The Last Solution

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THE LITE BEFORE THE JEWK

Placed in the water and thus in the food, no matter whether slaughtered or grown, walked, crawled or swam, the water put it everywhere. If you ate, if you drank, if you just lived you were exposed and therefore infected, your DNA was altered, very little physical pain…it was called the JEWK (Global Eugenic Culling).

Thomas Finn, a slender broad shouldered, brown haired, hazel eyed young man was born of visually black parents; though, Thomas was lite enough to pass, lite enough to still be alive, just lite enough. Thomas knew he was lite enough outside, but was he lite enough inside or was he to be the last, what the world called the Eu-Lottos, tomorrow’s symbiotic parents.

Before the JEWK, Thomas’s parents lived a middle-class existence, blue collar types. Robert Finn, Thomas’s father was born to Gene and Joan Finn, a rented land farmer and a domestic aunt, both orphaned and each clearly deeply mulatto each were said to have “just a little nigger around the finger tips”. Robert was a municipal employee; he worked in the City’s public works department. He was a crew chief for the pipe line crew, back in the day they were called ditch diggers, Robert was well liked and affable. He was known to be politically opinionated and openly hostile in defense of minority rights, but non-the less Robert was not just liked, he was respected, in his community and on the job. His friends and family saw him as a fair and good person.

Rosa was Robert’s wife, a strikingly beautiful women, long rolling curls, naturally lite brown with hints of near blond, hazel almond shaped eyes, she was a smooth dark skinned and statuesque women, her European facial features gave ample hint to her mixed lineage, Rosa was an exotic, she looked like no one. She worked as a school nurse at the local high school, Eastmont High, the home of the Fighting Irish. She was born intellectually gifted, but lived in what the world calls crippling poverty. The kind of poverty that kills futures; cancer cures, great mathematical genius and uncommon intellect, all retarded and made unable to bloom fully.

Rosa’s mother, Barbara Anne, at just twelve years, left home as a runaway, escaping verbal and physical abuse from her mother along with constant random beatings from her father, both her parents were black as biblical sackcloth. Barbara left Arkansas with fifteen dollars and a one-way bus ticket to Chicago she made it as far as St. Luis. The moment Barbara stepped off the bus during a bathroom break, Sweets charmed her, took her, fed her and turned her out. Within a couple weeks she was working as a prostitute, in two months she was serving as a party favor for arranged sex romps. Sweets, her pimp, her lover, her jailer allowed men to act out any fantasy and Black Butter, her name for those who used her, knew her place, but more importantly her roll. At eighteen Black Butter became knocked, probably by one of her white tricks or one of her wealthy, powerful party men. One of these faceless men is Rosa’s unknown biological father.

Rosa was attracted to Robert’s laugh and Robert, as often proclaimed by Robert, was attracted to Rosa’s everything. The love between these two made more sense than wet water, at least that’s what Thomas heard from his me-maw Butter as they sat on the stoop together and sometimes watched his parents walk home together from the bus stop.

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FAMILY HATE WHO YOU ARE?

It was not until the third day of September 2021 that the pandemic was proven to be race genetic specific. No surprise to those in black and Asian groups around the globe, where 80-95% of these groups were being affected, but it did shock the core of non-black, non-Asian families all over the world, shocked because close to 35% of non-black/Asian groups were also being affected.

In late September 2021 a “global message” was sent across several social media platforms in several languages. The message was just a short paragraph titled The Last Solution and claimed to be from the true and rightful heirs and protectors of earth and signed by William Simmons Jr., calling himself the Grand Ruler, of Unified Earth. Thomas read this over and over hating every word, he imagined that one day he would confront William Simmons Jr., that would be the day he would choak the breath from his body just as he was responsible for taking the life from all his people.

THE LAST SOLUTION

We the true people, heirs and protectors have done that which is ordained by our very existence. We have exercised our unalienable responsibility to award this planet the Last Solution. We have gifted our species a means for the eradication of the parasitical that have flourished and crept to bastardize WE THE TRUE. We move to craft a pathway for the ordained symbiotics, those that are the chosen ones. We are the guardians of mother earth; we pledge all that we are to her and sacrifice all required for her. As the chosen ones we take no elation in The Last Solution, the Global Eugenic Culling, but we take pride in our duty to protect and serve her, we give and she returns, she gives and we return, we are the symbiotics, we are the chosen ones. Only the pure symbiotics are worthy, so we pray for those irretrievable, through no fault of their own, though they look like us, they are not us, they have been claimed and therefore damned and we accept that gift. Yet we rejoice in those who also through no fault of their own, though they do not look like us, they can be us, the mother has given them a pathway back, so they can produce a lineage that are symbiotics and therefore can add to us. Your culling, for those parasitical ones, will be quick, take pride in your sacrifice, we shall exalt your life’s blood we have taken and you have given for our mother. Do not fight, the Global Eugenic Culling has begun, rest in peace your parasitical existence is near over, to the chosen symbiotics stand back and stand by our time of triumph, work and eternal rein is at hand.

William Simmons Jr.

Grand Ruler, of Unified Earth

The true and rightful heirs and protectors of earth

One Earth Under our Mother

JEWK Death was quick, progressive muscle weakness presented in the first twenty-four hours, in the end patients had no ability to move, from the onset patients were shrouded with extreme lethargy, at the second twenty-four-hour mark, patients presented sudden cascading failure of all major organs. Most died at home or on the streets.

Thomas saw his whole neighborhood fall dead within a week. Me-Maw Butter died in his arms. Near the end she asked Thomas to remove the small locket she kept on a silver chain around her neck, she instructed him to pry it open, it was a picture of a young blond haired white man a towhead. Me-Maw said, this is your grandfather, he was nice to me, he was my Bill. These were the last words Thomas heard from his Me-Maw Butter. As he cradled his Me-Ma’s lifeless head and shoulders, the picture fell to her breast, face down, on the back it read William Simmons Jr.