Eat Your Words
Words You May Eat
Be cautious of the words you say, make sure they’re soft and sweet.
You never know from day to day, which words you’ll have to eat.
“You suppose you have the right to say what you want when and how you like,” the judge yelled and he waved his gavel around like mace in a battle, “but the law says otherwise. Society doesn’t need your words crawling around like roaches and spreading your radical ideals like a virus.”
“Society and our civilization does need people to sand up and say what they stand for.” The accused man has been charged with painting green messages and anti-corporate sentiments on the corporation’s head office building. It’s our world you’re fouling and despoiling for your greed. You are just a power hungry freak and you have no right to judge me on what I do. You and filth like you are the cockroaches.”
“I do have the power,” the judge mocked as he delivered his verdict, “and I control the keys to the jail where you’ll have all the tasty bugs you want to eat.”
The conviction had been for the relatively minor crime of posting graffiti and the sentence was not to be carried out immediately. The protestor was given time to settle his affairs before serving his term but the affair that most required settling was the Judge’s words.
‘The world need’s changing,’ the protestor thought as he left the courthouse, ‘and it requires stronger actions than just spray painting slogans on walls. Law is utterly corrupt as is the government that keeps people as serfs while they cater to the wealthy and the corporations. I will do something about this and I don’t care what the consequences are.’
He parked his car where he could see the court parking lot clearly and he waited until the end of the day. He saw the mouthy judge get into his ostentatious sports car and he followed at a distance.
‘How handy is that?’ The outraged protestor noted as the judge drove his expensive vehicle into the poor area of the city where the crack-addicted street girls plied their desperate trade. ‘This lofty and mighty judge has seemingly low morals. He wants some after-work pleasuring but I have a less than pleasurable surprise in store for him.’
The protestor watched as the judge propositioned a young girl. She got into the car and the judge drove to a deserted parking lot at an abandoned factory. The green protestor then moved his vehicle to where he could stop and approach the sports car with stealth.
As the approaching assailant neared the cheap hotel on wheels, he could see the girl had her face in the judge’s lap. The judge was stiff in his car with his face upturned to the roof.
The protestor didn’t even bother trying the door handle in case it was locked. He just smashed out the driver’s side window with his tire iron. He reached in and dragged the judge out through the shattered opening. The judge looked less than all-powerful with his pants around his ankles and his shocked expression. The crack-addicted girl screamed and cursed because in his instant panic, his bladder had released onto her. She quickly exited the sports car.
“Take whatever you want from his wallet for your payment.” The environmental activist said and he threw the Judge’s billfold at her. “I have some words to settle with this disgusting human being and you don’t need to be here.”
“You’re not so powerful now. You’re just an insect I can crush.”
“You’re breaking the law.” The judge whimpered. He was a smallish man and he had very little muscle tone. The judge had actually entered law where he believed his legal power would be in compensation for his utter lack of physical might.
“I didn’t fear your words in the court and I have no regard for the law now. Law is a blunt club used to beat the public into submission and you are a mouthpiece for it that I will silence right now.”
“Please don’t kill me?” The judge whined.
“I won’t kill you intentionally but you may die of your wounds.” The protestor then withdrew his thin-bladed and razor-sharp fishing knife that he used as a scalpel to surgically remove the judge’s tongue.
“To make a point, I should force you to eat this.” The protestor said calmly after the deed was done. “But realistically, the doctors might then be able to fish it out from your belly and stitch it back on and I prefer if that doesn’t happen.”
The protestor walked away and he didn’t look back to see what the judge did or didn’t do. On his way home, he tossed the judge’s tongue into a drainage ditch where the rats could make a meal of it.
‘From a rat’s mouth to a rat’s mouth – that’s apropos.’ The green protestor chuckled.
Sometime later the police arrived at his place and the protestor was taken into custody again. He hadn’t even tried to hide. Soon he was being taken up the steps of the same courthouse and the reporters surrounded him with their questions.
“Sure I’ll be in jail for much longer,” the satisfied green protestor said, “but without his tongue in his head, that judge won’t have anything to say about it one way or the other.”