>*The computer is the main source of light in this dark room, it is very neat and minimalist, a small display of books and a corner for a punching bag are hanging, the day is beautiful and bright outside, but the shutters at the window do not allow any sunlight to intrude. Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's songs of forgiveness is playing in the background. In front of the computer is a large man, clearly muscular, wearing a pair of glasses and a bald head with steely blue eyes. On the computer screen there is google chrome open with only several tabs opens, one is the JIDF dashboard page, and the other are 4chan /pol/, /int/, /fit/, /gif/, reddit, youtube, blacked.com, spotify with Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's album streaming to a nearby stereo.*
>"Ugh..." *Cobson, usually so full of vitality and energy, was acting a bit despondant, a bit tired, as it were.*
>"Stupid fucking chuds, they're so fucking retarded just like the niggers that fuck my wife, if they smoked dank ass weed they'd fucking realize all white males deserve to die or become sissified then raped then die together with every white whore, hopefully to death by impalement from mighty BBCs"
>"Agh, but I can't understand it too well myself, actually. I mean, Jews with capital J are the reason why blacks are even making a comeback and why porn is so readily available to let me goon endlessly and satisfy my sissy fantasies... but to kill beautiful brown muslims, even if it is necessary to make them migrate into euro countries just seems to extreme, it makes me so sad, surely there's a better way that can optimize brown on white murder/rape"
>*Cobson falls into deep rumination, his hand holding his chin as he closes his eyes and thinks, it's a large task after all, even if he found the solution, he would have to make it palatable to the Jews, who, if anything, have little to no reason to listen to Cobson, after all if anyone is superior to white people it is Jews with all of their biological failings and misshaps, that have taken control over the world through infiltrating the banking system and the elite. Yes, even as dysgenic Jews are, they are still our betters*
>*Cobson thinks, and thinks, and thinks. And thinks some more*
>*There is no solution, and Cobson cannot find any answer, and begins to even find his tasks of the JIDF meaningless*
>*As he opens his eyes he notices that something is wrong. The computer is turned off even without his prompting, and his room though familiar, is different. Outside, the day is a little red as if the sun had been setting with a sky full of clouds - out of season- Cobson notices*
>"Hmm, I must have fallen asleep"
>*But Cobson is disturbed by something he can't quite grasp, and he so decides to go out for a walk to clear his mind*
>*As Cobson walks out of his house he notices everything is different*
>"Wha-..." *He looks around, his home, a traditional american home, is surrounded in a large city quite different than its original location*
*Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's love is a stream album is streaming from somehwere distant, but Cobson cannot pinpoint where.*
>"I must be dreaming" - said Cobson- "But it all looks too real, and I can't force myself awake, wake up! wake up!"
>*After much pinching and running and spinning and jumping, Cobson realizes that he is not in a dream - not one he can wake up willingly from, at least, so he decides to take this chance instead to explore this unfamiliar land*
>*After walking for a while he comes across a shop, the words written on top of it are in Hebrew but he figures it must be some kind of butcher's shop, he looks at the meat and he realizes it looks too strange and thats when it strikes him*
>"H..Hands...? those are human hands...? human limbs...?"
>*Cobson is speechless and astonished, he cannot believe what he's seeing even if it isn't real, but it feels too real. Cobson turns away, too agitated to do anything, his legs give in and he has to support himself with one hand on a nearby wall, and thats when he hears a scream*
>"Wha-what?"
>*Cobson looks at the distance and he sees a bunch of blacks gangraping a poor blonde women, on what looks to be like a performance act in conjunction with Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's poverty playing, but the blacks are brutalizing this woman, making it look real, and it is real for they are now tearing her apart and her screams of horror are something he's intimately familiar with, so much that they can't be fake, aside from the obvious gore-raping that's occurring*
>"What the fuck..."
>*He just notices a bunch of men wearing yamulkas cheering and laughing as they watch*
>"Yes goy you fucking nigger goy, yes kill her, maim her, kill that fucking nazi, make her pay for the holocaust and for all their evil antisemitic crimes such as denying us our ancestors fucking right to rape and eat children"
>*At this point, Cobson is too excited, and so he runs away and escapes into a nearby building since it has all become too much to handle*
>*He is in a large room now, Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's bloodstream sermon is playing, and, standing at the center is a rectangular table, large enough to accomodate perhaps 12 guests, it is surrounded by people wearing traditional Jewish indumentary, some of them looking like well respected Rabbis and very homely Jewish matrons. It could be a simple feast perhaps involving one of the traditions of these Peoples... at the top of a table is a young fair child, the perfect image of a cherub with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, he is naked and crucified, looking confused and scare. Then, it begins*
>*Every person grabs a matzo and a knife, and gets near the boy and stabs the boy around the stomach and chest, clearly practiced stabs for they bleed the child without killing him, the wails are suffocating and then a true feast begins, the Peoples here begin to eat and suck and their fingers are soon full of blood, the room is full of noisy music, and they are laughing at the child while enjoying their meal. Cobson is speechless, stunned, at this point he cannot do anything but help stare.*
>*And suddenly, a figure enters the room from a corner, he, (or is ita she? it is hard to tell), should be around 8 foot tall and is very slender, yet walks with a contorted gait that is somehow also graceful when combined with its appareance, its skin is reddish or pinkish or somehwere between, and his head is full of small horns everywhere. It turns towards Cobson and stares at him in his eyes, it takes a Matzo, and also seasons it with the child's blood, who is now stopped wailing and is instead just barely hanging on to his own consciousness, or so Cobson would think if he could think at this point.*
>*The Being walks towards him, and chips a piece of the bloody Matzo and feeds it to Cobson, Cobson chews one bite, two bites, and then is fully masticating his food in earnest until swallowing it. The Being smiles, and touches Cobson in the face, holding his chin in his hand, Cobson who is a large man himself is still dwarfed by this Being in terms of height, and the Being stares even deeper to his eyes, a combination of a red iris with a yellow pupil, Cobson cannot do anything*
>"Oh, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck??? was it a dream? it was a dream, but it was real. Oh my science, it was so real, but how can it be real? what's going on, oh Yakub, please tell me, what did I just see?"
>"Whatever this vision was, I understand now, to think... all this time...
>*With renewed faith and vigor, Cobson wakes his computer and begins working harder for the JIDF, doing his part to ensure the future*
I didn't read the whole thing or even much of it but just now a mysterious light in my room right over my head freaked me out until I realized it was a firefly and put it outside
My favorite one was the one you posted the other day
