Foreword
Out of Hades arise dark orders of change, and justice and compassion will soon be a thing of the past. The dream of dominance, terror and new world order is to emerge. Democracy had become archaic and frail and was tragically on the brink of death with crutches as an ally. A pest rages on the island Atlantis and the year 2030.
Before it disappeared in the Atlantic Ocean, Atlantis was situated west of Gibraltar’s Straits. A thousand years later, it emerged between North and South America – sandwiched as a weak stepping-stone to either continent. San Pedro lies nearest. There are several islands in that part of the area known as El Dorado Straits.
The inhabitants of Atlantis are of various skin colours. Pink is the predominant colour among its citizens, symbolizing privilege, prestige and power, to name but a few.
Es lebe der Satan chants a circle of noble, pink knights who hope, coming late autumn, to set up autocracy with overwhelming victory at the ballot box. A pest arrives in time to lend a helping hand to the noble, pink trolls on the island’s most historical moment.
The “death to democracy” crusade will get support from trolls and pink sympathisers from all walks of life. There are idealistic youths who long for an authoritarian leader. It’s an emotional thing for them. They want to be part of the new order where brains don’t count, and equality is bullshit.
Some elderly folks turn a blind eye to the horrors of the past, orchestrated by autocrats with an iron-fist. Misguided Earthlings of yellow, darker-than-blue and brown take pride in being colour-blinded. There are complaints about the democratic system that delivers empty promises to the masses.
“There’s no more sunshine in our mundane lives, no more hope and no more glory,” laments a pink middle-aged woman with high rosy cheeks and black lipstick that accentuates her brunette hair that falls to her waist. She wears a navy blouse tucked into a black leather skirt short enough to reveal the top of her lace stockings, matched by her red, high-heeled shoes. Bitterness and despair are issues, she moans. She is not alone but in the company of a well-dressed woman with arms that swing as if marching. Maybe she is a friend or a relative, perhaps her mother.
The chatty woman pipes up again with a note of despair. “Are there any reasons to vote? Democracy is over; lost. But I will vote. We must. It’s important for the future, for freedom, for climate change.”
The older woman nods but remains silent, which suits her loquacious companion. The women walk past a pink homeless man sitting on a national park bench.
This middle-aged man, his hair and bearded greying in parts and wrinkles starting to form on his face, geared in a crumpled, ill-fitting suit that could be second-hand. He seems to urge everyone to talk and holds up a cardboard sign with Bad Capitalism - acts of violence. “Yes, many of us are at the societal bottom of the barrel, for we’re yet to master the art of a vicious social class struggle. The elite has it all, and the middle class gets most of the crumbs. And the common man, woman, youth, a child gets next to nothing. This country is democratic, although its twin brother is Capitalism. No wonder a change is looming on the horizon which knocks at the doors of freedom.”
In recent times, many pink middle-class teenagers have become voracious readers of Rudolf’s Struggle (penned in prison by a once-infamous dictator). Mr Rudolf speaks a foreign tongue but is long dead and buried – and may the good Lord bless his soul in the parlance of Christians. Although it may seem strange to social scientists, Rudolf is much glorified, and millions wish for his reincarnation.
Rudolf is known to have carried with him a sack of colossal dreams to reshape the whole world. As the myth would have it, he miraculously defies death. This godlike Homo sapiens flees to hills or mountains to save his neck. Then on the wings of a superman into voluntary exile, on some distant planet unknown to astronomers.
Two of Nietzsche’s books, The Will to Power and Beyond Good and Evil, deal with his moral views on human behaviour. With exceptions, Nietzsche seems to praise ‘what is evil and decrying what is good’ – according to an eminent colleague of his. Trolls devour these books and other Earthlings who boast of being critical and free of preconceptions. They admire Spartan discipline: the capacity to endure pain and suffering.
Whether trolls could be humans remains a matter of conjecture. But “there should be no doubt,” argues a yellow historian of much repute, “that trolls are Homo sapiens.” This distinguished scholar has in mind some liberal historians who tend to label trolls as “aliens” on Atlantis. That said, trolls can be annoyingly uninteresting: babbling on about pink superiority, pretending to be God’s Chosen Few, and more grandiosity.
Trolls are bent on becoming masters over ordinary inhabitants of Atlantis: namely, darker-than-blue, brown, yellow, and impoverished pink.
A high-ranking troll has openly expressed the desire to reintroduce “human bondage” to the darker-than-blue peoples of Atlantis. This idea has even reached President DeeDee. The pink President says he is not a troll and is not interested in the suggestion. But, at a second glance, that did not prevent the President from instructing his economic advisor to prepare a secret report on the feasibility of implementing bondage labour – a euphemism for hell on earth. According to political pundits, this could merely be a conspiracy propagated by pink liberals, pink socialists to get perhaps the darker-than-blue votes.
Eugenics is popular again. Such scientists pride themselves on judging Earthlings by the “glorified spectrum” of colours, facial features, and I.Q.
The panel of experts appointed by President DeeDee is still working on whether non-pink human beings should receive Homo sapiens classification. And it is not yet clear when the report will be released.
It is still worth noting since humankind climbed the millennia-old evolutionary, preconceptions about all colours except for pink have become the scapegoat. Social historians assume this tendency resurfaced during the Enlightenment in the late 17th and 18th centuries. Other historians believe this propensity may have resurfaced with the advent of North Atlantic slavery.
People who are darker-than-blue, brown, and yellow have been the target for discrimination, racist insults, and more throughout human history. But with the rise of North Atlantic slavery, the tendency became absurd. Of course, it is not colour per se, as most historians argue, that “it had more to do with ancestral beliefs, myths, and ideology”. However, pink pigmentation would become a colour non-pink people envy or admire. People of pink were geniuses in art and science and technology. In brief, pink people are superior in almost every way. Some darker-than-blue mothers and fathers became embarrassed by their offspring’s question: “Why aren’t you pink, mama, daddy? Why am I darker-than-blue or brown or almost pink, but black?”
A chorus or refrain echoes from beyond hills and mountains:
“We are the heirs of Greek and Roman culture” through the sheer beauty of skin colour, facial features and more. It has become the cry of trumpets of Superman-esque trolls.
