"All rise for the State & Steinbergoldsilverstein v Nigger Hunter X"
I stood up and looked around at the courtroom shuffle. I was up shit creek. There hadn't been a more unimpartial jury since the ChauVin Diesel trial when he was sentenced to life for the act of being White; he was really jewed that time, they even had him believing he was guilty... that's how jewed he was.
Such was the mystical Judeo-Corporate media way with their verbose skills of the tongue... the Devil's tool; high verbal acuity. They had the masses rooting for the sinners and hating on the saints with their rigged judeo-games.
I looked at the jury, and twelve angry Jews looked back.
This is the world they wanted. White man in the dock. They didn't want to believe that "With White your always right!" They wanted to convince the "savage man" that Whitie didn't have his best interests at heart. Us Whities were genetically programmed towards individualism as an evolved evolutionary survival strategy. In tiny Europe we had nowhere to run, so had to be more open and less-in group preference to survive. The cold winters also selected for forward thinking people, who had to be able to delay satisfaction for future reward, otherwise freeze or starve to death. The Jews wanted you to believe in the outdated "out of Africa" concept, even though it has been proven false. They want you to forget your differences. Difference is what gives us power, and that was why GloboHomo wanted Globalized Homogeneity. A flattening of cultures under the name of "multi-culturalism" and "rainbow-nazi" culture and their many Storm Trooper Golems....
Our strength as individuals was also our weakness. We saw and treated others as individuals, but they stuck to in-group preference and tribal ways, and used our compassion and ability to grasp reality better against us, playing us like fools. That was how clown world was birthed. An inversion of values precipitated by misguided compassion, and a misunderstanding or misperception of "the other" as "fellow human". They were not ready to abandon their tribal ways. Most of them could not see us "the whities" as fellow humans. And so the more we brought into our lands under the demands of the Jewish lawmakers, the more discord was sown, and the more our societies began to collapse. The legal system was the last thread holding us together between that which we knew, and a Mad Max potential apocalyptic future.
I couldn't let these Judeo-bastards win. It wasn't in my nature to let fascists get away with it. My genetics and MY culture wouldn't allow it, and that is why they wanted us extinct, and why they promoted GloboHomo identitarian "rainbow-nazi golem" collectivism. To kill off the last hopes of humanity. The divine white spark that emanates from Jesus Christ the upturner of the law tables. No matter how much the devil inverts our cultural values, all it takes is one Jesus Christ to flip the tables. There was so much at stake.
My pregnant wife tried her best to hide her tears. My son sat next to her, ignoring the courtroom drama playing out before our very eyes. He held a Pocketdemon Gotcha device, or whatever it is kids are into. They practically just raised themselves these days. All automated via electronic persuasion.
Due to the covert nature of our operations none of the team were present. Not even Detective Blackman. Maybe our bromance wasn't as strong as I thought. Judge would trial this by jury and have to pretend he wasn't in on our anti-GloboHomo spec-ops. I was all alone. Or so I thought, but then I saw my old work buddy Sergeant White. He was going to be one of my main character witnesses. All that time spent busting Niggers together was bound to give credence to my character (unless GloboHomo had inverted the societal cultural value on busting Niggers, I hadn't really been paying attention due to all the Jews I had been collecting data on for the anti-GloboHomo specs-ops task force.)
Big Booba was working prosecution with two big Judeo-state prosecutors backing her up. She wasn't going to go easy. She didn't care about truth or justice. Just advancing her career with wins; wins based solely on her chest size.
My defence was led by Howard Goldberg. Jews made perfect lawyers, as lawyering was all about playing with words and language, something Jews were specialists at with their above average verbal IQ. It was like a game of Pocket Monsters, my Jew versus them. Who is going to out-jew who? Gotta kvetch 'em all!
I looked at the courtroom crowd and saw Agent Smyth's incarnate from the Matrex trilogy by the SilverBerg brothers, (oh wait they are sisters now? WTF? Globohomo had surely been busy. It had gotten to the point where we didn't know who was jewing who anymore... Plato's Cave).
Most people within our culture had been programmed into Agent Smyths. If you said anything out of cultural bounds, it would be as if their body was overtaken by that Agent Smyth guy. Agent Smythberg would appear as if to end the conversation. "To shut it down" so to speak. For example, you show someone evidence blowing apart the Holocaust story, and the Agent Smythberg appears to shut it down. It doesn't matter the weight of the evidence. It is as if the culture controls their accepted opinions, and when challenged beyond acceptable parameters, Agent Smythberg appears to uphold the law of that judeo-esque-culture. Who is this Agent Smythberg? And how do the Jews control him?
Suddenly it hit me like a flash of burning oil over the face on a Monday morning, "Whoever controls the media; the images; controls the culture." - Allen Ginsberg....
Hmmm... how deep did this well go? Was Agent Smyth a "culture-fascist Golem"?
Could we break this Golem with the faith of God!?
"Jesus Christ I believe in you!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I held my silver cross triumphantly out for all to see.
The Jews recoiled in fear. Momentary respite. I could feel the power of Christ filling my lungs, my heart, my entire motor neuronic muscular bonefied power system deluxe bod. I could feel the halo floating above my head.
"Am I dead?"
"No son" Jesus whispered as he kissed my forehead.
"Go with grace my son, and don't be afraid to show them your power level, and if it gets too tough, call on me, especially if you are driving, you know I love to take the wheel" Jesus said shooting his pistol fingers at me and smiling, before transcending back to the "God" dimension.
There was a brief flash of light, and then suddenly I realized I was at moments before. I had gone back in time, so no one would know about my talk with Jesus, or my heroic faith based outburst. God smiled on me, protecting me from litigation.
The charges against me were called out, and the proceedings began.
"How do you plead Nigger Hunter X?" Judge asked.
I had it all planned out with my Jewish lawyer, I was going to plead insanity, that way I would be out in two weeks, or however it works. I was pretty drunk and high from cocanium and luudes when I came up with the plan. Lawyering wasn't really my thing, and neither was law, I was more of a shoop em and doop em kind of guy. Surf the board, check the score. And all those classics. I was cool. Let's just leave it at that.
Just then a father in an old timey brown suit burst into the courtroom with a mutilated child in hand. Blood seeped from her chest.
"My daughter! What have you done to my daughter?! She's just a child! SHE'S JUST A CHILD!" he screamed.
Judge took a deep breath before saying "Tranny court is down the hall!"
"I just wanted to wear jeans" the girl sobbed.
The man disappeared with girl in arm into the horizon like a cowboy gunslinger about to start his quest for vengeance. Once a mild mannered follower of the law, now forced to take matters into his own hands against a Judeo-tranny state. From the Jewish point of view. Trannyism was a new multi-trillion dollar industry. They had to process as many kids as possible to make as much money as possible. Simple economics. The gunslinger would likely be called a tranny phobe, arrested, sent to re-education camp, and his child taken off him to be indoctrinated at a paedo lgbtP+ orphanage, or maybe sacrificed to Moloch if she was one of the lucky ones.
Something broiled inside of me; a reaction to the scene I had just witnessed, or perhaps a hangover from the booze, weed, cocanium, luudes and Benzofury afternoon I had yesterday.
"I plead not guilty! I am a god! A golden god!"
Righteous euphoria filled my every pore
I took my jacket and sweaty t-shirt off. I could hear all sorts of 80s classic pop songs playing as I flexed my muscles, giving the courtroom the gun-show. The complete works... the shoop em and doop em!
I was like a god to them, and they dare challenge me? This was MY courtroom. I was the LAW!
"Shoop em' and doop em! Exchequer please!" I said as I kissed my muscles goodnight, before blanketing them in for the night with my sweaty t-shirt and cool guy jacket.
Howard Goldberg kvetched from the moment I said "Not Guilty" going on about some sort of plan as if that meant anything to me.
Maybe this Jew wasn't really working for me. I eyed him up, but couldn't get a read on him through all the kvetching.
After all the commotion the proceedings proceeded forward. The first witness was brought up. Sergeant White. My ol' Nigger stomping bud.
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What looked like an open and shut case, quickly went to shit. I had to sniff some old speed I had in my jacket just to keep my composure. I had to pretend I had a really runny nose and had to keep rubbing my hand back and forth from between my pocket and nose. It was awkward but did the trick.
Apparently my ol' Nigger bustin' days didn't give me credence. There was zero credence. Credence had been replaced by culpability. All those poor rapists and murderers I had taken off the street. They could have beeen doctors, engineers, or scientists. But I had busted them for murder and rape. In this new clown world of inverted values. I was the criminal. That is how society portrayed me.
Sergeant White looked dead behind the eyes. Like they had taken his soul from him. They had probably sent him to the reprogramming centre, where they teach whites that they are the problem, and the Niggers are the good ones.
I couldn't even count on Big Red as a witness. He claimed I was a racist who give him the nickname Big Red, and forced him to talk like a stereotypical native American. He was clearly putting on an accent in court to sound like a regular American. He usually talked in metaphor, and broken English with long pauses.
I got up and began to scream and turn in circle. I didn't understand this world anymore. Of course I knew the GloboHomo rules, but I couldn't understand how people consciously went along with it.
My lawyer Howard Goldberg demanded a recess. I needed a smoke.
As I exited the courthouse I came across this propaganda peace by GloboHomo.
It was that Greta Thunderberg one! As if anyone believed paying more taxes would change the weather. It just showed the contempt GloboHomo had for the common man. I needed a smoke.
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As I sat in my American made muscle car, smoking a pack of American cigarettes. I realized something. All I had to do was get rid of the courthouse and all my problems would disappear.
"Only one way to end this. Drive this American made muscle car into the court house!" I coolly proclaimed.
Chapter 1 Killing Pride
Chapter 2 Save the Jew Save the World
Chapter 3 Faker Than the Holocaust
Chapter 4 Planet of the Niggers