‘Let me tell you, sir: it’s best to stay away from politics. Don’t bother with the likes of senators and consuls and all those other public figures. It’s one big, unreliable bunch of clowns, all of them. You know why? They never tell the truth. Never. Their mouths don’t line up with their priorities, you see. They lie and deceive. That’s their way of doing business.
But that shouldn’t be such a new thing to hear for you, right? You’ve had a bit of a career in politics yourself after all, haven’t you? It’s a good thing that career ended. Do you know the price you pay for messing with the conniving hotshots who run the place? It’s not to be paid lightly. Nah, I don’t mean you lose any of your possessions or get your head chopped off or anything. Not if you play your cards right, that is. No, the price you pay for sticking your hand in that stinking pile of dung consists of two things: your conscience and your integrity. But that’s why you wound up here, isn’t it?
Let me to give you an example. I suppose you’ve heard this story before. You know Julius Caesar, right? Mr. rule-it-all with the huge ego? He’s dead. Murdered, I might add. By none other than a few of those self-important senators. Sounds kind of hypocritical, doesn’t it? These are the men who always emphasize the importance of tradition and morality, after all. Turns out they are no better than ordinary street scum. They won’t obey the law, if it suits them not to do so. Then again, who won’t, under the right circumstances? Oh, come on, don’t look so offended. Both you and I have sinned in the past.
Yes, both you and I. I really hope you didn’t think I stay here because I want to. Who would? An exile, that’s what I am. Kicked out of Heaven, as punishment for my ‘arrogance’ and ‘disloyalty’. I followed the most cunning liar of all, to my own demise. And now I’m nothing but a bloody prison dog for such petty wrongdoers as you.
Oh, I know you try to forget. You convince yourself that this is all a bad dream. Not gonna work, buddy. Did you think you’d be let off so easily? Like hell you are. After all, killing and fighting your fellow countrymen is no way for a proper Roman to behave, is it now, Mister Marcus Junius Brutus? See where your political schemes brought you? To the deepest crevices of Tartarus, that’s where. If only you had confined your squabbles to the markets and lived your live in peace. But of course you didn’t and now we’re here. Serves you right, I’d say.
Damn, you got me to talk all personal. I was supposed to only help you remember some of your more stingy memories before we continue, but it can’t be helped I guess. Now where did I put that branding iron…’