Over Weight

(Last updated: June 21, 2022)
Over Weight
by DR Wolfe

{From “The Dirty Little Secret About Transparensee” Series}

(Includes strong language.)

If you haven’t noticed, human beings are extremely rare in the universe. So we can conclude humans are very precious, and every life should be guarded at all cots. And therefore, human life should only be taken under the most exigent circumstances.

Those who would say the earth is over populated have apparently never looked up at night. If you notice, there’s more than enough room in this galaxy, let alone the universe, and all the other universes, for as many people as we can possibly produce (even if we could get a hold of Rush Limbaugh’s stash of Viagra).

Talk show host Charlie Kirk is very different than most conservatives. Kirk says, “Human beings are the solution, not the problem, and we need as many human beings as possible to help solve our problems.”

And that’s why Bill Gates and the wealthy Neo-cons probably don’t care for this young, rising star among conservatives Christians, who unlike all Neo-cons, doesn’t worship money, violence, war, or football.

Bill Gates and most of his fellow billionaires and trillionaires, who speak of over population and limited resources, do not have our best interest in mind. So, perhaps there’s one way they may rationalize the culling of the human herd.

It was kind of warm for this time of the morning since summer was still a couple weeks away. The sun was just about ready to peak over the gap between the bleachers. And thankfully, he was almost finished.

The track was mostly empty. There were a few early birds, but most people didn’t come out until sunrise, which was still about a half hour away. He knew, by then the track would be packed with hundreds of people, trying to lose weight.

He had another lap to go, when he heard a voice from behind him.

“Hey, wait up!” It was his neighbor Bill. About a year ago.

“It’s a good idea to get rid of these morbidly obese people. They deserve it, and they’re costing us an arm and a leg,” Bill said. But now it gone a lot farther than that, and he could tell Bill was worried.

“How goes it?” Garcia asked, as he waited for Bill to catch up.

“Are you kidding Garcia, they want to kill anyone over six feet tall, no matter how physically fit we are? How am I fucking doing, are you fucking serious?”

Bill looked more than a little agitated, and for good reason. He was about six foot two and was built like a weight lifter, although he never played professional sports. He would often talk about his college days, playing ball, as though everyone listening gave a shit.

Garcia knew, he had to weigh over 200 pounds and would never make the cut. And you could see it on his face, this look of total defeat.

“Well, if I remember you didn’t seem to mind when they wanted to kill the morbidly obese?” Garcia pointed out.

“Yeah, but now they’re saying being physically fit doesn’t matter. It’s all about consumption. And the bigger you are the more food you eat.”

“And you big guys shit a lot more, too,” Garcia added.

Bill just gave him a narrow look, and continued. “It’s all about the greater good they say. Have you ever herd anything so fucking stupid?” He looked at Garcia, but didn’t wait for a response.

“And so the government is really gonna put us to sleep, like some kind of fucking animal? They’re gonna put us down, Garcia. Are you fucking serious!” he yelled. At the same time, a runner coming up from behind gave them an apprehensive look, and moved to the outside lane.

Bill could get violent, he knew. He remembered one block party where he drank too much and picked a fight with some little guy, over some sports team. It was part of his personification, Garcia thought, to be perceived as a tough guy, with no brain. And he played the role perfect.

Bill worked at one of the local twenty-four-hour sports talk moron stations, spewing out nonsense about things that didn’t matter, talking to these braindead fanatics. It was almost funny, if it wasn’t so stupid. From time-to-time he would turn on the radio and listen to Bill and his partner, Johnny Dickwod, arguing over something that they had absolutely no control over, while the world was falling apart. What a waste of life, he thought.

“Well, some of us little people think the government might have a good point.” He poked a finger in the big man’s right arm, catching him by surprise. He didn’t mind killing all the fat people. But now suddenly he’s on the list of expendables, and he wants us to give a shit.

“That’s fucked. You’re an asshole Garcia. So you’re gonna let the government kill anyone who eats to much food? Maybe it won’t be that easy, we’ll see.” When he said it, he had a crazy look in his eye, and it kind of scared Garcia. Bill spun around on his heels and took off running across the grass, flipping Garcia the bird.

The earth’s population had boomed to over fifteen billion, and simply put, there wasn’t enough food for everyone. New techniques to produce more food and limiting child birth helped for awhile, but it wasn’t enough the government said. So emergency measures under the government’s Emergency Powers Act had been taken to reduce the calorie intake of every person on earth, but they said it still wasn’t enough.

Politicians argued that unless people wanted to resort to cannibalism, there was only one other choice. So morbidly obese people became the pariahs of society, and they were targeted by the corporate media and the government. The experts pointed to the additional medical expenses needed to keep these people alive, so eventually most people went along with the plan.

In a very short time it was determined by the majority of people that this population was considered to be expendable. And after it began, no one hardly noticed. There was a few protests against the government’s sanctioned killing, but the media kept all of the protesters off the news. And of course, social media kept everything completely silent.

ever since people learned the moon landing was a hoax, and it was impossible for humans to travel beyond the Van Allen Radiation Belt, the reality that our planet’s resources were finite began to set in.

As expected, , some of the space fanatics, who always said the aliens would rescue us from ourselves, claimed we would still find a way to leave the planet and go beyond the earth’s inner space, At first, most people still had hope. but eventually more and more began to realized the truth. The truth that there wasn’t enough food to feed everyone.

So several solutions were proposed. One of those solutions was to blame the morbidly obese. Some of these people had a disability and had no control over their body weight, and for others, it was the drugs to prevent anxiety and depression that caused them to be overweight, advocates of the disabled argued. But most people felt it was nothing more than gluttony and laziness. And in many cases this was true.

So the people were given a date, and they only had a short time to reduce their weight, or they would be Euthanized. The United States, who had the most obese people on earth, was especially hit hard by the sanctions. But after the killing began, the world government claimed it still wasn’t enough, and the corporate media agreed.

It soon became the law that anyone who was considered to be obese, not just morbidly obese, would be eliminated from the population. Again they argued the medical expenses to keep them alive was too much of a burden.

The formula that was used took into account a person’s height, muscle mass, and bone density before calculating whether a person would be considered to be obese. And as time went bye, no one noticed, but the definition of obesity became more stringent. But it didn’t stop there.

The great and mighty scientists, many of whom appeared obese themselves, appeared before the world and said that all big framed people consume to much food. And the earth can’t sustain this many people.

The government and corporate controlled media said it was the consensus of most that there was too many big people. So by the deadline, which was less than two weeks away, men who were over 160 pounds, and women who were over 120, would need to be Euthanized for the greater good of all.

Immediately, many former soldiers and professional athletes took up arms and moved into the mountains, or that was the rumor. But the government had a back up plan.

Almost everyone on earth took the prevention pill during the last pandemic scare, which was mandatory. The pill contained a secret micro graphene chip which allowed GPS tracking. And thanks to G5 and G6 technology, it was both a tracking device and a DNA programmed kill switch. The government of the world and the global corporations only needed to flipped the switch, and the problem was solved.

Meanwhile, the global media furiously hammered on the fact that unless the world’s population was significantly and immediately reduced people would be subjected to cannibalism, and Hollyweird put out dozens and dozens of movies and documentaries emphasizing this point. And as expected, all the little people agreed, according to the media.

At first it was suggested that maybe sterilizing all of the large people, who could never again reproduce, would be the alternative solution. But the governments of the world concluded this would never work because it would take too long. It was estimated by the corporate experts that it would take several generations to significantly reduce the size of the human species, and the crisis needed an immediate solution.

When Garcia weighed in this morning he weighed 158 pounds, two pounds below the limit. He figured he could skip solid food for a day and drop another four or five pounds, he figured. He still had ten and a half days, so he wasn’t real worried.

“Garcia, Honey is that you?” His wife asked, when she heard the front door close.

“yeah, it’s me,” he called into the kitchen, where he heard her voice coming from. He set his transmitter on the table and left it on full alert.

His wife was barely 100 pounds, and his two kids were still little, so they were okay. And he would come well under the limit, he thought. He had nothing to worry about, he told himself.

“Can you check on Marco, I’m busy preparing dinner,” she called out.

“Okay, sure. Where’s Katrina?” He asked. Katrina was his six-year-old talkative daughter, who would scream with joy when ever she saw him, jumping into his arms.

“She’s next store playing with Christina,” his wife answered.

His son was only eighteen months old, and he thought he was the most beautiful baby in the world. Marco’s jet black hair and bushy eye brows, along with his bashful smile blew all the ladies in the complex completely away. Not that his daughter wasn’t a real cutie, but he had to admit to himself that Marco was his favorite.

His wife was given a hysterectomy about a year after their second child was born, because that was the law. If the child lives for more than a year, and it was the second child, the government decided that was enough, even if he remarried. That also meant there were less divorces, since both parents were committed to raising their one or two children.

“Hopefully Mister Marco, you will have your mother’s genes and be very, very little,” he quietly said, as he stepped into the room where his son was sleeping.

A few months ago, they set up the room for Marcus. It used to be the dining room. But they wanted Marcus and Katrina to have their own rooms, so they converted the dining room into Marco’s bedroom.

After a minute, he quietly slipped back into the living room. At the same time his wife came out of the kitchen.

“My mom was so upset when I talked to her,” she said, rushing into Garcia’s arms.

“I know honey, but I’ll make weight, and it’ll be okay for us. What can we do. There’s nothing we can do for anyone else, but maybe people should have seen this coming.”

He glanced at his transmitter and said, “The government is too powerful, that’s the problem. We let them set up this world government, promising equality. But is this what we have now? Is this equal, where the government decides some people will live and some people will die?” He left go of his wife and threw his hands into the air.

“I saw that nut Bill from across the way today,” he said.

“Oh no, he isn’t gonna make it, is he?” She asked, looking sad.

“No, and he’s not taking it well. He said he’s gonna do something, but he didn’t explain what he meant. He looked kind of disconnected, if you know what I mean. We better stay away from him until this is over.”

“Honey, there’s something else,” she said cautiously.

“What?” He asked as he looked at his wife, who was starting to cry. “What’s a matter?” He asked again. He hated to see tears in those big beautiful brown eyes.

“Well, I heard from Elizabeth, who said she heard this from her cousin Franki that the government was rigging the weigh ins.”

“What are you talking about?” He looked puzzled, and a little angry. “how does she know this?” He had grown tired of baseless rumors, and this sounded like another one.

“Well, I don’t want you to get upset anymore than you already are.”

“Just fucking tell me,” he yelled.

She jumped back, and blurted out, “Well, Elizabeth’s cousin says the government is planning to rig the test so that everyone who is two or three pounds below the limit will fail, but they’re just doing it to the men.”

“But that would be murder!” How can they get away with it?” Instantly, he covered his face with his hands and began to cry.

“When will it ever end, Mara?” He asked, as he saw his son run into the room. He was also crying, as he tightly wrap his arms around his mother’s legs. She leaned over and picked him up. Then she kissed the top of his head, and said, “It’ll be okay baby. It’ll be okay.”