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The Imaginarium of Barack Obama

In the imaginarium, community organizer Barack Obama never lived in a small mansion. John “two Americas” Edwards never lived in a big one. “Earth in the balance” Al Gore never lived in a few of them, and yacht owning John Kerry never lived in lots of them. You see in the imaginarium of Barack Obama you can be whatever you wish to be. Just wishing and saying something can wonderfully make it so.


The End of Sparta

As the Thebans help the freed helots build their new city of Messenê, the Argive general Epitêles decides his men are no longer needed and will head home to Argos, leaving the Thebans and Messenians to their work:

Epitêles did not back down. “I and my Argives, we feel no better or

worse from freeing them, and hardly think their freedom is a gift. Sparta

is weak. Finished as we know it. She has no farmers to feed her phalanx,

and won’t march out of Lakonia, at least for a while. That is good enough

for me and mine. These helots can do what they like.” Epitêles laughed

and for the next few days kept patrolling with his guard to hunt down

more thieves who were stealing from the bread carts next to the scaffolds.

He knew men by nature to be bad. They would kill and worse if they were

not tired from work or scared of punishment. It was not in his nature to

build, so he did what he knew best, he punished and hoped he killed

more guilty than innocent—and worried little when he did not. “These

Thebans can free anyone they please. But then who can’t do that? But

they have no idea how to knock heads and keep these half-tamed on their

leashes. Zeus in heaven, I think these Boiotians want to be liked rather

than feared.”

That the helots slacked off from the walls was of no real concern

to Epitêles, other than as reason enough to kill those who were probably

stealing rather working. When enough were executed to discourage

the no-goods, Epitêles would head home to Argos and the hard life among

the murderous factions there. And so he did soon, and passed out of the

history of the Hellenes.

Epaminondas thought he had Epitêles right when he had said of

him, “Don’t wonder that he will leave us soon, but instead ask why this

man in fur has even come. He is a warrior, one who wakes up in the

morning promising to cut down Spartans and goes to bed each night in

lamentation that he has not killed enough of them. We won’t see his like

again in Hellas. He’s the good coin side to Lichas, though both are at

home killing and so more alike than we think. Maybe our Chiôn if he

lives, is a third who could join this cabal of Aiases. But for now thank our

One God that Epitêles was on our side.”