Detective Blackman stared at me, and I stared back.
Was this it for me? Had GloboHomo found a way to stop me?
There was only one way to know for sure.
"N...IGGER"
The word floated through him like a cool autumn's breeze. He wasn't a Nigger, but instead one of the good ones. The Nigger word was the ultimate Nigger test. If a Nigger heard it they would chimp out, unless it was coming from their own mouths, in which case they would say it 100 times per minute with no effect on their chimp out levels. Research was still ongoing into how they were seemingly neutralized to the chimp out effects of the Nigger word when it came from their own lips.
"Welcome aboard Detective Blackman" I said extending my arm.
"Thank you Cracker" he responded with cool wit.
My heart started to seize up and I recoiled at hearing the "C" word. That was our word! How dare he! My mouth went dry, as my heart palpitations began to audibly thud. I couldn't help but recall all the Trauma that that word brought with it. All those summers, and even a few winters in which my skin cracked under the sun. I was so traumatized I carried around factor 50+ everywhere.
I had a flashback to the pool when I was 9.
"Hey babes watch this cannonball" I said to the underage girls who were totally my age at the time so it was totally cool, trust me bro.
As I cannonballed in, and all the babes went wild. I exited the pool like a champ, waving around my long flowing hair like an American Adonis. I knew I was about to be invited to Stacey's slumber party which was generally reserved for just girls. I had proven myself, and would get so many girlfriends.
But then Tyrone, my mortal enemy interjected "Hey! Look at his back and shoulders! The crackas gon cracked under the sun! Cracker Cracker Cracker!"
Everyone joined in on the chant.
"CRACKER CRACKER CRACKER!"
I pissed and shat myself as I ran to the changing room to escape from the dreaded "C" word.
So much pain in that one word. Something Detective Blackman would never know, because Black don't crack.
I wiped a tear from my face and said "Sorry allergies" to hide how destroyed I was on the inside. If only I had the low activity version of the MAOA gene, I would chimp out and destroy the city and get my revenge, but it wasn't in my DNA.
"I usually work alone, but I will make an exception for you Detective Blackman" I said with a gruff manly voice.
"The way I heard it, you have no choice Nigger Hunter X. And to tell you the truth, I don't want to be here either" Detective Blackman replied even gruffer.
"So what did you do?" I said in a Batman voice to totally one up him.
"I slapped Big Booba on her butt, got a three month suspension."
"So that is her name? Well I guess that means your qualified for the job. You know what is at stake if we don't defeat the GloboHomo. First it starts with a three month suspension, next second it's mandatory dick chopping off time at the gulag"
"I feel you brotha" Detective Blackman said grabbing his massive snake through his jeans to make sure it was still there. You couldn't be sure in this day and age with how far GloboHomo had gotten.
"Well let me show you to the office, and here's your key, don't lose it, if GloboHomo finds out our plans it will all be for nothing."
As we left the courthouse, we bumped into my five year old son who had been waiting on me by himself.
"Sorry son, dad's gotta work. Here's twenty fine American dollars, get a bus home, and take this grenade in case you come across any feral Niggers."
I knew the twenty American dollars wasn't fine. Big Judeo-Bank had sucked all the wealth out from the people by passive unseen means. Jewish wizardy, money printing, and inflation. The 2008 financial crash was the test-net for transferring massive wealth away from the people and into Big Jew. The great reset was the upgraded version with the goal of eradicating all Goyim wealth.
Blackman looked at me as I handed my kid the grenade.
"They grow up so fast..."
We drove downtown maximum RPM, almost killing several people on the way who were occupying the sidewalks which I used as shortcuts.
Rainbow flags infested almost every business and building.
"Will it ever end?" Detective Blackman asked.
"Are you willing to go the distance?!" I said locking eyes with him as I ran the car through an old lady I couldn't see on account of my eyes not being on the sidewalk.
It was a tough question to answer. Idealistically everyone wanted to go the distance, but the animal Homo Sapien evolved to push towards comfort. That's how GloboHomo had gotten so powerful, it knew to play upon people's comfort. Evil suceeds when good men do nothing. It got them all to slowly acquiesce, a child being raped here, a dick being cut off there, all just little droplets of the incoming Judeo-tsunami. By the time it was up to your neck, there was nothing most people could do, but I wasn't most people. I was Nigger Hunter X, and there was still a few good men in government willing to battle the Big-Judeo influence. The only reason they hadn't taken us out yet was because Big Jew didn't know how much we knew, and who was funding our operation. They wanted to purge the American patriots to fully kill off all hope this country had. For generations my family had been fighting a holy war, but it was only in the last ten years we learned who we were fighting. Big Judeo was no longer content to work in the shadows, they vaingloriously wanted everyone to know it was them. They believed themselves to be God's chosen and that nothing could stop their planned destruction of the globe, but I had a secret weapon next to my heart. I grabbed my silver cross necklace and Jesus whispered into my ear "You are my greatest soldier Nigger Hunter X".
...
We pulled up to the office. It was an old converted church. Many churches had been converted into apartments and offices. There were no Mosques or Synagogues converted into unholy buildings. It was part of GloboHomo's plan. All the rights we take for granted, and value systems our society successfully ran on came from Christianity. It's why GloboHomo wanted to destroy Christianity, and the remaining churches they filled with Faggot and Trans priests to spit in the face of God and turn it into a Nigger worshiping factory.
"A converted church huh?!" Detective Blackman exclaimed.
"Yeah, I've reconverted it on the inside"
Detective Blackman stared in awe at the simple church innards. It looked like an ordinary church other than an excessive amount of crosses hanging about.
"Why so many crosses?"
"You'll see soon enough..."
I led Detective Blackman to the basement of the church, it was guarded by a wooden door which required a key to unlock. Inside the basement was the office.
"You can have that desk over there."
"Woaw! You've really done your research" Detective Blackman said looking over the conspiracy board "You have every Steinbergoldsilverstein mapped out!"
The Steinbergoldsilversteins had all been connected to every institution, from the government, media, Paedowood, financial institutions, all the way to pornography and the BLM burn loot murder campaigns, even Israel was under their control. They were in everything and had complete control over most Western institutions and governments. The boards even had the familial connections to each of the Steinbergoldsilversteins and the non-Judeo-puppets they used as cover to feign non-Judeo control.
"I didn't know half this stuff" Detective Blackman said.
All the information imaginable was on this conspiracy board, blowing open wide the Big Judeo-Lie, such as the average IQ of Israel being 94 with the word nepotism underlined beside it.
"How did they gain so much influence without anyone knowing?"
"It's easy when you control the money printers and the media, you can buy anyone, and smear the rest as anti-semite, all the while filling up all the positions with family members. They've had thousands of years to perfect their ways".
Detective Blackman took his time absorbing all the information. He couldn't stop rubbing his eyes in disbelief as he read the Holohoax board and saw the article clipping from the Jew York Times going all the way back to 1900 claiming "6 million Jews" & "Holocaust" in different locations until the story finally stuck.
"I feel sick reading this, why would they do this?"
"A lot of them don't even know and are themselves programmed to protect the groups self interests. It's mainly a few families behind everything. The same groups..."
Detective Blackman's eyes widened as he saw the GloboHomo hierarchy board. It listed all the famous Steinbergoldsilversteins as well as many super powerful and influential ones he had never heard of.
"Why do we allow this?!" Detective Blackman said slamming his fist into his new desk.
"Because no one knows. They are too comfortable to care. Frogs being slow boiled by Globohomo."
The top of the hierarchy was covered.
"Who is at the top?"
"You're not ready for that!"
Detective Blackman had to know. His head was spinning because of the truth to reality he had just discovered. He always knew it was bad, but never this bad. It was unbelievable all of it. No wonder they got away with just discrediting people with anti-semite and holohoax denier. The truth was unbearable.
He ripped the sheet of paper covering who was at the top of the pyramid.
It was just a silhouette.
"Big Nose?"
"Yeah, that's the name we've given him. Not much is known other than that he is purported to be thousands of years old. His longevity comes from drinking the blood of christian children. It's why they do the Steinbergoldsilverstein paedo-cult thing. Not just for blackmail purposes, but to drink the child's blood and increase their vitality. And by the way, you're going to need this"
I passed Detective Blackman a silver cross necklace as I said "May Jesus Christ protect you".
"I'm going to need to sit down..."
"I'll make some American coffee"
I made coffee, and discussed the various boards with Detective Blackman. It was all so obvious, but seemed so insane due to the programming we had all received since childhood. GloboHomo had been in the works for thousands of years, and now it was nearing it's endgame.
"How can we win against such an ancient blood cult?"
"GloboHomo dies without censorship. If we can find and destroy their Goyim control tower, the mass programming will be undone"
"And the world will be saved?"
"No... not quite"
"So what then?"
I held my cross as I said "Save the Jew, Save the World."
We talked shop, and I showed him how the cross worked as well as various other Jesus gadgets. I couldn't get Big Booba out of my mind. There was something about her...
"I need to get home and impregnate my wife, let's meet here tomorrow then go down to the border for some target practice. Plenty of rapefugees to stop."
"But I thought it was just women and children crossing the border?"
"Think harder Detective Blackman! and stop watching the Judeo-Media. Almost all of the people crossing the borders are male rapefugees."
I ran out of there and got home to my wife as quickly as possible and then proceeded to fill her with my seed.