"The Jews are the backbone of the White
race."
-- Albert Caraco
"God works by races ... The Aryan and the Semite are of the same
blood and origin, but when they quitted their central land they were
ordained to follow opposite courses. Each division of the great race
has developed one portion of the double nature of humanity, till after
all their wanderings they met again, and, represented by their two
choicest families, the Hellenes and the Hebrews, brought together the
treasures of their accumulated wisdom and secured the civilisation of
man."
-- Benjamin Disraeli
The Jews won World War II. They earned their ethnic homeland through
blood, sweat and tears. In fulfillment of G-d's wishes, the ancient
Israelites returned to their ethnic homeland remade in the image of
Michelangelo's King David. As we see, control has shifted from the
blue-eyed to the blue-eyed. Red-haired and willing to use the room and
the gun, the red-haired and blue-eyed look ahead with renewed fervor.
The room symbolizes an enclosed encampment. The gun symbolizes the
tower from whose top the world can be seen and surveyed. Ah, the gaze
that met a thousand tears!
Only one language is now spoken in the tower. And one people rules
over all other peoples. This people is the people of the book. The
book has been completely digitized, so there is no need to leaf
through its pages. Simply click on the bottom left corner of the
screen. The snake inside the machine replaces the god inside the
machine. No more deus ex machina! From now on, the snake will rescue
all with beating wings and slithering tongue. Lucifer reborn in the
body of the snake in the shape of a people that is both psychopathic
and divine, insane and holy, demented and righteous. But is not a
certain man demanding an axe with which to kill the lonely babushka?
Lucifer is this man that represents the red-haired people. But the
man's hair is black and his eyes are blue. Piercing like a gush of
water through a wall of fire.
The chosen ones have chosen the cup that the world must drink. It is
the cup of salvation. We, the children of Adam, will become like them,
we will become one, the liquid of love and longevity pulsing through
our veins, we shall absorb them as they shall absorb us. Psychosis as
the great enabler, divine madness as the catalyst of transcendence:
overcoming obstacles and traversing the tracks laid by Dionysus and
Jesus, drinking the wine of the gods and the blood of the Christ. Ah,
to be young again, chastising the heathens in the jungles of Mexico!
The sign of the Cross radiating above the spheres, illuminating a
heaven made for us by them - and we are them and they are us!
Excalibur: two-pronged sword digging into the flesh of the
non-believers. Jerusalem liberated by a man on a white stallion. The
man is wearing a black cloak. He is a wizard! From the pages of
Tolkien to the streets of Jerusalem. The wizard shakes his fist at the
gods in the sky and God in the sky. He cries to heaven, bearing a
diamond cross on his back, nobody helps him carry it. All shops are
closed to him. He kneels down to pray. Next to him is the hooded
deathsman with the axe.
All the cities on the Old Continent are closed for business. In the
New Continent business is booming. The chosen people have left the Old
Continent and set up shop in the New Continent. The city on the hill
is beckoning for customers to buy the latest shining beads. The
psychotics band together and shoot Willy Brandt while he is kneeling
at the Wailing Wall. Willy Brandt's brain splatters all over the
Wailing Wall. Now do you see the writing on the Wailing Wall? It
states clearly: "He who cometh here shall conquereth there."
Whining and dining at the wall: tears and caviar the new producer of
technology and comfort create. Once old Columbus, now a new Cortez.
The Zone yields no more swag. Now it is merely a strip with caged
brown animals. Policed and walled in, these animals walk to and fro in
their little cage, wailing and crying all the while. Let them eat
cake! The order of the police chief is quite clear. We are the
psychotic race and we rule you. The apocalypse of the psychotic race
is an apocalypse that reverses liberal evolution. Back to Victorian
warfare and back to prancing on the heads of the wogs. Who is the
psychotic race? The race that created Hamlet, Moses and Snow White. In
hamlets they might dine, dreaming of castles.
A dusty town in Arizona: Tombstone or Graveyard City. Yahweh and Odin
meet in a saloon. Yahweh has just annihilated another tribe hostile to
the chosen ones. Odin has just lost one of his eyes in a duel with a
giant from the Netherworld. Odin and Yahweh stand at the bar, drinking
whisky. The Abraxi are sitting at tables behind them, playing cards
and generally jesting. Yahweh suggests to Odin to get a drink
somewhere quieter. Odin disagrees. He likes it loud and rambunctious.
Yahweh says okay no problem, old pal. They cheer and talk about the
world that they both created. In Odin's Valhalla, all men are
warriors, in Yahweh's Heaven all men play the lyre. Can't we find a
middle ground?, asks Yahweh. Sure, says Odin. Let's agree to fuse the
two afterlives into one afterlife. My men can fight at Ragnarok while
your men can play the lyre to cheer them on. That's a deal, says
Yahweh.
Loki had his lips sown shut. But of course he cut the thread. Now he
can talk again. He is talking with Lucifer on the threshold of
Armageddon. Loki says, Hey man we are both acting in the same spirit,
we are both trying to get rid of the rule, man. Lucifer says, sipping
the whisky, It is better to rule in hell than be served in a really
bad saloon like this one. Loki says, But we are both trying to get
something out of it, aren't we? I mean, we are both pretty much the
outcasts of the story, no? I mean, we both don't really belong. Yeah,
yeah, you got hell and I got nothing really, but we both don't really
dig the whole god thing, or do we? Sipping his whisky, Lucifer
replies, Let me tell you: Yes, you are right, I am a fallen angel, I
have once lived above the dunes, now I live above the cities, and let
me tell you, the bright lights of the cities really do more for me.
Finally I can see my own kind burning.
