Howdy howdy howdy and welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" I'm Anne Johnson, and I have been saying the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag since 1964. It has gotten old. So for the past 25 years or more, I've been leaving out the "liberty and justice for all" part. Because, get real. Where's the justice in American society?
But it's a trifle sensitive trying to explain that to my guest tonight, Justitia, the Goddess of ... you guessed it ... justice! She joined me for dinner, and we're sitting here digesting, so let's give this lovely Lady and her balance scales a warm, wonderful "Gods Are Bored" welcome!
Anne: Good evening, great and mighty Justitia! What did you think of the chicken cacciatore?
Justitia: Well, it was good and bad. Tasted fine, but the portion was too small.
Anne: Oh gosh! Sorry! Do you want seconds?
Justitia: I have rendered my decision on the matter. Case closed.
Anne: To be honest, Your Honor, I could be persuaded to go out for a soft serve ice cream.
Justitia: Motion is approved! You may approach the bench.
Anne: But before we sojourn to the ice cream shop, I want to ask your opinion on something.
Justitia: Opinions are my thing. Justly rendered, of course.
Anne: Of course! Well, Justitia, it has come to my attention that someone very high in the chain of command at my workplace has an extraordinarily low opinion of me. So low, in fact, that this person thought students would be better served by a substitute teacher than by me.
Justitia: Well, what are the students being served? If it's chicken cacciatore, the substitute might be more generous.
Anne (aside) These Roman deities are so human, aren't they? (to Justitia) No food involved, just education. A teacher is out sick, and I offered to cover her class. The principal was all for it, but the higher-up wasn't having it.
Justitia: It's probably about money.
Anne: Nah, money's not a factor. I know from talking to ex employees of my firm that this particular power-broker holds me in very low esteem. My problem is, this person may come in to evaluate me at some point this year.
Justitia: Why, how very liberating!
Anne: What do you mean?
Justitia: If you know that they hold you in low esteem, then no matter how brilliantly you perform, it won't matter. So why perform at all? Everything this person says about you is tainted by bias, thus rendering the person incapable of forming a true opinion of your worth.
Anne: You know, I didn't think of that! You're absolutely right! Nothing I do or say is going to convince this person I'm a good teacher. I could get a citation from the governor, and I would still be stuck with the nines.
Justitia: Therefore you should not expect justice from the person, nor court it, nor even care. Knowing you can't please this individual frees you from having to try.
Anne: Justitia, Great and Mighty Goddess, I am going to fix you up with a to-go container of chicken cacciatore! And here, take these bagels ... they are terrific. And here's a handful of Halloween candy, mostly Snickers.
Anne: Soft serve ice cream! I'll get my coat and car keys!