A New York Nightmare(fiction?)

As we flew through the cloudbank, and the plane turned left, we saw the Statue of Liberty emerge from the haze, beckoning us to the Big Apple, the greatest city on earth, the center of all that is American and all the freedoms that are holy to Americans, the second American capitol in 250 years.

The new twin towers were majestic, 400 stories and made from pure titanium, and Swarovski crystal windows, and as we closed in on the brand new New York Megaport, we could see the runway rising up to greet us like an old friend, the tires chirping gently as our Space X Skyship touched down and slowly entered the climate controlled terminal.

We had been in Paris only 30 minutes earlier, and as we took off from that lost cause of a place, we could see the fires burning from the gypsy camps and towns of the muslim hordes that encircled the once gleaming French city like a ring of fire.

Paris was now an island of shaky peace in an endless expanse of squalor and suffering that the entirety of Europe had become.

Our trip to do what amounted to begging the French President to let the US step in and relieve Europe’s last safe enclave from the muslim ghettoes that now covered every patch of available land across Europe but Paris, had failed.

We could see the 300 foot long bursts of fire from the massive flamethrowers surrounding Paris that kept the hordes at bay.

The stench of burning flesh and goat kebabs was a persistent reminder of how this little husk of a city could only survive with air dropped food and supplies, and gasoline for the flamethrowers.

We didn’t tell them, but our flight was the last, and soon their food and gasoline would be cut off and the city would be overtaken the same way the entire European landscape had been over the last decade of death and mayhem.

Within a few weeks everyone in Paris would be dead, and Europe would be a memory of failed socialist policies and endless muslim migration.

Our gleaming and surprisingly silent hyperjet taxied towards the boarding port, and we deboarded.

Even through the air conditioned tunnel we smelled the flowers that had been planted around the airport for the annual flower festival that celebrated the great culling.

This was the recent period where the United States had risen back from near extinction, after exterminating 20 million people of all types, criminals, illegal aliens, countless corrupted politicians and officials, and every single muslim that had ever soiled it’s hallowed ground.

Tribunals decided who went, and waves of human filth and evil doers were sent without recourse to their watery graves somewhere a few hundred miles west of the Azores.

But there was a dark secret.

The giant cargo ships that they sailed away in never got to the lands they came from, or the destinations they were told they were on the way to.

When these floating purgatories reached the middle of the Atlantic, the crews simply boarded a helicopter as the ships were scuttled by preset explosive charges and sent to the bottom of the sea with every vile and pernicious character gasping for air and grasping for some sort of floating debris to await the bite of hungry sharks that were already eating their fellow swimmers.

In one year the United States under the Emergency Citizen Threat Act, had removed every single threat to the safety of the peaceful law abiding people who deserved to stay.

There now was almost no crime, as the smallest crime resulted in immediate deportation for misdemeanors, and next day euthanasia for all greater offenses.

Deportation was as bad as euthanasia for all intents and purposes, but at least they got a few more days on a ship to gather their thoughts and muster some hope they would be able to start anew when they arrived at their final destination, which ironically was the wastelands of Northern Africa, for many this was a virtual death sentence in itself…slow wifi, shitty food, hard work, truly a sheer living hell.

As we entered the skyport, we were greeted by smiling concierges who ushered us to a beautifully decorated Japanese styled room with a huge laminated bamboo table covered with various delicacies and beverages to help us relax for our debriefing.

We removed our shoes and sat cross legged on big cushy pillows, eating and drinking like royalty as we shared our grim news for Paris, the last unconquered city in Europe, with the Secretary of State and her staff.

How did we get here?

A decade before, on a fateful November day, a radical communist muslim mayor had been elected in New York City.

In his first year he ran the city into the ground after appointing nothing but jihadist muslims to his staff.

They postured and planned for those four years, but were otherwise very stealthy in their motives.

But his second term, bolstered by super duper honest voting machines from Dominion, was even worse.

Trump was no longer president, the democrat voters, always the morons and retards, using those same machines from Dominion, had managed to elect Mayor Pete, who spent more time prancing around the white house in pink boxers with his husband, orgying with their band of male concubines, than running the country.

The switch to communism in NYC was nearly immediate, the city was closed off and within a few days the islamic state of New York was formed and thousands of New Yorkers died by beheading when they didn’t comply with Sharia Law.

The national guard watched helplessly as the bridges were dynamited into the rivers and attempts to send in seal teams met with a relentless barrage of ground to air rockets that ripped the helicopters from the sky and Ak-47 fire sent their inflatable boats to the bottom of the Hudson and East rivers.

The city was under siege as was the whole country and the rest of the world at this point, with no solid US leadership to keep it all on the tracks.

Goats Gone Wild was the best selling pay per view that year, understandably.

Within a month, the ill equipped democrat packed federal government and the rainbow military that resulted from Mayor Pete’s fabulous appointments, couldn’t stop the growing numbers of islamic terror cells all around the country from bombing and murdering tens of millions of Americans.

Cailfornia was so bad and infested with jihadists, Mayor Pete in a fit of onanistic confusion, ordered three atomic bombs to be dropped on the helpless state, killing over 20 million surviving Californians and a hundred thousand jihadists in a maelstrom of flames and radiation.

East of the Mississippi things were almost as bad, militias fought terror cells in every urban and rural setting, as jihadists released and enlisted millions of prisoners from max security prisons to join their ranks.

America was aflame and in chaos, 333 million were reduced to less than 170 million in three years, as the military that had been seized and controlled by a radical muslim army overran the Pentagon in three days.

DC was flattened by bombing from our own planes piloted by islamic terrorists, and the only thing that stopped it all was they ran out of things to blow up.

St Peter knew his new arrivals, the Buttgieg administration, were caught off guard, helpless and more devoted to lgbt+ rights and placating them, than it was being prepared for the onslaught of the muslim hordes that now were firmly in control of all of the big blue cities and virtually every nation on the planet.

But he still sent them all to hell anyways.

Our military resisted a little, but now full of drag queens and trans soldiers, it floundered at every turn, beaten back with ease by the possessed jihadists.

It was almost too late.

Suddenly, a hero emerged, with a solution that could not even be remotely imagined by any stretch of the mind, and as usual it was a huge success.

Elon Musk had been working behind the scenes deep underground on something special he had hoped he never needed.

It was a sort of time machine, but one that could teleport entire cities anywhere the coordinates were set to.

He had stumbled across some alien technology while working with NASA and built several of these truck sized devices in extreme secrecy.

They had been rolled unceremoniously out of the hangars and went to work right away.

These devices had originally been meant to relocate city sized ships full of aliens across vast galactic distances, but Elon in his always humorous and crafty way, devised a very unique weapon instead from the detailed plans written in Zeta Reticulan glyphs.

He also amassed an army of fighters from some of the Texas towns that weren’t quite overrun yet, and under his guidance, they set about to teleporting entire towns of muslims with their headquarters and equipment, straight into low earth orbit.

The devices were a smashing success, LEO was far enough away to permanently negate the threat while offering the fastest recovery time for the power supplies that ran the devices.

And it was kind of funny watching it all unfold on the SpaceX satellite cameras he had been putting up there for decades.

Before the new capitol the muslims had created in MacDill AFB in Tampa, Florida could even break its first month of existence, it and every muslim in and on it was teleported into space, where their lifeless carcasses fell slowly and satisfyingly back into the atmosphere, to be vaporized along with every thing they had mustered up on the base, and a billion square feet of earth it once sat on.

The sky was alight for days with flashes and a odd glow as one after another liberal blue cities and everything in them all around the world, including their unlucky muslim and pronoun obsessed liberal inhabitants, fell back to earth and ignited like paper in a blast furnace.

So here we were discovering that what had saved our country, could be used to save the world, as every continent was systematically wiped clean of the muslims and liberals who had infiltrated and forcefully taken them over.

Elon’s brutally effective weapons left mile wide craters where cities full of interloping muslims once stood after every non muslim person who once lived there did their best to flee as far away from the usurpers as they could.

That instinct to escape had saved millions from being wiped off the face of the earth and the muslims who celebrated decadently in the streets of the cities they had taken over were repeatedly disapppeared into a hazy blue cloud of eerily glowing mist after each teleportation.

The only place where muslims still existed was Europe, and the EU had waffled and refused the weapon’s use, while basking in their own demise because they were all so virtuous and didn’t feel using it was humane.

And smack in the countryside of France stood the last bastion of non muslim inhabitance in the whole of Europe.

Paris was where they went to ride it out hoping the muslims would retreat or stop their cleansing of infidels, but there they were, trapped inside their once great city, being picked off a dozen at a time each new day, killed by hand by roving bands of gypsies shouting curses and stabbing with sharpened chicken bones, who simultaneously braved the firey breath of the mighty flamethrowers.

The EU really fucked up this time.

The decision was made as we feasted on fresh lobster and drank fine Prosecco, “it has to be done” I thought to myself as I grabbed another scoop of caviar from the basketball sized dish in front of me.

“Easiest debriefing ever”, the secretary of state’s assistant quipped as she made the call.

The fleet of ships was in the dozens, and it sailed stealthily toward Europe, the three teleporters standing proud on the blustery wind whipped deck of the USS Gerald Ford.

As the fleet approached the shores of Normandy, once the site of a great liberation a hundred years before, the humming of the Element 147 reactors ramped up, anchors dropped, and in a flash Paris was gone, a steaming crater all that remained in its place.

Gypsies and muslims scattered everywhere, as old knitted blankets and hijabs fluttered in the hurricane force winds, and the powerful yet silent 1.5 Hz whoomping of the teleportation wave machines blanketed all the lands from Spain to Russia until there was nothing but bedrock left.

The French had been prewarned as a generous gift even after their haute taute rebuffing of our US entourage, and a lucky handful had escaped to the water’s edge.

The prosecco had softened us up I guess.

Seal teams were easily mowing down jihadists and gypsies on the beach, with seabees loading the French escapees into boats to be brought safely back to the US.

The message rang in my earpiece from the Admiral of the fleet, “should we finish it sir?”

A quick glance at President Trump and I knew it was on.

“Do it, we can’t have this happening ever again” I replied.

Within a few hours, a new ocean had formed where Europe once was, water rushing into the gaping chasm left when the continent was sent in fifty square mile chunks to somewhere it would never return from, Jupiter, where to the delight of astronomers back home, the flashes from the impacts lasted for weeks on the surface of the gas giant.

Islam was gone, eradicated the only way it could effectively be, sent to space.

Half the world’s population was dead and gone as the US, under Trump’s sudden and triumphant reelection, and after the timely vaporizing of the Buttgieg administration in DC, rebuilt quickly.

We all had learned a valuable lesson about electing communist muslims into government, one for the ages.

BA