Thoughts from the Thinking

The journal of one Gaius Germanicus Thaddaeus, a Roman citizen from the reign of the Divine Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus who has found himself in 21st century America.

I’ve watched these people in this strange place for some time now and I am at an utter loss as to why they constantly seek to not be themselves. Although Divine Nero is accustomed to moments of levity, and there are rumors of various cults including the Bacchic Rites, but generally speaking, we Romans are accustomed to sobriety. There is no virtue in excesses in wine and chemicals. Without virtue, you are no man. I cannot bear this noise any longer. I wonder will these childish people ever grow up enough to accept the responsibilities of a man? Do they even comprehend responsibility and virtue? Is it even something they have heard of? By Jupiter, these people are mad. They constantly seek refuge in Bacchus rather than Wisdom. They are truly lost souls and I should pity them but their constant annoyance is enough to make me hate them rather than pity them.

Minerva, protector of wisdom, pity them but grant me arms to beat them to virtue.