Start working on your stoicism
My quondam companion, the dearly departed J Alva Scruggs, once wrote me on the subject of philosopher emperors. It thundered and it flashed, it filled the page with deep insight, and I was in awe and dazzled for days after.
I've misplaced it, and its perfected phrasing may be lost for all time, but I remember he was... agin' 'em.
There are no good emperors. They all turn into Nosferatu
once the door's shut -- it goes with the office.
Here's another man from Illinois who struck a decidedly Aurelian pose while running for emperor of the open-market world. Similarly, he was up against a man of military distinction.
The purple prose egghead against
the knuckle-mouthed general. Of course the egghead lost in a landslide.
And Ike wasn't even a war hero like Johnny.
Ike wasn't shot down on a daring raid into enemy territory.
Ike wasn't tortured and twisted by his enemies.
Nope, Ike stayed back and made his enemies surrender.
Old Marcus is supposed to have written his rather smug and self-congratulatory Meditations during short intervals of leisure from his day job, which was mostly spent on the battlefield, trying to shore up the Empire against "barbarians" in the East. The Romans seem to have used the word "barbarian" much the same way we use "terrorist", as a portmanteau term for anybody who doesn't enjoy our benign and civilized rule.