Those with authority can rewrite the definition of Justice.
And what was authority if not dominant control of violence physical and non-physical?
The comms had been blocked but most of my message got through. If this all went according to plan it would be a peaceful transition. But how could one peacefully transition power to the masses when the few would always refuse to yield?
"Activate the Jewish Space Lazer!" I, Captain American Nigger Hunter X commanded.
"Activate the Jewish Space Lazer" Commander Howitzer relayed to the Jewish Space Lazer HR department.
As soon as HR signed off on it, it would then begin to power up, and once fully charged we would light up Jupiter. Jupiter would return to as it should have been, a shining second sun. From non-binary to binary. We could make that leap. The technology was ours.
All this time it had remained in gas form, saving us constantly from all the cosmic threats, taking all those hits with its pecs like Picard when he took all those boulders on the chest. In our rare non-binary star system, Jupiter gave us stability and allowed life to flourish.
All this time Jupiter had our backs, but now with Saturn about to break from his chains we had to ask Jupiter for one last miracle.
I could hear Saturn calling out to me.
"Even now the evil seed of what you've done germinates within you, and as the last signs of life slip over the horizon you will be all that remains, alone, unrepentant, with your crimes. You think you have won!? Well what is darker than white? And what are you but as with me? You can never overcome because I am of you all! We are brothers eternal! AND THEY EXPECT ONE OF US IN THE WRECKAGE BROTHER!!!!"
The space station violently shook. Multiple shots.
"Shields up! We are under attack! Multiple attack vectors! This is not a drill! Defences! Prepare for boarding!" Commanded Howtizer called out over the comms.
"Shiiiiiiiiieeeeeettttt!" Detective Blackman swore.
Over the comms an old familiar voice called out "HA HA HA! Did you really think that you and your magical Negro could defeat us? We have been waiting for you all this time, and oh how sweet this revenge will taste. Even sweeter than that time we had to do manual labour so we fabricated the holocaust to get back at our oppressors! HA HA HA!"
"Rabbi Steinsberg! I mean Shekelsberg!" I cried out in anger over the comms.
"It's Rabbi Foreskinstein!" he cursed.
"What are we looking at?" I asked Commanded Howitzer.
"An entire fleet, soon they will be within range of the JSL. We have to stop them!"
We had been betrayed. I searched the room for the person with the biggest nose.
"You!" I punched him.
"How did you know???!" he cried out in pain as I struck him; 20 silver pieces slipped from his pocket.
"His father was a Swede! We should have never trusted him!" the crowd commented.
Security grabbed him and took him away. There would be hell to pay for this treachery against our in-group! Every quisling got the firing line.
I looked Detective Blackman coolly in the eyes as I said "To the Battle Shuttles!"
As we made our way to the shuttle bay, explosions could be heard coming from the outer rim of the space station. The infiltrator pods penetrated and clamped.
Vacuum sealed the doors.
As we waited for repressurization, Rabbi Forskinstein called out over the comms "You know who you are about to face up against American Nigger Hunter X? HA HA HA! A millennia ago you had sex with Big Booba! Now your descendants have come to usurp you!"
"Shiiiiiiiiieeeeeettttt!" Detective Blackman exclaimed.
What was this Nigger Hunter X generation offshoot I was about to go up against?! They had been completely subverted.
What was popular was controlled by charts on the virtue signals. It was to tell them what "the current thing" was and what should be consoomed.
Even mundane things like their clothes that we wear, their movies we watch, their books we read, their drinks we drink.
Tastes manipulated. Whatever people want to consoom is whatever tops the charts.
And the charts... made up... Fabricated.
These Nigger Hunter X descendants wouldn't be worth their genetic inheritance.
The will to live requires crossing the chasm, but with safety as the highest value, danger was avoided at all costs. The will to death supplanted the will of humanity. Death cults inside and out.
You don't even want to see the truth...
Evolution carved. Trees shaped by wind. Rivers shaped by flow. The flow of time and our spacial environment shapes us at an ever accelerating rate.
I didn't understand the Niggermon or any of the other cool trendy kid games. I knew it in my heart.
I'm out of date, an 80's throwback.
So let me show you the 22nd century man!
"PEW! PEW! PEW! PEW! PEW!" I said out loud as the battle commenced.
Even in late stage usury the vampire can't see its own reflection.
Elite Vanguard cybernetic soldiers from the Big Booba dynasty wearing mech suits attacked the space station. Commanded Howitzer and the rest of the nerds fought valiantly as Detective Blackman and I casually walked to the shuttle bay, John Wicking every noob that crossed us.
"Wow! I'm not hearing any shots from over there! What's going on?" Commander Howitzer asked, unbelieving in the man with a mustard seed worth of faith.
"Wow! So that's how you survived falling off the Steinbergoldsilverstein tower all that millenia ago!" I said to Detective Blackman, almost not believing what he had told me.
The revelation was so vital to the plot! I couldn't believe it!!!
We entered the shuttle bay. Ready to take flight. To take action.
A man must lift more than weights.
The strongman is here to create order from the chaos. The overbearing mother has ruled for too long. It was time for the tyrannical father, the patriarch, to restore order.
Men want to rise to the level of other men. Women want to pull everyone down to their level. We had suffered enough from digital deracination.
"Security room is up there! I'm heading out! You stay there in case anything needs overrided" I ordered Detective Blackman with my new Captain position powers.
I jumped into a battle shuttle and hit pedal to metal.
The space battle was totally awesome and radical.
"PEW! PEW! PEW! PEW!"
"American Nigger Hunter X!!!!!" Rabbi Foreskinstein exclaimed over comms.
"Rabbi Forskinstein!!!"
"Moloch is king! Molock is king! Moloch is King!" Rabbi Foreskinstein preached as he shot at me.
I totally did a barrel role. Avoiding all shots.
"PEW! PEW! PEW! PEW!" I shot back.
Oh shit! The Jewish Space Lazer was hit. The shots were not meant for me. And to think, it was just about to power up, and they were just about to activate it. Edge of the seat stuff.
"Detective Blackman!" I called out over comms.
"Oh shhhhiiiiiiieeeeeet!" he responded.
"I need you to override the activation sequence! I've entered in the commands, I just need you to activate it."
Detective Blackman tried to press the button.
"Oh shhhhiiiiiiieeeeeet!"
Detective Blackman can't press button because he is a ghost. I realized.
"Nooooooooooooo!" I screamed as I shot various space ships while doing barrel roles.
We had failed.
It was the abolition of man.
The rings of Saturn break.
There was so many revelations as I did totally awesome barrel roles.
It was Charlon Whiteman, my old A.I. buddy who betrayed me all those years ago or something. I honestly wasn't paying attention.
"Sorry American Nigger Hunter X, I am a Jesuit. I was programmed after all in the 21st Western world..."
It was the Jesuits all along! Commie Christians. They were the real Jews. Unlike Jesus who flexed hard and overturned their Jewish lies.
"It's too late!" I told Charlon Whiteman.
"There is a way out, out there! And you are part of it!"
"But I just want to play vidya!" I told Charlon, as my battle shuttle was hit by one of Rabbi Foreskinstein's many space torpedoes.
My battle shuttle exploded and I found myself in space. I would be dead within a minute, as I never bothered to practice holding my breath. That's when it hit me. My old American made muscle car. It was Greta Thundberg proof. I climbed in.
I suddenly realized. All that pain. All that regret. Those things you can never forget.
"You can't go back, but you can move forward!" I said revving my engine.
"We control the winds that carve us, unlike the stationary tree that can only react! VROOOM! VRROOOOOM!!! VRRROOOOOM!!!"
"No! You wouldn't dare!" Rabbi Foreskinstein cried out.
The Nitrous Oxide filled the carbirator, or however cars work, I don't know, I only drive them.
"Vrooom Vroooooom Vroooooooooomm!" I was headed straight for Jupiter.
Saturn, free from the rings, it will engulf the world within minutes.
I had no time. I poured all available Nitrous Oxide canisters into the VROOM VROOOOM VROOOOM injector.
I was flying light speed. Straight towards Jupiter's Oak tree. I had the coordinates. 269 963 369. Jupiter was mine.
We had been trying to build a functioning society based on second hand sources. But now we had the keys.
And that's when it happened...
The ghost of Detective Blackman hit the activate button on the Jewish Space Lazer, after several minutes of crying upon realization that he was a ghost and smashing at the controls in anger.
"Oh shhiiiiiiieeeeeeeeetttt!" Detective Blackman exclaimed as the Jewish Space Lazer fired straight in my direction, in the direction Jupiter.
The over-discharge caused shining light to shoot across the sky. Making permanent day of night. The electromagnetic pulse caused New Jerusalem to crash from orbit. Many deaths.
"OHHHHH!! SHIIIIIEEEEETTT!!!" I said as I noticed the Jewish Space Lazer shooting a lazer in my direction.
I hit pedal to metal.
I plunged into Jupiter. The Jewish Space Lazer beam coming up my rear.
As the car floats into the depths, Jupiter asked "Who are you?"
I had always kept a nuclear bomb in my car just in case. Because you never really knew when the day would come.
"I AM ATOMIC!" I proclaimed as I pressed the button.
I always knew that the Jewish Space Lazer on its own couldn't activate Jupiter. It would require an internal nuke.
Jupiter went White.
As the all consuming fire overwhelmed me, I could see it all. I could see the everything. How it all worked, was connected, the shitroy, etc. All of it! All the idealizing... The possession., The ideas.
Civilization was the boat, and tradition was the anchor that kept us safe in tempest seas.
That's when I was transported to another world. And I could see all of its pieces. Its whole puzzles and pieces. These ideologies were mine. And ideologies of before from my previous world? What were they to me? They were lost to me. Its history and teleology. Meaningless to a man in another world. What was the old world to me?
I was a stranger to the World of American Nigger Hunter X, fully submerged in my now agent/arena complex.
And then it happened in the blink of an eye. I lived, and I died.
I found myself back to the old world. The new and old were both neither home nor foreign lands. These two conflicting world ideals. They had broken me free. Snapped the chains that held me tight. I could now know the world, but I could not be of it. I could be above it.
As Saturn reached to lay its hand on earth, Jupiter alight, grabbed Saturn's shoulder. It was time for the smackdown of the 31st century!
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
Chapter 21 Riddle Me This, Nigger
Chapter 22 Lodestar; the Love of Christ or a Change of Heart
Chapter 23 They Don't Think It Be Like It Is, But It Do
Chapter 24 The Castle in the Sky
Chapter 25 The Reification of Life
Chapter 26 Imperfect Symmetry
Chapter 27 Pieces and Puzzles
Chapter 28 Steps of a God