Definitions:
The Age Of Equity - In the U.S.A, the period of 2050 through 2095.
By 2050, the illegal immigration plan for votes started 80 years before by the globalists and democrats, finally had its intended outcome.
The democrats held every elected office and the Supreme Court was packed with left leaning judges.
The democrats suspended the Constitution and implemented martial law. The packed Supreme Court approved this 9-0.
The Nebraska Penal Colony - The state of Nebraska was encircled in a 300 foot border wall from 2062 through 2065.
Those suffering from unconscious bias were rounded up and incarcerated there. No trials were needed as it was assumed that unconscious bias is a biological and psychological fact.
There were no utilities or food service provided to the prisoners. It was very similar to what The Gaza Strip used to be before it was leveled in 2023 and 2024 by the Israelis.
The year is 2080.
We find ourselves in The Nebraska Penal Colony.
Timmy Jenkins, age 13, has lived his entire life in the colony. His mother died giving birth to him, and since then his grandfather, Vincent, has taken care of him.
He was a brilliant and optimistic kid. Every night he implored his grandfather to tell him stories of what life was like in the United States before the Unconscious Bias Laws were enacted.
He collected and hid every book he could find, especially those related to science and aeronautics. He read and reread them incessantly.
Grandfather told him that if he ever escaped, Timmy was to head to Glacier National Park. There was a growing stronghold of resistance near there.
One day, grandfather asked him: “Timmy, why are you spending so much time up in the mountains? Sometimes you are gone for days at a time.”
Timmy said: “I just enjoy nature.”
In truth, Timmy was working on a special project for the past 4 years.
He would travel far and wide and collect supplies and old scraps and bring them up to the mountain.
You see, 4 years ago, Timmy had discovered a crashed Cessna single engine plane and had been rebuilding it ever since.
He spent the last few weeks clearing the trees for a runway.
One night, he left a note for his grandfather as he lay sleeping.
It read:
“Grandpa Vin. I love you. I am heading to Glacier National Park.
Listen for an airplane engine noise coming from the mountaintop at sunrise.
That will be me. You may be able to make out my plane's silhouette.
It may be a very short flight as I am not able to test its flight worthiness. If I crash, please find my body and bury it next to mom’s.
I will be heading due north first as that is the nearest border wall and then I will stay under the radar the rest of the trip flying due west.
If I make it over the wall, I will come back for you.
I promise.”
Grandpa Vin finished reading Timmy’s note and walked outside.
He turned his head towards the mountain.
He heard Timmy fire up the engine.
The sun’s first ray of light found its way over the eastern horizon.
The engine noise grew much louder and suddenly there it was, the silhouette of a single engine Cessna flying north, very low to the ground.
He watched it as long as he could.
And he listened even longer. Thank God he heard no sounds and saw no flames from a crash.
Silent tears filled his eyes as he was feeling immense pride.
He said: “Godspeed my boy. I will miss you terribly.”
The year is 2095. 15 years later.
“Grandpa Vin?”
Timmy stood in the hut he had grown up in, more specifically where Grandpa Vin slept. He was close to 97 now.
“Timmy? Get out of my dreams grandson!”
Timmy knelt next to his grandfather’s sleeping mat and hugged him.
He whispered.
“This is not a dream Grandpa. We have come to liberate you. The walls are all coming down. I am the head of the resistance now. As we speak, the criminals who ran things for many decades are being rounded up.
The gallows will be busy for a very long time.
Let’s get you out of here.”
Epilogue
The U.S.A. was restored to the beautiful democracy it was always meant to be.
Those that circumvented The U.S. Constitution and formed the police state were rounded up.
Gallows were erected outside of federal courts around the country.
Mass trials were held with punishment meted out right after sentencing.
The first people hung were the Supreme Court Justices.
Thousands of patriots lined up to have a chance to pull the gallows' levers, releasing the temporary floors beneath the condemned. They smiled from ear to ear as they watched them hang and swing freely until they died.
It would come to be called The Age of Sweet Retribution.
