Pigs Is Pigs

Politics is like the weather: No matter how blue in the face we talk ourselves, no matter how many virgins we sacrifice to Odin, our leaders do not improve, and the drought continues.  The fates who determine the destinies of nations are no more obedient to our words than the little gods of wind and rain that ruin crops and spoil picnics.  Every two years, an election cycle rolls through our part of the continent, and, like a late-summer low-pressure system that kicks up tornadoes, disrupts communications, and sends pigs and chickens into conniptions, this politicking raises our blood pressure and sours relations with friends and family—but nothing else.

From late summer until Election Day, my serene study of Gregory the Great’s Magna Moralia or Commentary on the Blessed Job was interrupted by rumors of the political wars going on.  Inevitably, I framed the issues in terms Saint Gregory might have understood.  Poor Gregory (pope from 590 to 604) was caught between attacking barbarian Lombards and the unreliable Byzantine authorities who were supposed to protect Italy and the Church.  What would Gregory think about the attacks we suffer from our own barbarians who threaten this ruined civilization (I mean, of course, the Democrats and other socialists) or, worse, the treachery of supposedly loyal allies, such as the emperor in Constantinople (or Washington, D.C.)?  A Lombard is always...

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