09-07-2023, 11:44 PM
“With liberty and justice for all - fucking hilarious! They sit on their thrones in black robes,
high & mighty, doling out inequality by way of tilted laws upheld by stunted oaths and expect
We the People to fall on our faces in reverence.
To fear them, obey them, worship them. No. The law’s been for sale from the beginning -
The Golden Rule - he who has the gold can say fuck the rules.
One more card up my sleeve.”
“STOP! Get on the ground!”
Mariel had no intention of going quietly. She bolted from behind the dumpster - the chase was on -
an officer bearing down in pursuit.
She rounded the corner of the alley onto an unlit side street - shots fired. Two bullets in her
direction, both finding flesh. One in her right shoulder - the other in her upper left thigh.
She was down.
“I got him! Off the alley on Mulberry.” the officer shouted into his walkie.
On the approach, weapon drawn and pointed, he saw the perp - lying still and quiet in the
middle of that empty street. To his surprize - it was a female, twenty-four year-old Mariel.
Her breath was rapid, bleeding at a good clip.
Two other officers arrive at the scene, guns in hand. They all three stand over Mariel, gazing
down on this small, frightened creature.
“I’m gonna radio for an ambulance, just relax and breathe.” says the first officer.
The second officer pulls him aside. The three of them have a word several feet away.
“She’s cute. Why don’t you hold off on that call. She’s not in too bad a shape. Maybe we can
have some fun first?” he offers, breaking into a sickly grin.
They all agree, then return to the suspect.
“Get her in the backseat.” the third officer says.
Mariel slowly raises her hands.
“Wait, wait.” she says in a raspy whisper.
Her left hand moves towards her chest.
“Put your hands down.” the first officer demands.
“No, please. Please.” she appeals, tears present.
Her hand slides into her jacket, there’s a gentle tug before slowly returning into view - clasped shut.
“Ma’am, what’s in your hand?” the officer asks, pointing his weapon once more.
She coughs, then raises her arm - revealing her treasure. It was a cotton string - with five
grenade pins attached. Her devilish smile iced the cake.
“Grenade!!” yelled the officer.
Mariel and the three pigs left this world only seconds before the charges went off in the
court house. The blast shook the ground for blocks. The smell of burning plastic dominated
the air - black clouds of smoke billowing violently. Her work was done.
It was the largest explosion in Waterloo’s history.
https://imgur.com/2lSfj6D
"Perversion on the Land" - Final in the four-part series 'Embers'.
Mixed media on plywood. My 130th painting.
high & mighty, doling out inequality by way of tilted laws upheld by stunted oaths and expect
We the People to fall on our faces in reverence.
To fear them, obey them, worship them. No. The law’s been for sale from the beginning -
The Golden Rule - he who has the gold can say fuck the rules.
One more card up my sleeve.”
“STOP! Get on the ground!”
Mariel had no intention of going quietly. She bolted from behind the dumpster - the chase was on -
an officer bearing down in pursuit.
She rounded the corner of the alley onto an unlit side street - shots fired. Two bullets in her
direction, both finding flesh. One in her right shoulder - the other in her upper left thigh.
She was down.
“I got him! Off the alley on Mulberry.” the officer shouted into his walkie.
On the approach, weapon drawn and pointed, he saw the perp - lying still and quiet in the
middle of that empty street. To his surprize - it was a female, twenty-four year-old Mariel.
Her breath was rapid, bleeding at a good clip.
Two other officers arrive at the scene, guns in hand. They all three stand over Mariel, gazing
down on this small, frightened creature.
“I’m gonna radio for an ambulance, just relax and breathe.” says the first officer.
The second officer pulls him aside. The three of them have a word several feet away.
“She’s cute. Why don’t you hold off on that call. She’s not in too bad a shape. Maybe we can
have some fun first?” he offers, breaking into a sickly grin.
They all agree, then return to the suspect.
“Get her in the backseat.” the third officer says.
Mariel slowly raises her hands.
“Wait, wait.” she says in a raspy whisper.
Her left hand moves towards her chest.
“Put your hands down.” the first officer demands.
“No, please. Please.” she appeals, tears present.
Her hand slides into her jacket, there’s a gentle tug before slowly returning into view - clasped shut.
“Ma’am, what’s in your hand?” the officer asks, pointing his weapon once more.
She coughs, then raises her arm - revealing her treasure. It was a cotton string - with five
grenade pins attached. Her devilish smile iced the cake.
“Grenade!!” yelled the officer.
Mariel and the three pigs left this world only seconds before the charges went off in the
court house. The blast shook the ground for blocks. The smell of burning plastic dominated
the air - black clouds of smoke billowing violently. Her work was done.
It was the largest explosion in Waterloo’s history.
https://imgur.com/2lSfj6D
"Perversion on the Land" - Final in the four-part series 'Embers'.
Mixed media on plywood. My 130th painting.
