THE REPUBLIPHANT AT THE END OF THE WORLD 07

FOR two days days, we have journeyed towards a new
place,
place – remote and very different from the
last. The path ahead is marked by an ever growing
ever‐growing number of telephone poles and
electric wires. This road that we travel is
littered with the those displaced from by the destruction
of the Metropolis in twilight, that
no longer exists, looking to find a
new home. These people now make their way, like as do
we, towards the land of the Suburbian Syndicate, there
situated at the end of the world. For it It is said that
this place, built by the men who wished to
withdraw from the reality of their condition, is
the last great bastion of the so-called West. so‐called
‘West’. This retreat, called a suburb, built
on a cliff, towers above that old eastern desert,
filled with the bones of the Aryan youth. There
in that sand pit, pit fit for devils, lie the remains
of children of the European continuum. An
unlikely grave for an Aryan, there in the motherland of
the Semite.

It is said rumored that this the Suburbian Syndicate, Syndicate
harbors a doomsday cult, cult that worships a titan
called the Republiphant. A We pass through a
multitude of well maintained
lawns, ordained identical houses lined with
well‐maintained lawns and plastic trees,
hedgerows, and houses
that all bear the same shape are seen, white picket fences as we draw
ever further into this suburbia. Here, nearly
everything is adorned with my red, white and
blue. Patriotism is everywhere on display, display –
from the stickers on the backs of vehicles, to
the ribbons tied around the telephone poles. Know
this, though things here seem pleasant, in truth
there are sinister undertakings afoot. Rider,
look here here, at this sign. It bears an image of the
Suburbian Senator with a Semitic Gremlin, from
the desert below,
which clings clinging to his shoulder. It reads, The
image reads simply, “Remember our eternal
alliance.” Behind them, a picture of those two
great twin towers in flames, before they
collapsed and were made into dust. That image, which was image –
burned into the eyes of my countrymen, countrymen – will
serve well as a memetic key to unlock my inner
chaos.

Finally we make our way to the center of this
citizen’s paradise, at the very edge of the
cliffs, where stands a massive Romanesque temple,
circled
encircled by a large audience, is audience undergoing some
type of ceremony. There above the steps of the
temple, standing at the podium, lies stands the Suburbian
Senator with a Semitic Gremlin, from
the desert below, clinging to Gremlin perched on his
shoulder. The Senator calls out, “My fellow suburbians,
Suburbians, it brings me no joy to inform you, you of
this, but that great
Metropolis, Metropolis which housed so
much evil, evil has finally been annihilated from this
world.” The audience cries out in terror. The
Senator speaks
up once more, “However, do not
fear, for we need only to maintain our pact with
our friends from the desert below, below and we shall
conserve both our lives and our lawns.” lawns!” Faces
in the audience instantly change from fear to
overwhelming joy and laughter, as they cry out in
ecstasy. The Semitic Gremlin, whose smile
betrays all innocence, leans into the ear of the
Senator and whispers something. In a moment, the
Senator lets out, “Are there any young men
today, who would give up his life for freedom?”
Suddenly a voice is heard from the back of the
crowd. A young man, standing with his all-too-Americana
all‐too‐Americana white southern family,
speaks, “For the love of liberty, I would will give
my life today, so that freedom may endure
forever.” The audience claps, so as to maintain
the momentum of their routine. ritual. The young man hugs
his family and then, to our horror, he walks off
the side of the cliff. We run to the edge, only
to witness his body hit the rocks below. Just as
he is made no more, the audience begins singing,
“Lord we shall prevail, Lord we shall
prevail.”

Rider, this mutilation of the European vine has
gone on for too long. I have brought you here, so
that with your aid, we may tear down this system
of evil. However, it has been said to me, me by those
who carry the remains of the National Socialist banner,
banner that it will be impossible to dislodge my
countrymen from this cult. That until the Nothing
makes its way further into this region, my
compatriots will maintain their illusions of
conservatism and a false sense of
security, security under
the shadow of a red titan. Some used to say, back
at my old pub, that we should harness the power
of this titan, the Republiphant. That we could
use it as a weapon to dispel the Semitic curse. I
shall disregard both positions. For here today, I
aim to kill the titan itself. If it can be
destroyed completely, then perhaps my countrymen
can be made free of this black-hearted black‐hearted Semitic
sorcery. Verily, the Nothing will come,
regardless of their illusions.

We make our way in front of the crowd, between
their eyes and the Gremlin and its puppet
politician. As the crowd continues to chant in
their hypnotic state, I call out to them,
“Brothers, sisters, my countrymen. countrymen! You who hold
freedom in your hearts, do you not see that we
have been tricked? That a terrible spell has been
put over you, allowing you to send your children
over cliffs, cliffs to a bastardized desert landscape,
filled with the most wretched of Being’s
creations? How do you fight for freedom, spilling
your blood for Semites, who wish to lord over the
world? Who daily remove the very freedom you
espouse
claim to love?” The crowd is made silent. The
Gremlin, still maintaining its smile, leans over
and whispers into the Senators ear. Suddenly the
Senator calls out, “Here, at the forum, we
appreciate all political speech. However, this is
not election season. If you wish to change
anything about this paradise, paradise that we have made,
you must simply run for office. Now, son, please
remain quiet as we continue our procession.”

I begin to laugh as I state, “I am not here to
vote or be made a puppet. If these people were
not bombarded by the Semitic spell, which forces
a pernicious illusion, then surely any sacred
clown could win an election against a eunuch
Semitic puppet, puppet such as yourself.” The Senator
scowls as the Gremlin leans to whisper in his ear
once more. I call out to the Gremlin, “I know
why you aided the Mohammedan ghoul, ghoul in his
machinations, there on that September day. day in
2001. It was
just to be an anchor, another anchor. Another means to
keep this people tied to your desert, to fulfill
your ambitions. And I know why you aimed to
destabilize the entirety of that the desert world you
came from. How could it be for anything less than
Lebensraum? For Israel is reborn. She has slept
for two thousand years and now she awakes,
hungry, ready to feed in plenty.” feed.”

The Gremlin’s smile fails as fear makes way. It
pauses for a moment then leans in to the puppet
politician’s ear. The Senator suddenly barks,
“Demon! This here, is the Antichrist! He has
come to signal His
arrival is a sign of the end times.” times!” The
audience cries out in fear, slowly backing away
from us. We reveal our daggers as I state, “The
Antichrist? We have come to erase Semitic myths,
not fulfill them.” All of a sudden, we begin to
hear In the rumblings of giant steps, coming our
way, distance, a rumbling
sound comes from inside the temple. Suddenly, Once, then
again, the sound of giant footsteps grows until,
lumbering out of the shadows, comes appears the
Republiphant. This red monstrosity, towering at
over 18 feet, with a giant’s body and the head
of an elephant, bends ducks down to move and slip fit through the
final columns as it walks out of the temple, temple –
to meet us for sacred combat.

Rider, know this, the Republiphant was first used
in the American Civil War. It is said to have
wiped out entire regiments alone. That canon by itself, back when
Atlanta met the Nothing. Even cannon fire can not
pierce its thick skin. Verily, it was
there when Atlanta met the Nothing. Today, we shall endeavor
to resume the battle of Appomattox; and this
time, win it for good. The Republiphant begins
walking towards us. Rider, focus. Remember what
we learned in the storm on the Heights of
Circumspection. Now is the moment we must unleash
that hatred. Now is the time to manifest the
chaotic. I think of those twin towers that once
symbolized my fatherland’s prosperity, and the
cruelty of their fate. Our grips tight on our
daggers, we blast with raging speed, like
lightning unleashed. I do not believe the monster
expected such momentum, for it does nothing as I
run up the side of its arm, leaping across as my
dagger slashes its eye. It screams in pain, as I
land close beneath near its legs. Rider, be careful. A single
blow from such a colossal opponent could prove
deadly. The titan raises up its leg and brings
it down with such force, force that even though we
manage to dodge, we are not spared from its
impact, as and we are both thrown to the ground. We
quickly return to our feet. With wicked speed, I
leap into the air once more. However, more but I am caught by
its massive arm, as and it swats me away like an insect.
Suddenly
insect, and I am hurled flung across the street, finally
making impact with the side of a car, crushing in
the door and window. The Republiphant begins
charging in my direction. Perhaps it was a little
ambitious, to meet a creature like this in its
own home? I pull myself from the tangled wreck
just in time to miss being crushed by this the
titan’s tusks. The Republiphant’s face, now
lodged into the side of the vehicle, gives me the
opportunity I need, need as I make my way up its back
and attempt to stab it in its spine. As I plunge my
dagger down but it is stopped by this pachyderm
and its the
pachyderm’s natural resilience. For our blades Blades are
useless against such a creature’s thick skin.
The Republiphant finally dislodges its tusks from
the side of the car, throwing me once again high
into the air. Luckily, I manage to land on my
feet, some steps from where you stand, rider.

The red titan, titan turns to look at us. Its us, its hand
holding its eye, still gushing with blood. Then
suddenly we hear the Senator call cry out, “Come,
friends, let us aid our guardian! Do you not see
that he has been wounded?” From the crowd, who
still linger not too far, far away, comes a young
beautiful woman. She walks up to the colossus as
it looks to her. The Republiphant pauses for a
moment, then picks her up with a single hand. It
brings her close and opens its mouth. In an
instant, it devours her upper half, then swallows
while discarding her lower. Through some type of
malicious magic, the beast’s eye begins to heal
rapidly. In less than a few seconds the
Republiphant is once again ready for combat.

I call out to my people, “Brothers, please end
this madness!”, yet they only look on with
blank stares. The Republiphant begins charging
our way once again. more. Just before it makes impact, impact we are able
dive to side step the attack. This side, and this time the titan breaks smashes
through a telephone pole. Sparks fly as the
creature pulls rights itself back up. and turns to face us.
Rider, our daggers are of no use, but it appears
fate has given us the power opportunity to wield
lightning once more. Come, follow me. me! With great
speed we dart over to the next telephone pole and
await the beast. The Republiphant cries out and
once more begins its charge. Again with wicked
speed we
move dodge just before it delivers its fatal
blow. Once again the a telephone pole is snapped in
half and sparks are cast out in great number. Again we We
move to another pole, then another and another.
Eventually the entire battlefield is littered
with electrical wire wire, sparking and hissing. The
Republiphant launches out once more with a charge
but this time, as it makes its impact, it is
overwhelmed with catches
itself in the entanglement of wire, entangled wires, causing it to trip
and wrap itself up in them as it tumbles down.
Instantly, a flash blinds our eyes as the
colossus goes up, up like the 4th of July. As the
smoke clears, we see the titan lying on the ground
ground, smouldering. Sparks still letting out
here and there. The Republiphant’s skin now
bubbles, as boiling blood pours out from its eyes
and mouth. Well done, rider. I suppose we’ve
turned the old party into something less than
grand. The crowd begins to cry out and weep like
mad. The Senator, with the Gremlin whispering in
his ear, looks to his flock and yells, “What
are you waiting for you fools! You know what must
be done!” In an instant the citizens begin
hurling themselves off the cliff. A little girl
runs straight towards the edge, and just before
she jumps I seize her, but I can not stop the
others as I cry out, “Please, think of what
you’re doing!”
Suddenly after over After around a hundred or so
had leapt to their deaths, the Republiphant
begins to move its limbs. Slowly it rises to once
again tower above us. It lets out a great roar,
that must have been loud enough to hear for
miles. The Senator begins weeping as he screams
to his flock, “Revelation 8:7. The first angel sounded his trumpet,
sounded, and there came followed hail and fire mixed mingled
with blood, and it
was hurled down on they were cast upon the earth. A third of earth:
and the
earth was burned up, a third part of the trees were was burned up, and
all the green grass was burned up.”

Rider, I was in error to think we could tackle
this titan, here in the domain of its cult.
However, if we can strike down the Gremlin,
perhaps it will cause the curse to be broken. break this curse. I look to see
the Semitic creature screaming into the ear of
the Senator, “They can’t be seen working
together! They can’t be seen working
together!” I think to myself, who can’t be
seen working together? Then, out from the woods
near by,
nearby, we hear the gallop of a second colossus,
coming
racing towards our position. The trees begin to
give way left and right and then, suddenly, towering high
above, enters the Donkocrat, charging straight
forward. This four-legged four‐legged titan, even larger
than the Republiphant, must
have come be coming to the aid
of its sibling. Know this, this: though they are made
to appear to be enemies, they are both
fundamentally Semitic Glamim. There is little
time, rider, we must kill cut off the head of the
snake, before any more harm can come to my
countrymen. I instantly burst lunge towards the
Gremlin, which Gremlin that
clings on the puppet politician’s shoulder. I hurl
launch myself high into the air, with my
dagger’s blade in line with
this the Semitic
wretch’s throat. However, throat – but just before I can bring
the dagger to its target, the gigantic Donkocrat
bites down on my arm, then hurls me high into the
sky.

I feel tremendous

Tremendous pain shoots through me as I come
crashing down to the earth. Even though I manage
to land on my feet, I am immediately brought to
my knees. Suddenly I realize I have not only lost
my dagger, but my right arm as well. This is no
good, rider. Sacred clowns, clowns do better when they
have all their limbs intact. However, it No. It is of no
concern, as I believe my left hand alone could snap this
Gremlin’s neck. I begin running sprint up the stairs towards
the podium to meet my enemy, only to suddenly be
completely blown away as the Republiphant
captures me in its charge. Before I know it, I
am impaled on this monstrosity’s
husk. tusk. My body,
which up until this point had been completely
filled with hate, begins to let fear seep in. No,
I can’t allow a single second of doubt, of
cowardice. I begin punching the eye of the
Republiphant, with the only arm I have left, as I
hang skewered on its tusk.

The Republiphant grabs hold of my leg, so as to
pull me off. The pain becomes unimaginable, unimaginable as
its
husk tusk begins to tear through my organs. With
my other leg, I give out a great kick, piercing
directly into the left eye of the titan. The
Republiphant cries out in pain, as it yanks me
down, ripping both myself free from the husks, tusks, as
well as my leg free from myself. my body. I fall, but narrowly
catching
catch the edge of the cliff. There I hang with
one arm and one leg. The Republiphant looks down
at me with eyes burning of with hatred. It brings
its leg up once more, when suddenly, I see your
dagger, rider, flying in fly through the air, finally making and find its way into
mark in the right eye of the monstrosity. The
Republiphant cries out with terrible sound as its
leg comes crashing down, missing but it misses me,
causing the titan to hurl itself off the cliff.
Unfortunately, as it comes my way, the
Republiphant’s hand catches my crimson swastika
cloak and brings me down, as we both plummet to
the desert below …

…There ...

There is only black. Yet still, I have
consciousness. I manage to open a single eye. Ah,
yes, I remember now. The battle. I look down,
with what life I have left, at my remains and
surroundings. My body, now broken beyond repair,
lies
is dying, here in this graveyard not fit unfit for an
Aryan. Blood saturates this area like spilled
wine at an orgy. The beast lies next to me. It
does not appear to be healing. Perhaps it is
finally dead. Are you still up there, rider? Did
you get the Gremlin? Have we saved my countrymen?
Suddenly I see the fluttering of small wings
coming out of in
my pocket. Then Then, before my eyes,
flies out flies a
moth. I wonder, did you come all this way with
me, from that dreaded city in twilight,
that which no
longer exists? Go on, little one, and find a new
flame to chase. I suppose here and now I must
face death’s embrace. I pause and reflect, then
with the last pockets of air that have not been submerged,
submerged by the blood that ever fills my lungs, I
whisper, “…But “... But where is the fear?” I smile
as tears fall from my eyes. I look out and see
the Sun setting. I raise the only arm I have
left, to give the Sun a Roman salute. With my
last breath I whisper, “Thank you.” For right
then and there, I was a sacred clown, filled with
satisfaction.

My eyes shut and I sleep. Hours pass as I bake in
the hot sun, Sun, until finally it is night. How could can
it be, that I have not yet bled out? Why does my
spirit linger here? I look out, once again, at
the landscape that will be my tomb. It is
littered with so many of my people, who died here
for nothing, and for the Nothing. This is no
holy land. No, not for an Aryan. My body shakes,
as I feel death’s breath on my skin. My eyes
wander to the stars. A smile comes over me as
still the satisfaction lingers. Suddenly one of
the stars becomes brighter and brighter, until I
see her face, within the glimmering light. She,
who was made for me, whose ivory skin, skin glows like
the moon in the dark night. She, the guardian of
love, man’s natural cleric. Aphrodite, her
sweet name, slowly floats down to my dying body
and gently kisses my bloody lips. She holds my
face with both her hands, as she looks into my
eyes saying, “There is still work to be done,
my Sacred Clown, you child of Dionysus.
Therefore, you You are
not allowed to die, die yet.”