Female totalitarianism permeated the streets like a sweet sickly stench. Rapists and murderers had their way with the women. There was nothing anyone could do to stop it. I asked Jesus to perhaps intervene, but he told me that these women had chosen their fates; freewill was theirs. The path to enlightenment was as sharp and narrow as a razor's edge.
Oh how true that was. Women were single issue voters (a fact that was used to exploit and subvert democracy). They would constantly vote for anything that would increase the amount of rapes and murders in the country, while simultaneously complaining about how dangerous it was to go outside.
It wasn't their fault. Women never matured mentally past that of a child. They couldn't understand basic concepts, and had to rely on "feels", even as going as far as to promote paedophilia and their own rape without them even knowing. They even believed in Judeo-myths like the Gender pay gap, as they were incapable of doing simple maths to understand that men work way more hours than they do. They wanted all the privileges, while perpetually claiming victimhood, just like the Niggers, Jews, Faggots, and all the pooskins under the sun.
Even after being a rape victim from their own beliefs, the women would merely double down, and claim the Johnny Foreigner rapist didn't know any better, and that they forgave him. They saw rapefugees as animals, but as cute fluffy animals, and not as the savages they are. Women based most of their views on what the group as a whole was thinking. Through media manipulation it was easy to create fake public consensus, and for the women to flock towards this consensus. They were taught Pooskins were good and Cumskins were bad, and they believed it without question.
Even though they claimed equality and to be equal, society itself lumped women into a special privilege group alongside the disabled. Such was there way to think they were equal to men, yet at the same time wanting to be treated like a disabled person. It was utterly pathetic to hear them screech about how underprivileged they were despite all the privileges they had. They would use voting as an example, thinking that it was so bad that they had to wait a few extra years to get the vote, even though it was mostly women in the way of them having the right to vote; As a lot of women didn't want the responsibility and accountability that came with voting. Women did not register accountability or responsibility as being something that applied to them. It was the man's job.
For so many claims from them of wanting equality, they fell so short with their contradictory views and perceptions of the world. Such was the state of modern wahmen.
It wasn't their fault. They had been conditioned like cattle. Traditionally women were given special privileges throughout history, as men knew that men were stronger and had to do the grunts work and had to fight the battles; with men often living or dying in horrible conditions. It was up to the strong men to lead the women to be good homemakers to raise the next generation of strong capable men.
But we now lived in a world of weak men. A world of men so weak, that many of these weak men would cut their dicks off at a chance to be called a woman and live life on easy mode.
The women worshiped these weak men. They were taught to hate strong men. The so called elites of our societies were replaced by their children who were manifestations of Nietzsche's last men.
Totalitarianism of Compassion reigned supreme, enacted top-down by inept leaders acting as Judeo-puppets. You could not insult anyone in the special privilege groups, as it might hurt their ego or damage their narcissistic ways of thinking. Anyone could call me, American Nigger Hunter X, any name under the sun, and oh how unfazed I would be. I was not egotistical, I was not narcissistic, and that's why GloboHomo hated me. The Faggots acted as the vanguard of this movement as Egotism and Narcissism was embedded into the very nature of what it meant to be a Faggot. Nothing on this planet could be upset more by words than egotistical narcissistic weaklings claiming virtuosity supremo.
The weak would fear the strong once more. They had inverted the law tables through their judeo-wordgame tricks. Without knowing the secret of these conflation/equivocation/altered definition tricks, one would run around in circles with the GloboHomo apostles. They pretended not to understand, or, if challenged, they changed the subject in a hurry, quoted platitudes which, if you accepted them, they immediately related to entirely different matters, and then, if again attacked, gave ground and pretended not to know exactly what you were talking about. Whenever you tried to attack one of these apostles, your hand closed on a jelly-like slime which divided up and poured through your fingers, but in the next moment collected again.
But they were merely the Wizard of Oz, hiding behind a curtain. Once the curtain had been pulled down, their tricks uncovered, oh how they recoiled, how injured they were, oh how they suddenly shrink back: "I've been found out!"
Such was the way of GloboHomo Bugmen.
"Save me! Save me!" A woman screamed while banging on the window, as Jesus waited at the red light.
As the rapefugees ran towards her, mouths drooling, ready to rape and murder, I quickly searched the woman up online. As expected she was pro-rapefugees and had caused untold hurt and suffering to so many others; calling anyone who disagreed with GloboHomo an "-ist" or a "-phobe". She wouldn't understand the damage she had caused.
For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.
I merely shrugged and said "not my problem" as Jesus hit pedal to metal as the lights turned green.
We sped off into the distance, leaving the rape and murder in the dust.
"Forgive them for they know not what they do" Jesus reassured me.
...
When we arrived at the reconverted Church HQ, the whole gang was waiting outside, even Judge and Big Booba.
"NIGGER HUNTER X! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Judge shouted at me, as I got out of the car.
Somehow I had spent several years in the Asylum, even though it felt like days. I was this close to being fired after all those years of not showing up for work.
"Where's Troon?" I looked around.
"He's dead. Suicide." Chet explained.
"Yikes!" I replied, before saying "Look who I found!"
Jesus got out of the car, and glowed with shining brilliance. It was so godly.
As the gang all crowded Jesus and began touching him to steal his grace and heal their STIs, I hugged Detective Blackman.
"Brotha! It's been so long! I haven't seen you since you were a wall!"
Detective Blackman didn't remember appearing to me in a wall disguise when I was undercover in the Asylum. He must have forgot. He told me how it had just been him, Chet Einstein, and Moham Radar since Troon's suicide and my disappearance. The meme-flu had made anti-GloboHomo operations more difficult. Of course that is what their goal was with the virus. Sow the seeds of chaos, and then have their anti-christ rise up and save the day by implanting the mark of the beast into everyone to control their ability to buy, sell, and trade.
"What are you doing here Judge?"
"Sorry Nigger Hunter X, but I came here today to hand this over."
It was a writ declaring the end of our anti-GloboHomo unit. We only had one week left before all operations would have to desist.
I ripped up the piece of paper as I exclaimed "What we are about to do will only take three days."
We were going to rebuild the temple. It was time to end this.
We all cheered "Time to take down Steinbergoldsilverstein!"
Big Booba looked uneasy at this prospect. Perhaps she was hiding something. I tried to analyze her facial expressions, but kept getting drawn into the never ending rolling hills of cleavage. I had to get back to my wife and impregnate her.
"Oh shit! My wife and son!" I suddenly realized the last thing I told my family was that I was going out to buy some cigarettes.
"We told them you were MIA" Judge informed me.
Jesus was handing out cups of wine to everyone.
"Hey Chang! Come on out!" I shouted at the car.
As the back door opened, Chang emerged looking cool while smoking cigarettes.
Suddenly Detective Blackman charged at him, and they began to fight. Detective Blackman would use Western brute force cowboy moves, whereas Chang was like Jet Li, rolling around and doing sneaky strikes. At first I thought it was just Black on Asian violence playing itself out in real time before my very eyes.
After several minutes of watching the fight and placing bets on who would win, while enjoying the complimentary wine, I grabbed Detective Blackman "What are you doing! This is no time for us to be fighting!"
"He can't be trusted!"
I tried to expalin to Detective Blackman, how many times Chang had saved me, and how far back our cooperation into anti-GloboHomo operations went back. But he wouldn't take it.
"You can't trust him Nigger Hunter X!"
Chang threw his arms up into the air coolly before tuffing his leather jacket and shrugging.
"See you rater" he said coolly before disappearing down an alleyway into a cloud of cigarette smoke.
Judge and Big Booba left, and the rest of us entered the reconverted church. We showed Jesus around, and explained to him how the crosses worked. He kept turning all the water into wine. I couldn't even wash my hands properly.
We looked over the blueprints of Steinbergoldsilverstein tower. We would need to head in full-force, and make our way to the tower's apex. If Chet's intel was right, Big Nose would be at the top of the tower, and with the power of Jesus, we could finally end the eternal war.
I couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. Big Judeo-GloboHomo would be defeated within a day. Their Satanic cult leader and their GloboHomo signal tower would be destroyed in one swoop. How long had I been fighting this holy war? To think that the last job was a simple VIP escort mission. We just had to protect Jesus, and let him do his works. Faith was all I needed.
I left Jesus in the hands of Detective Blackman. As I had to get back to my wife and impregnate her. Something about Big Boobas' cleavage wasn't right. I couldn't stop thinking about those huge juicy milkers.
...
I knocked on the door to my house. I did not recognize the man who answered the door.
"Make a cuck out of me!" I said striking the young athletic man to the ground.
As I strangled him, he managed to say one word "Nigger Hunter X!"
Oh shit! It was my son, but now grown up. They grow up so fast. I stopped strangling him, and told him it was a joke before laughing.
"Here I got you something" I passed him the shroud of McBurgers.
Jesus, Chang, and I had stopped at a McBurgers earlier. Jesus used a napkin to take the grease off his face. It left the imprint of his Godliness.
"Wow Nigger Hunter X! Thanks!"
My son loved receiving holy relics.
I suddenly saw a young child approaching. My wife had made another child without me! As I ran to punt this child in its face, I suddenly realized it was mine. Another close call.
"Where's your mum?" I asked.
She was at work.
I told the kids that I hated the Anti-Christ, and would be back after defeating GloboHomo.
They wished me luck, and showed off their crosses. My eldest had a cross that could also be used as a grenade, whereas the youngest had a switchblade cross.
"So cool" I said crying, losing my composure.
I found my wife at work at an office. She worked part-time at something. I don't know what. I was never really listening when she spoke.
"Get out of here!! GET out of here!!" I began shouting at the unsuspecting office workers while stripping my clothes off.
The office workers fled.
I looked my wife straight in the eyes and said "Give me some sugar baby!"
We kissed.
To Be Continued...
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