Gluteus Maximus Can’t Run Your Republic, But He Can Ruin It: Stop Listening to Celebrities

<![CDATA[Meet Gluteus Maximus, Rome’s deadliest gladiator. He can lop off a Gaul’s head with one stroke, juggle three spears while flexing, and roar so loud the lions cower. His fans carve his name into walls, swoon in the stands, and chant for him in the streets. And then comes the weird part: they start asking him for advice. Not on swordplay—that would make sense—but on politics, marriage, morals, and the future of the Republic. Because, you know, nothing says “credible tax policy” like a man who just bludgeoned two Thracians before lunch.]]>