Said the king to his henchmen, “Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?!” So they did. To which he whinged afterwards, “But I didn’t mean they should do that!” I think the moral of T.S. Eliot’s Murder in the Cathedral is: be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.
Perhaps if Donald Trump had ever been encouraged to read he might have thought twice before egging his henchmen on to the Capitol that day. Henry II had himself whipped on the Cathedral steps, as was only fitting. But I’m finding it hard to juxtapose my images of Donald Trump and J.K. Rowling’s Dobby.
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Paulosophical Vimplications 
Wonderful, Outstanding.
And why did Henry have himself flogged? Because he cared enough for his subjects to spare them the consequences were he to have been excommunicated for his roll in the Archbishop’s murder. He did penance so his subjects of the Christian faith could have the sacraments of baptism and communion and marriage and burial and the other rituals of the Church to preserve their immortal souls. One doesn’t have to believe any of that today — I don’t — to recognize the generosity of what Henry did for his people who believed it then.
A con man has only contempt for his marks. Donald Trump will suffer not so much as a hangnail for his knights or for his subjects as he takes the money and runs.
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