The Time War
By Gary LM Martin
Chapter 19: Mountain Lions with Latin Appetites
The Black White Supremacists:
Ken Larson was playing chess with Jamal.
"You know, Son, chess was invented by white people," said Ken.
"No it wasn't Dad," said Jamal, in an annoyed tone. "It was invented in India. Even I know that."
"But white people popularized it," Ken insisted. He wouldn't be denied. "They took it and made the game theirs. Just look at what a beautiful game it is." He was naturally playing the white side, while Jamal used the black pieces.
Ken picked up his white king and admired it. "Here is the king, the king of white men! White men were made to rule, son. They may have tiny penises, but their minds are full of justice and wisdom, and they always bring great peace and prosperity to their peoples." Ken next picked up the queen piece. "Just look at this luscious white woman, Son. See how sexy she is with her smooth white skin?" Ken stroked the queen with his finger and thumb. "I'll bet she gives the king a lot of sexual pleasure with her lovely white body, don't you think?
"Dad!" Jamal groaned.
But Ken wasn't done. He picked up a knight. "And what do we have here? A white stallion, the finest of its breed, looking so brilliant and dashing and wonderful." Next he picked up a rook. "And here we have a castle, a castle full of brave white men, no doubt defending the virginity of many sexy white women." He smiled at Jamal's obvious discomfort. "And what do we have next, but the bishop? No doubt the bishop is invoking the power of the white God, to shine his love upon his chosen, the people of the white race."
"Dad, God isn't white; God isn't any color," said Jamal.
"Really? Tell that to Adam and Eve! They were the Lord's first children! Notice, Jamal, that they were named Adam and Eve. Not Lashonda and Mohammad. There was a reason for that. They were white. There was no racism in the Garden of Eden, son. Not until Adam bit down on the Apple. After that, everything was about racial quotas and set asides and unconscious racism and microaggressions and so-called Affirmative Action for thousands of years to come."
"And the pawns, Dad, what about those?" Jamal asked.
"The pawns? Well... I suppose those are simply short white folk. Not deemed tall enough to reproduce with the queen, so they are sacrificed on the front lines, to preserve the tall, white genetic bloodlines," said Ken, smiling broadly.
"And why does white always get to move first?"
"To combat a legacy of centuries of discrimination," said Ken. "For centuries, black moved first. Now white is just enjoying a little comeuppance." He checked his chrono. "Come along, Son. It's time for our big meeting."
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"We have focused nearly exclusively on black-white discrimination in our efforts thus far," said Ken, addressing his fellow Black White Supremacists. "But that is not the only discrimination white people suffered. Spanish people flooded over the southern border by the millions. They too claimed they suffered abuse at the hands of white folk even though they never were enslaved. They were given free housing, medical care, welfare, and education, and white folk had to pay for all of it. In many areas the Spanish language even supplanted English, and white folk felt like they were living in another country."
"How sad for them," said Jamal dryly.
Ken gave him a glare. "And let us not forget that some of those who crossed over were drug smugglers and gangsters who committed crimes against white people--robbing, thieving, raping, and killing. Fortunately, we have a way to right this historical wrong. The problem is that America in the late 20th century never had any effective borders. Large areas of the southwest were simply open land, or had simple cattle fences that were easy to cut or climb over."
"So what are you going to do, Dad, build a wall across the entire southern border with Mexico?" Jamal asked.
"Even better," said Ken. "We're going to introduce Spanish eating Mountain Lions across the American Southwest."
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It had been the idea of Thelma Kendricks, their resident doctor and geneticist. First she had come up with the idea of adding crocodiles to the Rio Grande, the river on the border of America and Mexico.
She had constructed an elaborate cloning plant on level three, where hundreds of crocodiles were in the process of being cloned. She gave Ken Larson and Mel Watts, their financier, a tour.
Ken looked at all the cloning vats. "This is really impressive, Thelma."
"Thank you, Ken," she smiled.
"But why didn't you use alligators instead of crocodiles?"
"Crocodiles have stronger bites," said Thelma. "Their jaws can press down 3,700 pounds per square inch. They can crunch down on a drug smuggler's thigh even if it's as thick as a cantaloupe. And crocs are simply bigger. Alligators are at most a thousand pounds, but crocodiles can be double that. One crocodile could sink four or five MS-13 gang members without breaking a sweat."
"I love it," Ken said immediately, looking at the small crocodiles being force grown in giant vats.
"I'm not sure I do," said Mel Watts. "I see my money has been well spent here, but what about innocent migrants who cross the border?"
"Mel, there are no innocent migrants," said Ken. "Even the ones who aren't criminals are dirt poor. Most of them suck on the white taxpayer's teat for healthcare, housing, food, education, and everything else."
"I know that, but that doesn't mean they should die," said Mel.
Thelma tried to reassure him. "Mel, there's an easy way the Central Americans can save themselves."
"How?" Mel asked.
"Simply by not getting into the water."
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Next Thelma took them to level four, where they were mass producing Mountain Lions. At the moment they were babies, looking like little more than cats, but Thelma assured them that in two weeks they would have 300 fully grown Mountain Lions.
"You can't just release 300 Mountain Lions into the American Southwest," said Mel. "They will attack people."
"People, white people, will be perfectly safe," Thelma assured him.
"What do you mean?"
"These Mountain Lions have been genetically altered," said Thelma. "They only attack Spanish people."
"What?" How?"
Thelma explained how she had learned that Spanish people typically had slightly lower blood ph levels than white people, because of all the spicy food they ate. Thelma, being a geneticist, had identified the gene responsible for hunger in Mountain Lions and tinkered with it, so that Mountain Lions would hunger for human flesh with those lower ph levels.
"Just think of it," said Thelma. "A roaming guard force that doesn't have to be paid or supervised."
"You've done amazing work, Thelma," said Ken.
"I'm not so sure," said Mel. "Like you, I want to see an America that is white and pure. I love white people. They're so wonderful, generous, loving and kind, and I don't want to see them oppressed or taken advantage by people of other races. But to have Central Americans eaten by Mountain Lions...." He shook his head and made a face. "I think that goes too far."
Ken took Mel by the arm. "Mel, listen, listen," he said gently, steering him away from the Mountain Lion incubators. "Yes, it is true, that some Spanishy people will get eaten by Mountain Lions. I won't deny it. It could be a handful. It could be a few dozen, or a hundred, even. But after that the word will spread, and the illegal migrants will stop coming. Isn't that what we want?"
"Well, yes, but for even a hundred to be eaten by lions...."
"It's regrettable, I know," said Ken. "But Mel, Mel, tell me, how many white people are killed every year by illegal alien drunk drivers?" Mel didn't answer. He didn't know. "How many white children are sold narcotics by illegal aliens? How many white people are robbed or beaten by illegal alien gang members? How many white women are raped by illegal alien gang members? How many white people are murdered in cold blood by illegal aliens? You see, Mel, we're not talking about a few dozen white people, or even a hundred. We're talking tens of thousands. In light of that, isn't a few dozen Hispanic gang members becoming nutritious protein supplements for lions worth the price of saving all those lovely white folk?"
Mel bit his lip and considered. Then he reluctantly nodded.
"Good," said Ken. "Trust me, when you call your bank or insurance company, and don't have to wait while you press 9 to get someone in English, you'll realize it was all worth it."
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Daniel stood in the control room, watching nervously as a team marched through the Binochi Corridor. "I hope they don't share the fate of Craig Kirby."
"Craig Kirby?" said Calle.
