Friday, December 2, 2011

December 2 RIP

Cortes died today.  He was not the "killer" that Neil Young says he was- or not merely the killer.  He used the cruelty of the Aztecs against them, and recruited thousands of men from other tribes that had been victimized by them.  Trust me... the Aztecs were not the peaceful loving folks they're made out to be. 

Heh heh.  If you're of a slightly sadistic turn of mind, you'll no doubt be breaking out the whips and chains to celebrate the death of the Marquis de Sade.  And he'll love every second of it! 

John Brown, famous abolitionist, also died today.  With a little help from his enemies.  His Harpers Ferry raid turning into a disaster, he was captured, tried, convicted, and hung in less time than it would take today to set a court date.  For a preliminary hearing.  At any rate, he's one of the main catalysts for the Civil War, and in a kind of Old Testament turn of phrase, told one interviewer that the sins of the land could only be washed away with blood.  Boy was he right.  About the blood thing, at least. 

Harrison Ford also died today.  In 1957.  Gasp!  Is this one of those weird instances where a baby dies, and somebody later takes their name and lives incognito for decades, before being unmasked as a well-known fugitive?  Nah. It's about two guys who happened to have the same name, and who both went into movies.  Luckily, because HF I died in the 1950s, it meant HF II could use the name later.  And he did, to great success.  But you already know that. 

Hey, remember the other day when Desi and Lucy got married?  Well today is the day the Desi died.  In 1986.  By then, they hadn't been married for a long time.  Did their divorce cause his death?  What do you think?

Pablo Escobar wins today's "Rot in hell" award.  If you don't know his name, you're lucky.  He was arguably the biggest drug lord of his time- perhaps all-time.  He almost managed to take control of the whole nation of Columbia, which annoyed enough people that it got him whacked.  Not a loss to humanity.  That was in 1993, by the way. 

And on a better, or at least less violent note, Eric Woolfson died on this date in 2009.  He was the songwriter for most of the stuff you know by The Alan Parsons Project, and also did a lot of the vocals.  The Project is an interesting group, since it was formed by an engineer and a lyricist, who then recruited other musicians to handle the additional stuff, like playing and singing.  But hey- it worked, so who are we to criticize?

And that's that.  For today. 

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