WORLD RELIGIONS SCRIBBLINGS: A History Lesson With Sprinkles on Top

...The Circus Maximus! Entertain the masses, and uprisings can be subdued; some public debate where politicians are trampled to death beneath the chariots of their compatriots and stabbed with words sharper than their own. The swarms can be placated. You can watch one man's hopes and dreams (resting on a fine line with two sides) be CRUSHED. One side is of the victor who procures spoils of popularity, and one is the side of the downtrodden loser he did a little dance of oratorical victory upon. A revolt has no ooomph without a backbone of popularity, and popularity seldom has credibility over the minority. Thus, we are left with the slippery little gladiator known as BIG BROTHER. Apathy is the only solution. Remember: the Pope is getting smashed in the Vatican with holy liquids. (FACT).  Drink your wine, and enjoy the show.

Once, it was the gladiator that was the iconic sex symbol.The ladies liked to perfume their necks with the sweat! of these warriors. I see. Now- (insert scratchy sketch of Edward Cullins). 

Rome was all about the imagery: an anatomically perfect concoction of sinewy aesthetic admiration fleshed out with a zeal for materialistic gluttony. The statues, though imperfect manifestations, readily implied the epitome of the ideal. Beautiful. Meanwhile, Christianity preached it was the flesh that was weak: it was not the image that mattered- it was the meaning of the thing that had meat.

FEED THEM TO THE LIONS!

The Romans had a very anthropocentric view of the world and of themselves. Live each day like it is your last; you cannot take it with you. Utilize it all! They were restless. They were perpetually hungry. To them, the act of Christianity-induced dignity in death was fascinating. It was the supposed bubonic plague that wiped out Rome and led to the dark ages of an empire. Perhaps it was in conflict with the gods as the higher-ups wailed it was, but personally, I believe it was because it ruined the Roman Code: Vivere Eam; Live It (up), with something called consequences- always a hindrance to the rampant. The Christians were mindful riffraff who believed there was more than the lusty pagan masquerade called Roman society that escalated a massive population into a tragic toxic orgy of selfish depravity. (Interesting.)

Thus, doubts began to nibble at the short-sighted playboys and girls.

Religion: The savior of one, and plight of another. Politics: The plight of one, the savior of another.