“My Kingdom is not of this world,” he said.
“Then Rome has no case against you,” I said.
They showed the wretch to the mob who bayed for his crucifixion.
Well, I don’t have enough soldiers in Jerusalem to quell a revolt, so I called for water.
Washed my hands of it. Gave him over to the local justice.
Such barbarians these Judeans!
Now he’s crucified and in his tomb, that’s the end of the matter.
Ha! ‘Not of this world.’