God's Will Be Done

Next up:  A religious triptych titled "The Assassination of Richard Fuld by Henry Paulson."  "Religious" might be the wrong word.  But consider this:

--Three panels.  All measure five feet in height.  The middle one is square.  The two side panels are roughly 2 1/2 feet wide.
--All panels are initially covered with newspaper, as befits my current theme.
--The left panel depicts a man -- Person A -- in a business suit.  It, like all three panels, is executed in roughly the same level of realism as "Portrait of Mathew Martoma, In the Manner of Roy Lichtenstein."  Which is to say, pretty scratchy around the edges.  Above his head a voice balloon reads (in red lettering, because it is The Voice of God), "Go.  Do My work."
--The right panel depicts Person A whispering in another guy's ear.  Person B, if you will.  The voice balloon reads, in black, "Go.  Do God's work."
--The middle panel depicts a third man -- Person C -- prostrate, limbs akimbo, being strangled by Person B.  The voice balloon reads this time as a thought:  "God's will be done."

There is some thinking that the title of the painting will be scrawled across the bottom of the middle panel in a dark color -- barely legible against the colors of the painting itself.  Somewhat like the way my signature reads in the lower right hand corner of "Portrait of Mathew Martoma ..."

Just for the record, I'm not one of those crackpots who thinks Goldman Sachs had anything to do with the colossal implosion formerly known as Lehman Brothers.  But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun with it.  And besides, there are lessons to be learned if we choose to worship in the Church of the Almighty Dollar.

So you're suggesting that Person A is Lloyd Blankfein, Person B is Henry Paulson, and Person C is Richard Fuld?
You said that.  I didn't.
Of course you didn't.  You are a slippery motherfucking eel, my friend.
It's on the advice of counsel.
Smart move.

Brief personal aside:  I know that when people ask you what your favorite Rolling Stones album is, you're supposed to say "Exile on Main Street."  But I don't care about that.  Mine is "Flowers."  I can't stop listening to it.

Limbs akimbo is a wonderful phrase.
Thank you.
I think you are a better writer than you are a painter.