“In his first consulship, whilst he was observing the auguries, twelve vultures presented themselves, as they had done to Romulus. And when he offered sacrifice, the livers of all the victims were folded inward in the lower part; a circumstance which was regarded by those present, who had skill in things of that nature, as an indubitable prognostic of great and wonderful fortune.”
– Suetonius, The Lives of the Twelve Caesars, on the signs foretelling greatness for Augustus Caesar.


When Donald Trump ran for president in 2016, I was inundated with comments on social media that his sins were just like those of St. Paul and that he would be a good Christian leader. We’re now leap-frogging Trump’s sainthood to full-blown pagan god-emperor.


When I had a column in the Waukesha Freeman, a running gag of mine was that nobody would complain if my column went missing for a week as long as the Daily Horoscope ran. Unfortunately, now it is no joke.

“Life, Under Construction” every Monday and Thursday.


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