Not to mention, Tom, the black-robed deities of the “supreme” court dressed in black  capes, surrounded by a giant mural of Moses receiving the Ten Commandments;  a national capital littered with statues of all the state’s former henchmen on horseback, its political  bloviators in full bloviation; the Temple to Zeus (er, I mean, Lincoln), complete with fasces inscripted on the front; and of course the Roman-style “motorcades” for our emperors whenever they step out for an ice cream cone after dinner.

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