[Sticky] The Last White Superheroes
On a parallel Earth where whites have become a persecuted minority subject to government programs designed to destroy them socially, culturally, and physically, a once revered team of white superheroes struggles to maintain a semblance of unity despite constant internal strife and a grudging acceptance that the state it's sworn to protect has become its mortal enemy. When an immensely powerful being goes on a non-white killing spree, members of the team are sent to stop it but soon find themselves wondering whether instead they should lend it a helping hand.
This book started out as a short story I was going to include in Across the Street and on the Corner and Other Forbidden Racist Tales, but then it grew into a novella that grew into a novel that grew into a series of novels. Although its length has changed, its purpose has always been the same: to offer white fans of superhero comics a racially potent alternative to the SJW crap that passes for superhero comics today.
The Last White Superheroes is a violent book. I mean really violent. Blood gushes, bones go snap, crackle, and pop, and steaming innards spill like Heineken in a bikers' bar. Had this been a movie, it would have been slapped with an NC-17 rating and an Aussie R-rating. If you're the least bit squeamish, this book is not for you. It also contains a sprinkling of salty language. I'm no fan of expletives, but as blacks and, alas, whites use this crude verbiage in real life, I decided to include a bit of it hither and yon to ground the story in reality. Well, as grounded in reality as a story about people who can dead lift the Great Pyramid of Giza and shoot matter-annihilating beams from their eyes can be.
Why am I writing (haven't finished it yet) a sanguinary book like this? Is it an insidious attempt by me to get White Nationalists imprisoned by encouraging them to whack the nearest Jew or darky? Nope. This book errs on the side of bloodshed because I wanted to explore the subject of white-on-non-white violence, a subject so taboo that not even people in Christian Identity dare discuss it in public lest the cops come and take them away, a very real and understandable fear. So why explore such a taboo topic at all? Because violence, of the deadly variety, employed by people not of our race is headed inexorably our way. Just ask white farmers living in South Africa. There will come a time when we will have no choice but to kill the aliens in our lands or let them kill us. That time is not now, but it is rapidly approaching. The Holy Spirit and neon-lit warning signs will alert us when it has arrived. This book is about the vital necessity of preparing for the day when the racial war against whites, which has been raging for years, is openly declared by the Jews and the race traitors and what happens when it catches us unawares. More importantly, it's about the racial and spiritual awakening that must take place in our people for us to be victorious.
Some final notes.
This is the first and the last in a series of books. How can it be both? Because it's a story told in reverse order. Thus the climactic part of it is presented first. There is method to my madness here, but you'll have to wait till I've posted all of this final installment before you learn about it. Explanatory notes, other explanatory notes, not these explanatory notes, will reveal all. As this is the last book, the book that ties up all the loose ends begun in the previous books, books that haven't been posted or even written yet, it contains references to people, places, and especially events that will be a mystery to you, the dear reader. But don't dismay, because this installment has enough narrative gas to get you to the end of your journey without having to keep pulling over to figure out what the hell is going on.
You're sure to encounter a few typos, plot holes, continuity errors, and grammatical and punctuation goofs in this, penultimate draft. They will be gone in the final draft, I pray.
I shall post a new chapter every week. But don't count on it. Deadlines have kicked my butt on more occasions than I care to remember.
The Last White Superheroes is aimed solely at whites outside the pro-white movement. Young whites. The aging demographic that populates much of our movement, certainly the Christian Identity segment of it, ought to be cause for concern, since tomorrow belongs to the young, not embittered white racists in their twilight years. As an embittered white racist who's in his twilight years, I know whereof I write. We need to work and pray toward a major demographic shift that will see more people below the age of 40 in the movement than people over the age of 40. This is my small contribution toward making that much-needed demographic shift happen.
"Whitley’s Whizzbang Carnival", the latest chapter in the saga of The Last White Superheroes, is now available for your downloading pleasure. Here’s a brief excerpt:
Anthropomorphic animals, a buoyant bear, a whimsical wolf, a decorous dog, and a recalcitrant rabbit, cavorted around him.
He was lying on a narrow, uncomfortable bed—an army cot—that smelled of unwashed socks, taking in an airy room that would have echoed with the joyful squeals of children when its paint was unfaded and its plaster uncracked.
A man stood at the end of the cot. A tall, bearded man. A tall, bearded man in a white suit who looked like a young Colonel Sanders. The man’s shoulders were sufficiently broad to necessitate his walking sideways through a door of standard width. He stared down at Brett with eyes that could pierce the Earth’s core. Yet he stared benignly.
"The Road to Racism", the latest chapter in the saga of The Last White Superheroes, is now available for your downloading pleasure. Here’s a brief excerpt:
A musk-colored Toyota Landcruiser with chrome mags tore into the gas station, horn blasting, and yipped to a halt a heart attack away from the old man as he returned the pump nozzle to its cradle. He flinched and doddered into the side of his SUV. High on crack, a young afro-haired black woman exploded out of the Landcruiser and fired an urban dictionary’s worth of foul language point blank into his face. How dare he block her access to the #$&@% diesel pump!
Charles froze with indecision. His garrulous passenger would not sit idly by while the black woman harassed an elderly, frightened white male. He had to save the woman from herself. But if he whisked her away to safety at super speed, he might alert a battery of spy satellites to his location. And his passenger's. That could be catastrophic.
“Thanks for the Memories”, the latest chapter in the saga of The Last White Superheroes, is now available for your downloading pleasure. A word of warning: this chapter contains adult content.
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