Trump is as miserable as Milton’s Satan (and also a character in a Trollope novel). Unfortunately, like Satan, he does all he can to pull others into his well of misery.
Tag Archives: John Milton
Trump and Satan, Both Miserable
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The Call To Step into That River
Luke, Milton and Malcolm Guite are all enthralled with the moment when Jesus, at the moment of his baptism, fully realizes that he–and all of us–are God’s belovèd and delight.
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A Florida County Targeted Paradise Lost
Milton’s Paradise Lost, banned by a Florida County this past year, exposes the hypocrites who have taken it off school library shelves.
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Hurricane Milton and the Bad Angels
In which I discuss whether Hurricane Milton is punishing Florida for banning Milton’s “Paradise Lost”?
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And Took from Thence a Rib
In “Paradise Lost,” Milton does interesting things with Adam’s rib and the creation of Eve.
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The Debate: How Will Trump Fare?
In tonight’s debate, Trump will not have the adulatory audience to which he has become accustomed. Somewhat like Milton’s Satan when he returns to Hell.
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Milton’s Sin as a Symbol for the GOP
A “Paradise Lost” phrase, delivered by the character Sin, sums up today’s GOP.
Remembering My Eldest 24 Years Later
A Mary Oliver poem about grieving as I remember my eldest, who died 24 years ago on this day.
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