magic spell.
"It's American Nigger Hunter X!" I coolly said as I threw a bottle of holy water into the air, then jumped up and did a spinning roundhouse kick, kicking the bottle straight into Rabbi Foreskinstein's face.
As Rabbi Foreskinstein screamed in pain from the holy burns, he stumbled backwards towards a window.
Detective Blackman said "Merry Christmas Rabbi!" as he threw a holy hand grenade at him.
The explosion from the holy grenade sent the Rabbi flying into the window, which cracked.
"Curse you American Nigger Hunter X and Detective Blackman!" he cursed as the window cracks spread.
The window shattered and the Rabbi fell, presumably to his death.
Jesus and the GloboHomo nigger loving paedo false god exchanged blows. Each blow sounded like a wrecking ball crashing into concrete. I could feel the ground shake with each hit exchanged.
"Go upstairs my son! I have this!" Jesus said as he got sent flying across the room and into a pillar.
I watched in shock, but Jesus got up, shaked off the rubble, and then beckoned the GloboHomo creatura. As the creatura charged Jesus, I looked away, and headed up stairs, Detective Blackman at my side.
I belied in Jesus Christ. He wouldn't lose to GloboHomo no matter how many GloboHomo paedo priests that attempted to usurp him. The Synagogue of Satan would never win.
...
As we opened the door, and entered the office, there he was... Big Nose. He was sat there like he was expecting us, and motioned for us to take a seat.
"This thing, called a nation, starts to rot from the top down. Only after World War 1 did this new principle emerge, this principle you call 'National self-determination', which formed as a globe-conquering ideology of unique national identities.
This era of 'the nation state' has been nothing but an era of international lawlessness. It is itself, the nation states which have crippled the legitimacy of this system.
The nation states themselves are not subject to any laws. There is no regulation of violence committed by these individual states, whether perpetrated against other states or their own citizens. The rule of law, democratic systems, and even the market economy are all in doubt. Hopelessness, exhaustion, the dwindling effectiveness of the old ways; these are the thematic forever crises of modern politics all across the world.
Even now, this thing you cling to, your 'Nation State' is becoming obsolete after decades of globalization. Any resurgent sentiment for nationalism is merely a sign of its irreversible decline. Politically, national solipsism is the rule. The masses blame 'our' history, 'our' media, 'our' institutions, 'our' corrupt politicians, and so on... and it is understandable since the modern organs of political consciousness emerged from mass media and mass public education that was born from the 19th century invention of the nation state.
When we discuss politics we only think of what goes on within the nation state, everything else is extraneous, 'foreign affairs', 'international diplomacy'. Despite this new era of global financial and technological integration the masses only look inwards. You consume the same products in every individual nation state, you consume the same resources, you use the same global financial technological systems, you use Google, Amazon, Facebook, but curiously your political life is made of separate stuff and adheres to antiquated views such as borders.
These borderless global corporations have already assumed many functions previously associated with the state, from cartography to surveillance, and now even education and information control. These global entities are the gatekeepers of reality, of context creation.
It's our responsibility as rulers. Just as in genetics, unnecessary information and memory must be filtered out to stimulate the evolution of the species.
This is merely the natural continuation of existing technological processes with the inevitable outcome of algorithmic governance. These systems are without boundaries, antagonist to every level of the nation state. New hi-tech corporate systems will replace all other functions of the state and take over management of all life and resources on this planet and beyond.
This new system of globalized corporate society with its own universal institutions and laws will regulate every aspect of your life.
Revolutionary groups attempt to destroy the nation state from below, but it is regional power destroying it from the top down. As I said before, this thing, called a nation, starts to rot from the top down...
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