Thus was th’ applause they meant, Turned to exploding hiss, triumph to shame Cast on themselves from thir own mouths.
Milton, Paradise Lost, X.545-547
Have we not learned?
The Zeppelinfield, the Kroll Opera House The Great Hall of 10,000 People The Hippodrome, the Piazza Venetia Red Square, and the Quicken Loans Arena
Weak beings subsumed within one commanding Will Adoring with glistening eyes and beating hearts A strident oligarchy of destiny Chanting obscurities and pumping fists
But when the chanting stops and foul diktats roll – Will you - will I? - be a defiant soul?
I speak of both dominant political parties and their neo-Nuremberg rallies.