Rabbit Hole

That is quite a rabbit hole there, all about Junius Brutus' treatise on the place of the monarchy and who really wrote it — Philip de Mornay, Hubert Languet, or, as the Jesuits claimed for years, Theodore Beza. I really don't know, nor do I care to spend too much time contemplating these insignificant matters in my uncluttered mind. If you want to shut yourself into a labyrinthine prison and throw away the keys, which we don't recommend but it's a free country, perhaps you are among those Irish whiners who imagine our nation's capital as a sort of transplanted private Emerald Island, its secrets all shut up in a Freemason box for your Irish Catholic enjoyment alone. Perhaps you have the Emerald tablet locked in a box so that only you can decipher the Hermetic texts, the rites and ceremonies of the various secret societies that are frequented by your countrymen, the Irish-Italian Gnostics who brought with them a lingering antipathy toward persons of English ancestry, as if we were not also immigrants in our day, a fact which we continue to celebrate and memorialize on Thanksgiving Day. We cannot continue to imagine you our countrymen when you are acting in such bad faith. Thus something has to give. I am just saying.