this is how Plutarch, not a favorite of mine anyway, how he described the first ever ‘’Inauguration’’ which would be a scene re staged , a bit lackluster at times, down the millennium ever after.
'' life of Numa. chapter 7.
Numa therefore decided to yield, and after sacrificing to the gods, set out for Rome. The senate and people met him on his way, filled with a wondrous love of the man; women welcomed him with fitting cries of joy; sacrifices were offered in the temples, and joy was universal, as if the city were receiving, not a king, but a kingdom. When they were come down into the forum, Spurius Vettius, whose lot it was to be "interrex" at that hour, called for a vote of the citizens, and all voted for Numa. But when the insignia of royalty were brought to him, he bade the people pause, and said his authority must first be ratified by Heaven.
2. Then taking with him the augurs and priests, he ascended the Capitol, which the Romans of that time called the Tarpeian hill. There the chief of the augurs turned the veiled head of Numa towards the south, while he himself, standing behind him, and laying the right hand on his head, prayed aloud, and turned his eyes in all directions to observe whatever birds or other omens might be sent from the gods. Then an incredible silence fell upon the vast multitude in the forum, who watched in eager suspense for the issue, until at last auspicious birds appeared and approached the scene on the right. Then Numa put on his royal robes and went down from the citadel to the multitude, where he was received with glad cries of welcome as the most pious of men and most beloved of the gods.''
The more things change...I remember talking to Alan, a phd who loved the Romans almost as much as I, when he told me, the Greeks may have made literature, but the Romans were Literature, and later I did read that many of the stories of ancient Rome, were actually true.
I woke up this morning and put on the tv and was amazed to see that on cnn, Wolfie and Andie ''the autumn wind is a raider'' Pooper were masquerading and news vouging outside, waiting for the triumph before even the first wind up people had been bused in. The laudable Negroes will be bused in by multitudes of course, utilizing a technique beyond the government when cities were falling into the sea, as no one had any spare buses then. And of course, there is our Sejanus of the Beltway, our fleshy praetorian stooge, ''Mumbles Gergan'', now amazingly after having so serenely and boringly carried Hilary's water all year, has now been struck by the open history of a black president in his whitey lifetime, and not so much by the fact that Rufus the king has not one drop of blood in him which can be traced back to any middle passages , or not being spilled in Tara like plantations. Oh and of course, there is the anti-Campbell, there is near Mumbles the princess of Pangaea, that shrew, that melotto wench, Soledad O' brien , --that’s miss nigger to you, bitch,-- twittering away , infuriatingly yelling at anyone who will listen, possibly a benumbed Anderson, possibly teamsters building the Numaless triumphal stages, that she is the result of a mixed marriage. So am I dear...I am an Italian. When I see her dutifully using this race ace of spades, caried with her lunkhead Maury like husband I think back to a book I was forced to read in school called ‘’Mythology’’ by a dread lesbian named Edith Hamilton. I think as I have said, she was more akin to Margret Hamilton, without the warmth. In it, she continued dutifully her racist Ebert minded ideals that there was nothing in Italy before Greek settlers, eschewing the Villanova culture of Turks and even China, who came to Italy in the bronzest age, and seemingly might have created wine before even arabs did on the island of Sardinia. But that is unhallowed, as that would mean both Italy and Arabia were civilized before her precious Greeks, and that was all too much to take, as look at how civilized people like Maria callas and Onassis were between drunken brawls. Well, in her now discredited tome,--it turns out no, the Greeks weren’t the first to make gods like men, Jeiwshly unallowed in atheist Rome, funny enough, but that Isis and other arabesque deities were in these shape of humans beings millennia before the first Greek had had urine burn. And she called the Italian, and the Romans especially, a mongrel race, which had been contorted out of its Greek superiority, so, happy Columbus day, everyone.
[...I do find it interesting that though jews and arabs were always mommie faggot boys of God and such, and that Rome was built by a rapist named Rumulo, or Romulus, actually allowing beggers, murderers, thieves and other criminals from all over Italia and the ancient world to begin a new life in the plains of Rome called then and now as the ''Asylum'', --ACTUALLY meaning where the donkeys roam free--, that both had the similar law that nary a dog nor the image of a human being would ever desecrate the temples built to the italic gods, like Venus and Janus, until, of course, the interior decorators of terra, the Greeks, showed up and made them make blond herculeses for the vestibules. Interesting... ]
I will avoid this marathon of the press issuing Erkle to suck their own cocks as much as I can, and say to them what I believed I read that Flaminius said to Hannibal, I think, on books given to me by my priests, or siblings, or my Italian adoring mother, or my not abandoning father--some cantos from my father, perhaps, Soledad,-- as when first he tried to buy off Rome, and then, after having tried to sue for peace as Africans always do, then brought his massive elephants into the city gates. Flaminius said, to Hannibal’s eventual admiration I believe, ''Your monsters today impress me as much as your gold did yesterday.’’Again, with that auger spirit, the words of a roman encapsulate my feelings perfectly.