John Willson’s most recent post makes me want to revive the Whig Party.
Well, at least the part of the Whig Party that knew that executive power could be readily abused. Our earlier Whig allies once called Andrew Jackson, “King Andrew.” Somehow, this always rubbed me the wrong way, as I often think of figures such as King Alfred or King Aragorn when I think of “king.” That is, calling Jackson “King Andrew” did a disservice to all of the wonderful Christian kings of the past and of fiction.
“Caesar, bloodthirsty, white supremacist” Jackson might be a better title. I wonder if much of the same might be written about the man currently sitting in the White House.
[As an aside, what would Obama look like with Andrew Jackson style hair? Far more interesting than he now appears—he’s essentially a Democratic version of Mitt Romney: boring, plastic Ken dolls, made by Mattel in a factory, far, far away.]
Anyway, back to the rant.
Caesar Barackus fits much better than “King Obama.” If Willson is correct (and, with the exception of his taste in beer, he generally is), we Americans are living somewhere around or near 66AD in the Roman Empire.
Caesar Baruckus, more Nero than Augustus. Beware Jews and Christians. . . you will fiddle while Rome burns.
Books mentioned in this essay may be found in The Imaginative Conservative Bookstore.