Quintessentially English, I desire the shire. Call me audacious, but I know I’d toss the ring into Mt. Doom.
I’d never make it to the summit today, though. Middle Earth is no longer safe for hobbits. We did more than merely allow things to get this way–we celebrated it. In the 21st century’s telling, the hobbits are made short work of long before it’s possible to make out the edge of Mordor on the horizon.
Boromir is our only hope.
One thing I’ve never enjoyed about the Gospels–how’s that for audacious?!–is how Jesus often explains the obvious meaning of the parables he tells. But as this is neither much of a parable nor clear in its implication, allow me to explain that I conceive of the ring as political power, Sauron’s forces as those of homogenized globalism, the hobbits as libertarians, and Boromir as a Gondor First conservative.