"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. A never ending global Weimar.
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...
"You can hardly blame us for knowing and acting upon human nature.
Throughout human history there have only ever been two classes of people; the conditioned and the conditioners. Humanity is nature, meant to be manipulated. We are the end result of that nature; the governing conditioners manipulating the rest of society for long term prosperity.
Our word is the word of God; every politician, scientist, newspaper, and all other 'authorities' all repeat what we tell them to repeat. People think what we want them to think. This isn't merely manufacturing consent or creating context, but building back better, by building a bridge between the failures of national social democracy and the successes of a social credit one party government.
Without our intervention the cataclysm will occur soon. We are merely safeguarding the future by overriding national rule with our global agenda to maintain order. We are delaying entropy, the natural decay and collapse of this idea called the state, and supplanting it with an immutable algorithmic authority. You need us!" Big Nose said before sitting down behind his brown mahogany desk, and taking a fat puff on a cigar.
"Wow! That's a lot of words!" I said.
Detective Blackman looked at him, and then at me, and we both gave that kind of look, where you knew something was off, but you just couldn't figure it out.
"Cool?" Detective Blackman inquired.
They were out of their depth. I, American Nigger Hunter X was a master interrogator from all those Niggers I beat up back in the day when law and order was fashionable.
I could tell Detective Blackman was playing the cool card. It would usually break an opponent down into spilling the beans, but this was no ordinary interrogatee.
I didn't give a Jean Claude Van Damn about his grand plans, or mad schemes to implement thinly veiled communism and copy the Judeao-China model. All his grand claims of Globalist successes were consoomerist bugman things, but I was not a bugman. His appeals to bugman consoomerism would not work on me. Bugmen were the perfect citizen. They only consoomed. Their life revolved around consoomption. These bugmen with easy lives get mental issues and to compensate for that they invent issues which they then can solve. It's a coping mechanism to deal with feelings of internal worthlessness. It's why they crave the next "Big Thing!" they are told to care about. GloboHomo pushes for more mental illness. It craves the internally worthless. I could feel so much power flowing from within me.
I looked Big Nose right in his dark Jewish beady eyes framed by his thick Jewish eyebrows as I said "I HATE THE ANTI-CHRIST!!!!!!!!!"
I honestly just thought I would walk in here and beat him up. But here he was, talking about the nation state, and system dynamics, and artificial intelligence based algorithmic governance. Total nerd shit. I didn't need any of that.
"All I need is my guns, my flag, my grilling, my booze, my family, and my friends, because that is what a nation is built upon!!!!"
These GloboHomo bullshitters will never see through their own bullshit, they will always rationalize like the total nerds they are, appealing to virtue, while being unfit to lead, unfit to claim legitimacy to any virtue or any semblance of real authority.
Real men rage with testosterone, revolutions and civilizations are powered by testosterone. Men are the wrecking ball and the work horse. GloboHomo can never see the way of the overman. The perpetual overcoming. The constant rising and usurping of that which came before. No matter their plans. No matter their research. They can never control man. Real man is not the techno-bureaucrat bugman or a unit of economic work. Real man is the gun tooting, muscle shooting, powerhouse animal.
Big Nose leaned back pushing out his chest, as he said "Huh! It is our job as rulers to redistribute resources according to the algorithm. You don't see it, but the problem arises from lack of equality between people and 'peoples'. Some are better at gathering resources, innovating, building, creating, and we have to keep these people down for the stability of the globe. If we don't act now they might directly become a challenge to our new system, whether through actualizing as a direct threat, or via indirect system instability through jealously arising from unequal distribution of resources between groups.
I looked at Big Nose dumbfounded.
"Imagine if the bad guy won at the end of the movie, well you live in that world. Most governments, most institutions are run by international gangsters or just general criminals. Only through globalization can we reign in on this lawlessness. A one world government under a social credit system will save us from ourselves. Humans are after all, chained by impulse, captured by desire, and most often work against their own interests. They are cattle awaiting their shepherd. It is nature. Your impulse of a nation state and desire for national sovereignty is a passing evolutionary convulsion. Our rule as the conditioners over the conditioned is an evolutionary tool. It is nature. It is natural order.
I looked Detective Blackman in the eye. We were both getting tired of the pilpulling bullshit.
No matter what way you look at it, these elites were merely mob characters. There were mobs above and mobs below. Rich mob, poor mob. It didn't matter. They were all merely following script imparted onto them by memetics and genetic influences. If Big Nose was to die, another Big Nose would just replace him, and if there were no Big Noses, the processes of cultural degeneration would continue with or without them.
Evolution is based on most animals only living 30% of their total lifespan. Ageing occurs as the processes that get us to this point continue, and eventually start to degrade us. Death is not evolved, but occurs through a system playing itself out to its limited conclusion.
Civilization in turn is born and dies generally around 340 years later on average. We probably design civilizations unknowingly to exist at peak for 30% of its lifespan. We don't think of the degradation processes that occur over time, such as with allowing usury; or how the population can transform from G.I. Joe generation to Tranny Low T generation. Our culture is a fractal reflection of our genetics. It plays out towards death and destruction, perhaps as a means of creative-destruction, or perhaps blindly due to only having to have planned for 30% of the lifespan to carry itself into the future beyond its eventual demise.
Culture was an offloading of genetic information into the memetic; a compression of data. Through various self-organizing dynamical systems interacting an emergent phenomenon called "Consciousness" emerged, and through these consciousnesses interacting memetically a meta-consciousness emerged; a cultural zeitgeist. Memetics gave us writing, which in turn boosted our second order thinking capabilities. We now had all the data, we knew what was up. This was all old hat.
The people who began this great experiment called the United States of America were not Tranny LGBT Soup people and rainbow bugmen. Strong men create good times, good times create weak men, weak men create bad times.
Big Nose was not the problem, he was merely an artifact of a society which wasn't strong enough to say no to cultural degeneration; functional-culture is the backbone of a healthy society. All he did was profit from it and accelerated the trends. Due to the somewhat inbreeding of Jews, certain groups have a very high rate of dysgenics. 82% of human genes are expressed in the brain. The higher your dysgenics the more prone you will be to trannyism and other dysgenic ways of thinking, such as favouring an out-group towards your in-group.
Of course Big Nose was here in front of me saying all this techno nerd shit. I could see right through him. His dysgenics made him, and his culture crafted him into this malthusian transhumanist virtue feely garbage pilpuler. And the modern priest class, the figureheads, the talking heads, and all that he owned speaked his garbage on behalf of him, and so it accelerated the trend of these maladaptive ideas, and reinforced them as the norm; a negative feedback loop of decay. Culture flows in all directions but is mostly driven by top down mechanics. Satan himself used memetic memes to erode the souls of unsuspecting normal people who did not realize they were bathing in a culture far outside of the norm. They live the New truth, Truth as a democracy. Not as a fact.
There was only the devil. The demon that possesses us all. Only through the grace of Christ can we be saved.
"I hate the anti-christ!" I slapped myself in the face and looked around. Everything I was thinking. How did I know that? This was old hat. I already knew all of this. I had been here before? Was this deja vu?
As I was lost in thought about my deja vu and strange experiences, Big Nose was continuing his grandiose pilpulling.
"The Goyim don't even know what earth looks like. The maps are incorrect, and even the pictures NASA show you are fake." he said throwing a bunch of NASA earth photos in front of us "Take a look. Notice how the continents change shape and sizes in different official NASA photos taken from space. Computer generated by technology 50 years ahead of the time. That's how we stay ahead of the curve. We had lazer technology in the 50s but publicly it didn't exist until the 80s."
"Are you done?" I questioned, hoping to end the pilpulling.
At this point Big Nose could tell his Jewish tricks weren't working on us. He began to sweat most Jewishly. What he said next was major cope.
"Multiverse all around us! Anything is possible! Think about it! Cern launched the Large Hadron Collider before Trump won! The World Economic Forum! Cern! Do you really think Klaus Scwab is from this universe? He is the will to power of both the eternal German and the eternal Jew. Free will is an illusion! We are part of history, we are the caretakers, we manage the McBurgers history! Think of the McBurgers!"
Big Nose got down on his knees as his pilpulling reached over 9000.
"Think of the McBurgers!" he repeated.
Detective Blackman and I took out McBurgers' Chicken Nuggets from our pockets, and began snacking on them to quench our McBurgers' thirst. We had come prepared. Jewish tricks wouldn't work on us.
Suddenly I felt such elegance. Jesus appeared.
"It's over Big Nose! I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich) and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan."
"But how!? We removed you from the world!" Big Nose said visibly sweating most Jewishly.
"Leave us" Jesus commanded.
Jesus began to speak to Big Nose in ancient Aramaic. It was as if they knew each other. I suddenly remembered my space question I had for Jesus.
"Wow! Jesus before that, I have this really important question. Is it adultery if I totally do a babe who isn't my wife, but I'm not even on earth at the time?"
Jesus smiled "Give unto an earth marriage, that which is earth marriage".
"Wow!" I pondered as I left the room with Detective Blackman.
We entered into a private office with roof access. I wasn't sure if I had messed up with my marriage after my encounter with that Jewess babe I totally did in space earlier. I had already forgotten her name. Maybe marriage was beyond earthly domains, maybe it was spiritual in a place beyond time and space.
"I better radio this development!" Detective Blackman said as he exited to the roof.
We gave a look to each other, knowing that we had done it! It would soon be over, and there would be big parades for us!
I sat in a comfy chair and tried to listen in on the conversation next door, but I heard someone rustling in the closet. I investigated and opened the walk-in closet door.
"Big Booba!"
She came out of the closet and began unbuttoning her tight shirt that barely held her massive breasts in.
"What are you doing? I am married?!" I protested as she pushed me onto the comfy chair.
"SSSSSssssshhhhh!" she said as she sat on my lap lifting her bra and smothering me with her breasts.
"NNNNNNNNNnnnooooooooOOOOOOO!!!!" I tried to scream, but it just came off like I was motor boating her.
She unzipped my pants, and sat on my stiff erect cock.
I motor boated in protest, but found myself unable to move. That's when I realized it.
I had never looked at Big Booba's face before. Her nose!!!!!
"You're working with them!" I motor boated.
As we came together like Hitler and Anne Frank, the roof of the building exploded open. The roof collapsed all around us, and some walls fell down. I could see Jesus through a massive hole in the wall.
I suddenly had the strength to resist. I pushed Big Booba off and stumbled towards the remains of the door.
She laughed maniacally, like she had won. She had stolen my precious sperm. She was probably going to murder-abort my child as a sacrifice to Moloch as was popular. How would I explain this case of adultery to Jesus?
As I tried to open the door, it fell apart. I looked into the next room, and what I saw amazed me.
I saw Big Nose on his knees crying with forgiveness. The eternal cycle had been broken. Jesus had done it!
"Hey! What's with all the radiant light melting away at reality?" I asked.
Oh shit! Jesus was starting the rapture. I had just been implicated in adultery. I would not be taken. Oh shit oh shit oh shit! Was this Big Booba's plan all along? I had to think fast. If I wasn't going to be raptured, then no one should be raptured. I had done so much for the world. They could all do me this solid. But I needed a way to stop it!
Time travel! If I had time travel I could think of a way to stop this!
But I didn't have a time machine!
But I could make one at any point and then come back!
But I didn't know how to make one!
I could easily send myself the blueprints of the time machine back in time with notes on what nerd to give them to! Suddenly out of nowhere a muscled up wrestler appeared. It was Macho Man, Randy Savage!
Of course! My plan was working perfectly.
As Randy Savage struck Jesus, an immovable force met an unstoppable force. But Jesus gave way, as he had done so before. The radiant light eating away at reality stopped, and the world became as it was before.
Jesus lay there bleeding on the ground, dying once more for our sins.
Jesus joked "Heaven isn't a destination. It's the journey you make through hell and the friends you make along the way."
Just then Big Nose got up and laughed "My fingers were crossed! I'm not sorry at all for my ways!" he said as he laughed and ran to the roof.
I could hear a helicopter approaching and 80s music.
"Save him!" Jesus implored, "and remember American Nigger Hunter X, people are children when it comes to love".
Jesus turned into light and vanished towards the sky.
I ran towards the roof. 80s music playing. Detective Blackman had went up their earlier to radio in to our team. Big Nose wasn't going to escape. I gripped my .42 Magnum as I ran through the office where I had totally just done Big Booba, and made my way outside and up the stairwell towards the roof.
The wind blew furiously. I could see the helicopter flying overhead, ready to land. Big Nose in the distance holding a heavy SMG.
Out from behind some air vents emerged Big Booba, she was holding Detective Blackman at gunpoint!
I aimed my .42 Magnum.
"Don't try anything funny, and then you and your partner can go!" Big Nose explained.
I couldn't believe it. Out from behind another air vent emerged the homo paedo priest. Even after his battle with Jesus, all the Nigger juice was keeping him alive. He drank it furiously, his muscles waning and wasting.
"SShhhiiiiiieeeet!" Detective Blackman said as Big Booba pressed her gun against Detective Blackman's temple.
He had been taken by surprise not realizing Big Booba was enemy. I had to make a decision. I couldn't let Big Nose escape.
"Don't do anything stupid" he said as the helicopter landed.
Big Nose had his heavy SMG aimed at me.
"I HATE THE ANTI-CHRIST!!!" I screamed while pointing my gun at Big Booba.
She fired several shots into Detective Blackman's back as she ran for the helicopter. Detective Blackman stumbled and began to fall off the roof. Big nose opened fire on me with his heavy SMG as I sprinted to catch Detective Blackman who was about to fall off the building. I reached out and grabbed him.
"I'm going to save you!"
"You never grabbed me. I fell."
"No! That can't be..." I felt so confused.
"Wake up American Nigger Hunter X! This isn't real. The world needs you!!!" Detective Blackman said.
Suddenly he was falling towards his death as if I had never grabbed him.
"BIG NOSE!!!!!!" I screamed as I ran to get vengeance.
The helicopter was lifting off. He wasn't going to get away with it! As I got close, the GloboHomo Paedo Priest jumped in front of me.
"Ultimate AIDS killer punch! I HATE THE ANTI-CHRIST!!! JESUS INFUSION!" I shouted with fury as I threw my fist right through the GloboHomo Paedo Priest.
He fell to the ground. Worms began to escape from the wounds. I guess the worm hypothesis was correct.
"Die American Nigger Hunter X!" Big Nose shouted as he fired off his heavy SMG at me, as the helicopter flew off.
The power of Christ compelled me. I stood and aimed carefully at Big Nose, as his heavy SMG bullets whizzed by me, grazing my cheek, my buttock, and taking out a chunk of my right leg.
"I forgive you!" I said as I pulled the trigger.
The sound of the heavy SMG stopped.
80s music played as I walked to the roof exit. I threw my gun to the ground and put on my sunglasses. The sun setting in the distance.
What did it all mean? Did we change anything? What did Detective Blackman sacrifice his life for? Was it over?
I entered into Big Nose's private office and turned on the oracle AI. As it booted up I looked at one of the paintings in the room. It was the future they wanted.
They didn't want humans to soar. They wanted a totalitarian anti-fascist state twerking on your face for eternity; a paradise for bugmen, but a hell for humans.
A beep boop bop the oracle AI finished booting.
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