It was of a Master.
Not an Impostor.
A dam overflowing! A river run wild!

Most people will capitulate.

At every turning tide, the masses of waves change direction. Or some sort of nautical metaphor of the capitulation of the land and the sea akin to the coming and going of popular ideals. A ceaseless pursuit of perfection, of balance, of excellence, of a quixotic nature. A never ending ceding and giving of territory.
Of domains. Of boundaries. An ebb, a flow, a tide, a flash of light, a flickering phantom, and a dream.

You were a speck of grit caught up in the machine.

What was once 'the way', today, would be no longer 'the way', tomorrow.
Women were a perfect example of this. They were like cattle. Social creatures. They went along with whatever the preconceived mass consensus was, and that mass consensus was whatever the Talmudvision told us.

They destigmatized shame, and made a religion of the deadly sin "Pride"...

Men were ideological creatures. Women were not ideological creatures. They were given their ideology by the authoritative man in their life. Traditionally this was the Father, or after marriage, the possession of the woman would be transferred from the Father to the Groom/Husband. It was the job of the Groom/Husband to groom the woman into a proper woman fit for civilization.
GloboHomo wanted to destroy the concept of family due to this reason, and by doing so it was successful in capturing the Women, as GloboHomo became the authority figure in their lives.

The year was 3005.

One thousand years ago the authority figure had become the mass super global state. And it was this super state the women lifted and blossomed into life. The ideals of the Globalized Homogeneous cultural wrecking ball of a super state destroyed the concept of family and made marriage a meaningless institution.
First marriage was turned into a career through no fault divorce.
"Til death do us part?"
It had become more like, I will wear him like a handbag AND divorce when I am ready to ride the cock carousal again.
Homosexual marriage was the final nail in the coffin for this sacred institution.
Where was the Sacred when twenty men plus and even the dog were involved in the bedroom?
No wonder Aids and Monkey Pox became a thing. The degenerates wore their degeneracy like a personality. It was part of who they were to drink the piss of fifty men every night, regardless of the diseases they were spreading.

The sacred institution of marriage propagated civilizations, and bred trust and community within society. Complete uncoupling from this meant Hypergamy; that 100% of the women wanted 10% of the men. They were introduced to 'dating apps' which forced them to view their female gaze within the confines of the male gaze (heavily based on visual stimulus).
It only took so many sexual partners for the females to develop the one thousand cock stare. At this point they had completely shattered their ability to pair bond. Men had evolved an affinity to spread their seed but still be able to pair bond, whereas women developed the ability to lose their ability to pair when doing the cock carousel, as developing feelings was not good for comfort women/prostitutes.
Women had been sold whoredom and dysgenic ideals (prepackaged consoomerist feminism), and they bought it up up up. Left right and sinker, right in the stinker, because it was perceived to be the mass consensus, as it was the only allowed consensus. To be a true liberated female was to behave like a whore unashamedly, because of course shame had been destigamtized.

All these crazy dysgenic wacky ideals were pushed through mass media control as fake consensus popular opinion, and the women flocked towards these ideas. There were no strong men to set them straight. They were too busy with their Sega Mega Drive systems, and also 90% were pursuing women who would never sleep with them, preventing these men from being productive and autistically innovative.
Many of this 90% felt it was unfair that even fatties didn't give them a chance. Even fatties wanted Chad. Such was the sacred institution of marriage unchained. Now all women thought about was Chad's cock. It was the way of the social cattle animal; bred to want to breed, choosing based on the strongest Bull/Chad.

Early 21st century psychology had shown that women were single-issue voters. This meant that any democracy could be hijacked by using a single issue wedge to effectively decide the outcomes of democracy, combined with artificial mass consensus on issues.

Some women had balls of Chromium-66, but they were one in a million.

I believe it was a German politician called Ang!-Gela! Mer-Kal! who single-handedly destroyed Europe.
She was in charge of Europe... many women were in positions of power at this point in history. It was the beginning of the fall. They were way out of their league, but pushed by a culture to believe they knew better than those who had come before. "Wahmen Power!!" they called it.

Ang!-Gela! Mer-Kal! saw a mass distributed photo of a drowned illegal immigrant child (who would have probably grown up to be a future rapefugee/terrorist as the data showed).
Ang!-Gela! Mer-Kal! saw the picture of the drowned child, and she suddenly forgot Geography. The single-issue wahmen was activated within her. The fact that Europe was tiny meant nothing, and the fact that the rest of the world had massive continents with many billions of people, also meant nothing.

And so with her woman single-issue brain, Ang!-Gela! Mer-Kal invited the world to Germoney. It didn't take long for her to take it back, but by that stage Europe was already doomed. The barbarian hordes descended.

Rape and murder soon became normalized in these civilized lands. You were deemed an "apostate/racist" if you protested.
That's how the prevailing ideology of "liberalism" was defeated; bad actors and a name game. There was no way of going back to that easily subverted set of boomer truthisms. Liberalism had been dismantled. Liberalism was done. The comfy 90s and early 2000s of Fresh Prince were just a flickering phantom and a dream

The boomers were lost in their boomer truths. Liberalism held onto many of these false ideals, and crumbled easily under subversion, yielding to illiberalism in the name of liberalism. But they could never say the word... the word was reserved for kings.
And so civilization fell...

The barbarian hordes crowded into, and overtook the cities, "gibs me dat!" they demanded and they received, creating a series of Detroit cities all across the civilized world until the eventual cataclysm...
They barely scraped themselves out of the stoneage.

All because weak men had let a woman in charge, and it only took one moment of single issue weakness to doom all civilizations within Europe. There was no excuse. The men had failed. Where were the men?
The downfall of civilization... All because it was common for women to hold public office. And because they were easily manipulated by emotions and single issues. So simple... so avoidable...

Women were the greatest defenders of our sponsors, but when the Strong Men rose up and fought back, then the women wanted the sponsors boiled alive. And with the women wanting the sponsors boiled alive, all the other men had no choice but to also rise up. Such was the way of women. Their beliefs would flip on a dime depending on the direction of the prevailing wind of mass consensus. And the lesser men would jump on that prevailing wind to get a chance of that mass pussay. Such was the way of the lesser men.
The Strong men led, the woman followed, and the lesser men followed them. Without the strongmen in this equation, the women would lead, and the lesser men would allow them to walk us off a cliff if it meant for a second getting to imagine the smell of that pussay.

Faggot worship was pushed by GloboHomo, as faggots were footsoldiers that would less likely switch sides if the prevailing winds changed.
They hated Christians. They hated anyone with resolute values.
Incompetent degenerate faggots were given access to the kids, and to the institutions. If the weaker heterosexual men were given these positions, most would switch sides, as soon as the women did.
The faggots were given access to the kids to produce more faggot footsoldiers.
Faggots have similar emotional brains to women, rendering them single-issue voters; NPCs/Golems easily controlled.
This granting of degeneracy over the controls of institutions hastened the decline until we eventually reached the bottom. Human life was commodity.

There was a rhyme and reason behind all their Satanic ways. Satan had worked hard, plotting and planning away in the dark, thinking that we weren't knowing or seeing of his wicked ways.

Well I have news for you Satan!

"Christ is King!" I proselytized.

I knew of the hermetic mysticism, I knew of the Frankist Sabbateans. There was nowhere Satan could hide. The rare Pepes and Holy Bible had shown us the way.

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It was the beginning of the battle of the century. Us Whites watched the streets, and the Asians watched the rooftops. They called it the Crystal Clear night, because on that night everything was made crystal clear and we all knew who the enemy was and who the golems were that they commanded. We had to kill the bureaucrats (our sponsors) to end this feudalism; they would allow no other way. But first we had to get past their golems...

My name was Jon Don, and this was my last day. The Kingdom of Philadelphia would fall. All the kingdoms would fall. Even heaven's kingdom would fall. And the earth would be ruled by Jaysus Christ himself!
I made eye contact with many rooftop Asians. We didn't speak the same language, but we both knew and understood each other like some sort of ancient Eurasian genetic bond. The Negroid menace didn't stand a chance.

After the initial confrontation against the Negroids we stabbed Frankie the race traitor to death, even the journalists got it! Freedom of journalism doesn't mean freedom from consequences.

They had worked against our self interest for their own gain. Selling us out to Satan, to this Neo-Hellscape dystopia. Why would you do that to another person? We didn't care for their answers. All we cared about was getting our pounds of flesh.

We would first cut their balls or tits off and then make them choke on it as we took turns playing Stabaroo. The loser was who ever placed the killing knife into the enemy. The violence spread quick and fast. The population had been subject to violence for so long. They had been under the thumb, under the stick, living in fear. That internal stress, that internal pain, now outwardly inflicted on the perpetrators; without remorse, without check or balance. Now the Pure Bloods were to be feared. Such was the magnetic shifts of the poles, a constant of fractal geometry playing out to eventual conclusions.

...

After the violence I, Jon Don, took Annabelle my little sister home.

As we ran through the violent bloodied streets Annabelle was smiling.

"Does this mean no more Shits?" she asked with a sparkle in her perfect blue eyes.

I stopped running as I hugged her tightly, lifting her up.

"No more!" I broke down crying.

She also began to cry. It was very emotional. As the virtue signals broke down, it destroyed the weather orientation system. Rain fell, mixing with our tears, and the blood of our enemies. We were all baptized by God that day.

"Big Brother! I want to forget!" she sobbed.

With the virtue signals rendered moot, the illusion of the glamorous city in the distance shattered. We saw the city in the distance for all its shiteworth. The people in the shities... Their personalities crushed into a box...

I could only imagine from the stories Annabelle had told me. And I thought working in the Lithium fields was bad enough. My little sister had been forced to endure so much. But now she was free.

"Annabelle, I promise you! You are going to be a princess one day!"

"Really big brother?"

"Yes! One hundred percent!" I reassured her.

Annabelle smiled brighter than any star that day. Her smile was the reification of life. The overcoming, the ever enduring. Her smile and optimism fully restored.

She deserved it. One day I would make her a princess. The world had changed. We had changed. I had changed. I had the Will to Power now. Violence was on the table. I could have anything I wanted.... All this time... all they ever held over us was the monopoly on violence. I guess it turned out we were stronger... more willing.

...

We arrived home.
Dawn, my love, was smoking GoySoma and rewatching the Joker DVD.
"Babe! We need to go! I just incited a rebellion and we are all off to kill the sponsors!" I informed her.
Dawn maintained her stare at the SuperRDHD6GorillionK GoyScreen, watching the Joker DVD attentively as she smoked another hit of GoySoma.
She began to cough furiously "But! ACK! ACK! Baaaaaabbbe! That's soooo not eaaazzeee! Who is going to sponsor us if we kill the sponsors?" Dawn saw that Annabelle was with me "Oh high Annabelle! How was your shit?!"
Annabelle jumped in the air as she screamed with joy "I don't have to go anymore!"
Dawn thought for several minutes before saying "Okay baaabe. So not eazzee, I'll grab my things and the rest of the GoySoma..."
"Don't worry babe, me and Annabelle have already packed!"
"Here is your stuff" Annabelle said passing Dawn packaged GoySoma.
We were such a functional family. Dawn was always a such a deep thinker, and Annabelle and I were always there to stop her from accidentally self-immolating.

I looked at my Tyrone N Darius poster collection that I had earned through good boy Tokens. Tyrone N Darius III looked awfully like his grandfather. I wouldn't be surprised if they were all the same person. I had bought all the Tyrone N Darius posters from Tyrone N Darius the first all the way to the seventh with my recreation good boy Tokens.

I was blind for my entire life. Listening to others with functioning senses as to what reality was. Without any frame of reference I was forced to believe them. Grounding in reality is essential for sanity. Even if that grounding is insane itself.
When gaining the ability to see, to sense, I didn't just realize that everything was a lie, but also that many people around me weren't even human. Those who most resemble me were blind, and everything they told me was parroted from putrid monsters hiding in the shadows beyond our perceptions. Satanic devils and ideas possessing the minds of the unknowing, the weaker, the unwise.
We were sold a world of Truth, Love, and Beauty, but with open eyes all we find is death, decay, and madness.

I tore all the posters down.
It was not our job to raise the Negro up or to bring the Negro to space.

We could see the evil within, but we didn't see the evil without.
The true terror was not discovering the "evil within", but to discover the true nature of the "evil without".
Everything society has told you about the world and about history is either a complete fabrication or a half-truth spun in such a way to force you to think in a manner that benefits a very particular group of people.

There was a pattern to everything.

We prepared ourselves for relocation. The masses were storming the floating cities of the tribes of Israel. Today was the day. The Day of Advent.

"Eazee! So funny babe!" Dawn laughed as she remembered "I got a message from Maya. She is dropping down to pick us up."
"Maya?" I question.
My mind went a blank. All those thoughts of systematically killing the enemy vanished into nothingness.

Maya was a childhood friend. She was of the Tribes, but would on occasion come down and visit us. I was secretly in love with her. I had always dreamed she would marry me, and Dawn could be our concubine, that way Annabelle would have access to education and could become a horseshoe maker or some other viable industry.

I told myself we would postpone joining the fight against our sponsors until we got Annabelle to safety. Maya could take her away in her Shuttle Pod, and then Dawn and I could go full guerilla warfare without having to worry about Annabelle.

"Okay! Let's go meet Maya!" I decided "Where is she"?
"She like baaabe... the forest clearing outside of the town" Dawn answered as she took a fat hit of GoySoma.

"Let's eat Big Brother!" Annabelle insisted.

Little did I know this would be my last time eating Goy food, and oh boy, would I not miss it. I couldn't believe it when I found out real food doesn't taste like garbage.

I had fought/thought long and hard against the evil within. But I was now coming face to face with the evil without.

# 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
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