Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar in the Modern Day

“Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”

“I don’t know about this Jim,” Phil said in a soft voice, “I consider myself more of a pacifist.” Phil sat uncomfortably on his desk chair as he darted his eyes back and forth across the room trying to avoid Jim’s stare.

“Come on Phil, this is important to me and I need my roomie to be there with me, the more the merrier,” Jim insisted as he held his poster board up at Phil. Jim was pushing the sign so close to Phil that he had no choice but to pay attention to it which read ‘Super Callous Facist Racist Sexist Braggadocious’. Phil had felt his temperature rising and begun to shift around in his seat, occupying himself with the thought that braggadocious doesn’t even make sense, when Jim asked again, “So what? Are you gonna come to the protest or what?”

Phil thought about it for a bit and as he was about to voice his answer when Jim confidently shouted, “Before you answer Phil, just know that men at some time are masters of their fates: the fault, Phil, is not in our destiny, but in ourselves, that we are underlings. This is why I protest.” Phil leaned back on his cushion with all his weight, awestruck by his friend’s enlightening words.

It was at that moment, Phil whipped back onto his feet, “Ok, let’s go then.”