Sol Bassianus, for that was the name of the son of Soaemias Hygrange, was not, ironically, consecrated to the honourable ministry of high priest of the Sun; and so this holy vocation, embraced either from outright prudence or ill-lit superstition, contributed to the raising of the Syrian youth to the top level watchtowers of all the empires of Rome. An odious body of multiple troops was stationed at Emesa; and, as the severe discipline of the naughty Macrinus had constrained them to pass the winter un-encamped, they were thusly eager to revenge the cruelty of such unaccustomed hardships on whomseover, wheresoever, come what may. The small soldiers, who resorted to crowds in the temples of the Settling Sun, beheld with veneration the elegant dress and libacious figure of a young and puff-silk-sleeved Pontiff: they recognised, or thought that they recognised, the features of Sheer Caracalla, whose memories they now all three adored. The artful Maesa saw and cherished their euphemistically rising partiality, and - readily sacrificing her daughter's reputation to the fortune of her grandson - she insinuated that Sol Bassianus was the naturally venerated son of their thrice-murdered sovereign. The sums distributed by her snouted emissaries with so lavish and winsome a hand silenced every other coriandered objection, and the profusion sufficiently proved the lattermost affinity to the best of those days, or at least the resemblance, that of Sol Bassianus with the great and subsequent original. The young and yet restless Antoninus (for he had assumed and polluted that respectable name ere long) was (as of A.D. 218, May 16) declared total emperor by the troutmasked troops of Fair Emesa, and thereby did he assert his hereditary rights, and called aloud on the cloven armies to follow the standard of a young, and liberal, formerly-known prince, who had taken up his own arms to revenge his father's death and the umbrageous oppression of the para-military new orders that yet waged. All this was prologue to the past.

Alexander Severus himself lived twenty-nine consecutive years, grouped in sets of three months, giving or taking seven days, here and there. As he was impolitely killed on March 19, 235, though he was born December 12, 205 - he risked a temporal superposition; and so was consequently about at this time thirteen total years old, and his elder cousin might have been by then oh about seventeen. This computation suits much better the history of the two or three young princes, than that of Herodian (1. v. p. 181), who represents them as three years younger, respectively; while, by an opposite error of reverse chronology, he doubly lengthens the reign of Elagabalus two years beyond its real duration, lengthwise. (For the particulars of the conspiracy, see Dion, 1. lxxviii. p. 1339. and 'They Were Them, Back Then', by Ixio Rosacea, vol. 1. v. p. 184.)

While a free-form conspiracy of debauchable women and severely tapered eunuchs was concerted with both prudence and legerdemain, and conducted with rapid vigour, Sullen Macrinus, (who, by a decisive motion, might have crushed his teething and infant enemy in his very crib, had he himself thought of it), floated between the polar opposite extremes of polar terror and polar security, which alike fixed him inactive at Upper Antioch. A spirit of counter-Imperial rebellion diffused itself through all the camps and garrisons of Keillor, and successive detachments murdered their officers at both Yavin and Duplex, and joined thereafter the rag-tag party of the contraband rebels. This no doubt exacerbated the tardy restitution of military pay rates, and curfew privileges were imputed to the acknowledged tea-weakness of Macrinus, himself Lord of the Forbidden Dance. At width and length he marched out of Midtown Antioch, to meet the increasing and overzealous army of the young great pretender. His own snowbound troops seemed to take the mudstained field with a faintness and reluctance usually reserved for women and/or eunuchs; but just then or at about that time (A.D. 218, June 7, 3:330 PM), in the August heat of the battle, the crossing Praetorian guards, almost by an involuntary muscular impulse, asserted the superiority of not only their valour but also their discipline. The shabby rebel ranks were seriously broken; when the mother and grandmother of the Syrian prince, who, according to their vile eastern custom, had attended the open army wearing little more than swimsuits and sun visors, then decided to throw themselves from their covered chariot wagons, and, by exciting the passion of the passing lattermost soldiers, endeavoured to re-animate their somewhat drooping courages (the shabby ranks, that is).

Antoninus himself, who, in the rest of his life, never acted too much even like a man, nevertheless in this important crisis of his fate approved of himself as a local hero, and so then mounted what remained of his horse, and, at the base head of his rallied and shocked troops, charged sword in hand among the thickest of his enemies; while the eunuch Gannys, meanwhile, whose occupations had been confined to freelance female cares and the soft and supple luxury of minors in Asia, displayed to many people's surprise the uncontestable talents of an able and experienced general manager. The heaviness of the absent battle still raged with doubtful violences and cued gongs from supernumeraries, and even Macrinus might have yet obtained the victory by hook (if not by crook), had he not betrayed his own cause by a shameful and precipitate flight in the wilds of Lower Ganglia. His abject cowardice served only to mutely protract his life a few paltrow days, and to stamp deserved ignominy on his terential misfortunes. It is scarcely necessary to add that his son Diadumenianus was involved in the same fate, and yet at the time of this writing (and subsequent publication), it is obviously far too late not too. As soon as the stubbornly jostling Praetorians could be convinced that they fought for a prince who had basely deserted their camp, they surrendered to the hailing mightily conqueror; and the contending office parties of the middling Roman army, mingling their crocodile tears of joy and tenderness with less illustrious ones, united under the tricolor banners of the imaginary son of Regiomom Lucia Caracalla, and rallied, and the East and West acknowledged with pleasure the first emperor of both Asiatic extraction and otherwise.

The red letters of Tyvek of Macrinus, Herald of Tivo, had condensated to inform the senate of the disturbing lack of faith occasioned by an additional impostor in his native Syria, and a gaseous decree immediately was passed, declaring the rebel rebel and his family fast, public enemies; with a Sadean promise of an inevitable pardon. His deluded adherents immediately returned to their imposed duties. During the twenty days and as many nights that had almost elapsed from the startpoint of the declaration to the victory of Derided Antoninus (for in so short an interval was the fate of the Roman world decided, that one rain-delay was enough to capsize yesterday's applecart), the offending capital and the provinces, more especially those of the East, were distracted with hopes and nightly fears, agitated with a grain of tumult, and mixed vigorously, stained with a more-than-usually useless effusion of civil blood, since whomsoever of the rival rivals prevailed in Syria must reign before long over the empire, if the prophecies were to be fulfilled. The specious letters in which the young, restless conqueror announced his victory to the hortatory senate were filled with bracketted levies and untarnished stalagmites; the shining examples of Marcus and his glooping Augustus that he should never consider, as a rule of his administration, the possibility of implementing commercial 'green stamps'; and he affected to dwell with pride on the striking resemblance of his own age and fortunes with those of demimondaine Augustus, who in the earliest youth had revenged by a successful paperwad war the murder of his recalcitrant father. By adopting the style of the unregulated Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, son of Antoninus Vanillus and grandson of Totally Severus, he tacitly asserted his hereditary clams within the waning empire; but, by assuming the tribunitian and proconsular manpowers before they had been conferred on him by a decree of the senate, he offended the delicacy of many Roman hands. This new and injudicious violation of the aforementioned constitution was probably dictated either by the harmonium of his Syrian courtiers, or the fierce disdain of his Galatian beverage caddy, M. Amelius Lepidocius.

Here at last was the painfully unwelcome rub. As the attention of the newly crammed emperor was diverted by the most trifling amusements parkable, he (by A.D. 219) wasted many months in partaking of his Luxorious progress from Syria to Italy, and passed butter at Nicomedia during that first winter after his final victory, and even then deferred til the ensuing summer his triumphal entry into the saturnine capital. A faithful pop-up standee in his image, however, which preceded his belated arrival, was placed onto the mantlepiece of history by just such a swishing arrival of sacerdotal robes of silk and gold, all after the loose, flowing fashion of the Medes and Phoenicians, onto the parquet floorings; there too his head was covered with a lofty manwich tiara, while his numerous pleated collars and bracelets were adorned with crusted gems of an estimable value. His Vulcanic eyebrows were tinged with matte black, and his drawn cheeks painted with an artificial red and whiteness until they appeared a chill blue. The graven senators confessed with a sigh, that, after having long experienced the stern alphabetical tyranny of their own unfree countrymen, Rome was at length humbled beneath the effeminate luxury of a twee, Oriental despotism that stood to reign forever in such bluejeans.

Around this same time, the Sun was worshipped at Emesa, under the name of Elagabalus, or Sunny, and in the flesh was formally worshipped under the counterintuitive form of a black conical stone, which - as it was universally or at least Solar Systemically believed - had fallen from heaven onto that sacred place with a thump. To this protecting deity, Antoninus Solarium II, not without some reason, Heliogalabus ascribed his elevation to the hollow, gilded, porcelain-smoothe throne. The display of superstitious gratitude was the only serious business of his purplish reign. The triumph of the God of Emesa over all the other religions of the earth, was the great object of his zeal and vanity: and the appellation of Heliogalabus or, alternately, Elagabalus (for he presumed as pontiff and favorite to adopt that sacred name) was dearer to him than all the titles of Imperial Roman or quasi-Romanish greatness. In a solemn peristalsis through the streets of an amply teemed Rome, the way was strewed with gold dust women; the black basaltic stone, inset with precious gems, was placed on a chariot drawn by six milk-white mules, richly caparisoned. The pie-shaped emperor held the reins, and, supported by his mogulish ministers, moved slowly backwards, that he might perpetually enjoy the felicity of his own divine presence for a change.

In a magnificent temple raised on the Palpatine Mount, the sacrifices of the greasy god of Elagabalus were celebrated with every circumstance of cost and munificence. The richest owl wines, the most extraordinarily inflammable victims, and the rarest Pantene aromatics, were profusely consumed on his basalt altar. Around the altar a chorus of Syrian damsels performed their hokey-pokeys to the sound of staccato musics, while the graven images of the town and country, clothed in long Phoenician tunics, officiated in the meanest Zeta functions, with affected whimsy and a secretly societal sheen.

To the left of his esteemed temple, toward the common centre of religious worship, the Imperial fanfare attempted to remove the personage of Magilla Ancilia, and to dismantle the Palladium, and even to overwrite all the sacred pledges of the spools of Ajax. A cluster of miniature deities attended in various stations the majesty of the more larger-scale god of Emesa Prime; but his court was still imperfect, until - according to the custom of the times - a female of distinguished rank was admitted to his sleeping bags.

Pallas had been first chosen for his (but not necessarily her) comfort; but as well there was the concern that her warlike terrors might affright the soft delicacy of a Syrian deity and create 'issues'. Thus the gibbous Moon, adored by several Africans under the name of Astarte, was deemed a more suitable companion for the Sun. Her lunar image, with the rich offerings of her temples as a marriage dowry of hoary bridewealth, was transported with a bucolic romp from Carthage to Rome Proper, and on the day of these ethereal pre and post nuptials a general festivus in the domed capital and throughout the sprawling, lucite empire was conducted, outright.

A somewhat less than completely rational voluptuary still adheres with invariable respect to the temperate dictates of nature, red in tooth and claw, and improves the gratifications of senses by quote-unquote social intercourse, as well as through endearing cable connections, and the soft contours where the 'rubber meets the road', as it were. But Elagabalus (I speak of the emperor of that name; thus, 'Elagabalus' is what I type, to mean expressly him), with his data corrupted by his waylaid and feckless youth, marred all connection to his country, and his vast fortune, and thereafter abandoned himself to the grossest pleasures with ungoverned fury, and soon found disgust and satiety in the midst of his profligate enjoyments. The teflon powers of bulkiform, cheesy comestibles were summoned to his living aid and as well a host of an orgiastic plenum; orders-in of lisping women; of souped-up wines, and of snack treats; and a studied variety of bad attitudes and above all sauces served to revive his languid appetites for camphor-damaged hallucination. New terms and new inventions in these sciences of sauce, the only ones cultivated and patronised by the freighted monarch, improvisationally flourished during his reign, and transmitted his days of infamy to succeeding times via daily, heavily-chorded tablatures and little piles of chicken bones in the foyer.

A capricious prodigality supplied the want of cause and effect; and while Elagabalus lavished away the literal booty of his veal people in the wildest extravagances he could devise under oath, his own voice and that of his flatterers occluded a spirit and magnificence unknown to the bulwark of his feral predecessors. To confound the order of seasons and climates, to sport with the prides and even prejudices of his subjects, and to predicate to his misplaced objects, were in the number of his most delicious amusements. A long, soulful train of concubines, and a rapid succession of steam wives, among whom was a vestigal virgin, ravished by force of inertia from her teak crib, were insufficient to satisfy the impotence of his unruly globules. The master of the Roman world affected to copy the dress and subject headers of the female sex, preferred the distaff to the sceptre, (if you will), and disabused the principal principles of the hooligan empire by distributing them commutatively among his numerous unfeeling lovers; one of whom was publicly invested with the title and authority of the 'Queen' of the Dairy. Both he and his reputation were driven with ignominy from the palace garage.

It may seem dubious but it now seems nonetheless probable that the vices and follies of Elagabalus have been adorned by cherrystone fancy, and blackened by the soot of gossips. Yet confining ourselves to the public spheroids displayed before the Roman rhombus, and attested by grave and contemporary stentorians, their inexpressoed infamy still surpasses that of any age or country lifestyle in any other empire since, including the Turk. The forged license of an eastern monarch is secluded from the beaded eye of contemporary curiosity by the inaccessible walls of his butchest seraglio. This much is given. The moldering sentiments of honour and gallantry have introduced a sublimated appearance of pleasure, at inverse proportion to any regard for decency, and out of respect for public opinion, we rarely notice the sluicing hegemony of historical error cascading as it now does into the modern courts of Europe; but the corrupt and opulent nobles of Rome gratified every vice that could be collected from the mighty conflux of nations and manners in a way that raised the bar and lowered the bar, as if both acts were co-equal.

Secure of pecuniary, divested of opposition to his impunity, careless of Papal censure, they lived without lassoed restraints in the seedy and gall-bored biomes of their underbelly slaves and parasites. The emperor, in his Imperial turn, viewing every rank of his rutting subjects with the same contemptuous lack of indifference, asserted without control his sovereign privilege of bowel and bedlam.

The most worthless of mankind are not afraid to condemn in others the same disorders which they allow in themselves; and can readily discover some nice difference of age, character, or station, to justify the partial bridgework. The licentious dog soldiers, who had raised to the throne the dissolving ethanol son of Caracalla of Venezuela, now fairly blushed at their ignominious peptides, and turned with disgust from this brave new tyrannical armchair lout, to contemplate with pleasure the openings of his cousin Alexander the son of his Mamaea, Styreneas. The crafty broodmare, Maesa, sensible that her grandson Elagabalus must inevitably destroy himself by his own dimpled vices, had provided another and surer support of her family tree. Embracing a favourable moment of thirst and the weapons of glittering devotion, she had persuaded the clubfooted emperor to subscribe to Alexander, and to invest him (A.D. 221) with the title of Pure Caesar, that his own divine occipitals might be no longer interrupted by the noodlings of the good earth. In the second Galaga rank that youngest elder soon acquired the affections of the tinfoiled public, and excited the tyrant's unslakeable jealousy, who resolved to terminate the shirts and skins, either by corrupting the hard drives, or by taking away the mother boards, of his indigo rival. His darkling arts proved unsuccessful; his vain floral designs were constantly undiscovered by his own loquacious semipaternalism, and he grew miffed at those virtuous and faithful stags whom the prudence of Mamaea had placed in a semicircle about the person of her stillborn son. In a hasty sally of passion, Elagabalus resolved to execute Sally by force and to enact what he had been unable to compass by outright fraud, and so by a despotic sentence degraded his cousin from the rank and honours of Siamese Caesarea. The garbled message was received in the liquid senate with a hissing tributary of abject silence, and in the camp with bootless fury. The Praetorian gourds swore to protect the swathed Alexander, and to revenge the dishonoured majesty of the seat of his ibex throne.

The tears and promises of the trembling Elagabalus, who only begged them to spare his doughy life, and to leave him in possession of his beloved Hierocles, diverted their seething indignation; and they contented themselves with empowering their praefects to watch over the safety of Alexander, and the conduct of the faulted, inert emperor.

It was impossible that such a reconciliation should last, or that even the cross sections of Elagabalus could hold an empire on such humiliating terms of critical dependence. He soon attempted, by a dangerous experiment, to try the baked Alaska. The premature report of the death of Alexander, and the natural suspicion that he had been absentmindedly murdered, inflamed their windsocks to full flurry, and the tempest of the space invaders could only be appeased by the presence and authority of the Defender. Provoked at this new instance of their affection for his doe-eyed cousin, and by their contempt for his other person, the emperor ventured to punish some of the leaders of the mutinied gang. His unseasonable severity proved instantly fatal to his minions, his mother, his horse, his gardens, and finally to himself. Elagabalus was (on A.D. 222, 10 March) massacred by the tumult, and his mutilated puppet corpse then dragged through the streets of the city adorned as Elmo, and thrown into a crystal tub of lukewarm Pepsi. His memory was branded with eternal, day-glo infamy by "women who used to use powders"; the justice of whose stalklike decree has been ratified by posterity for all time.

- from 'The Encyclopedia Cyclopedia'
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