As The Gavel Swings by Jack Ling (best management books of all time .txt) 📕

It was not possible that any action committed by the moral felon be indited as the law states that he was below the law. Large and subtle was that courthouse which lay equally as innocent as the murderer which rested upon the benches of it. Grime swelled upon the walls, and sunlight shan’t have dared to pass down through the gold and red window to so much as grace light – oh holy light! – in such a death bringing setting. And a death-bringer the setting was! – or rather was not in the facts of the case upon which presentation shall reveal itself to you from one such as I! Thus you shall see what I see, and what others fail to bring before their minds. This, or they were simple buffoons who, in their best of days, could not do much as to state the apprehension of a child’s play thing. But aside the point that is!
And so the doors erected open revealing the desperate souls of the ‘Gavels’. Not much of gavels, but more knives which when thrown upon the official stand, would create such a sound – such a foul, incarcerating sound! – as to bring me to my knees in a separate time. The sound piercing my ears as they lay their bottoms upon such bench that generated a piercing pain through my ears and into my skull. A pain arose after such generation that throbbing could only be displayed through close examination!
Pushing aside the pain at such an unreasonable note, I pleaded to myself, which I could do all but completely control, to sit and simply observe. Descending past the men and women of the near-side bench, a man rose to a large desk which scaled above all other heads as to obviously draw attention towards.
“All rise,” a second man preceded mere inches from the second off left of the jagged corner. All men surrounding me extended their feet as to propel themselves to obey the men. “Sickening fools,” I whispered under my breath only to have he who stood off my right glare me in the side. His stare stuck at me like such a weapon as to not be aloud in a court. But what a grand idea it were to be if to remove his eyes from the very indents upon his face! A grand idea at least!
“You may be seated,” the first man exhibited as he nodded to all the immoral insects which ‘plopped’ themselves upon the benches. Disgusting! Dared I to say it? – of course I did not! For what punishment would I have sustained to miss such a rare occasion as to observe the machine that was the justice system savage the man from the seat and rip him limb from limb. But of course he would be ‘put to the chair’, for it was only a mere metaphor.
“Have you reached a verdict?” the same man forced through the throat between his slightly unerect head and such a piece as the wood which lay below the work of some bitterness caused by either despair or glee at such outcome as was to be displayed.
“We have, you honor. We, the jury, find the defendant, Samuel Robertson not guilty on all charges,” erupted from their mouth as the gavel swung and happiness flooded the court in which such a hardy, horrible decision may have (and was) produced.
Sickened I felt! My stomach curled inwards as though it were to absorb all that constricted against all moral law – if any was even present! – to their timely demise as they dared to bring forth such acrid of claims! A sharpness was felt under the tightening leggings which constricted me as though a daemon! Evil incarnated upon the very founding of such a procure system! How shall this have come into action? Dare I to call such an event a conspiracy? It must have! They were all smiling! Laughter and smiling stuck my face as though bullets irradiating from the end. The sharpness protruded even more noticeably.
“Fools!” I claimed from the bottom of my very soul to the creations which bloomed about and around the court as though all were fine and normal. “You sit upon thy benches. You listen to testimonies abroad against the daemon which rested upon the seat. Yet, you smile at his dismissal! The brethren which fell from the point of said man fell not it clarity, but in vain!” speeding upward as I made the fools stand as though they had seen an apparition. “And what was it that those certain brethren fell for? Nothing! Nothing in all its nothingness! You smile! You laugh! You congratulate! If the system shan’t to do a thing concerning our dead – our honored dead – then I shall, betwixt all the heart pain which is felt in this court – this dead house – at this moment and beyond until the problem is resolved!”
With the final spurt of my voice, the end was nigh with all the glory and honor which would cover me! And it all began when that sharpness took its place upon the hand of I and was thrown – no, not thrown; expertly maneuvered through the silence which contained the air. Injecting the man with the justice which he so rightfully deserved! And as I fell to my knees, I dropped my ear upon his horrid chest. All this to hear . . . nothing! All was done! My eyes resting, and my body becoming the calmness that was needed to support such morality and justice! Then, from only the drift of the now chaotic wind, a sound rasped upon my ears: the sound of a police car.

Publication Date: 02-22-2012

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