Inspired by the following Decamot items:script, artisan, building site, bully, Women’s March, paddle steamer, palm, poster, ribbon, Shanghai
Wu-Tang sat high above the action on the twelfth floor of what was destined to be a multi-story multi-purpose highly prestigious office and salubrious residential block on Binjiang Avenue but, as yet unfinished, it was open to the elements on all four sides and more akin to a fully functional completed European multi story car park but, nevertheless, yet another example of the skilled Chinese artisan culture; a typical work in progress.
It wasn’t the only building site in Shanghai but this one gave Wu-Tang a unique bird’s eye view of the Women’s March as it progressed from the base of the iconic Oriental Pearly TV Tower on Century Avenue along Fenghe Road to the wharf area on the Huangpu River
He peered through the lens of the telescopic sight mounted on his Keppler KS-V sniper rifle with .338 Lapua Magnum safe in the knowledge that it was capable of firing a 250 grain bullet at 3000 FPS giving a total of 4900 foot pounds of energy – enough to take out any land animal in the world. All he needed to do was squeeze the trigger. He wiped the palm of his right hand on his trouser leg before settling himself for the task in hand.
In the distance he could just see a paddle steamer packed with tourists making the trip from the Bund to the Pudong district where he was now perched. China was fast becoming an economic global superpower but it needed to expunge the memory of Tiananmen Square if it was to achieve universal acceptance.
As part of the process of rapprochement Premier Li Keqiang had personally authorised the march. He had even approved the design of an official poster advertising the march; which is how Wu-Tang and thousands of other party members had heard about it. He wasn’t entirely sure that he understood the issues being protested about but he had purchased a yellow ribbon as instructed which he was told to wave as the march went past.
As the female phalanx slowly approached, Wu-Tang surveyed the leaders through his telescopic lens. In the second row was the unmistakable figure of Yan Lan who he had identified as the mistress of his misfortune. She was not only a bully but the mother of his wife who was actually leading the march.
He was now spoilt for choice something of a novelty that Premier Li Keqiang was trying to encourage in the emerging new People’s Republic of China. As he pulled the trigger he smiled to himself at the lesson he was teaching his leader … some things don’t always go according to the script.