[UPDATE: This story is probably dubious, but my larger point stands. And, in fact, so is that bit about ‘in a just world…’]
Severed head with the mouth filled with garlic and salt and sewn shut; his heart pierced with a hawthorn stake with a silver tip; and the pockets of his clothes all carefully resown. I figure that that’s enough to be really sure. Or we could just dunk the corpse in holy water and see whether it sublimates; I think that would work, too. Let’s find out!
…Look, I hope that the man made a good confession before he died, but it’s officially Too Late Now if he hadn’t – and Castro was an evil, vicious bastard when he was alive. And his brother’s – who is, effectively, the King of Cuba, only Raul Castro rules without any of the things that make monarchies more palatable – no better. If you’re sorry Fidel Castro’s dead, then I want you to know this: in a just world, Cubans would be using his aforementioned severed head in an impromptu game of football* right now.
Moe Lane
*Not our kind. That thing that the rest of the world plays.
Personally, I call it metric football. This seems to annoy fans of that sport.
I have started doing that as well .. although it runs into trouble when figuring out what to call rugby.
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Mew
Upside-down football.
…Look, I hope that the man made a good confession before he died …
One of the many interpretations of Hamlet’s apparent indecision hinges on the scene in which he had motive, method, and opportunity to kill his uncle, but held back. The key? Claudius was taking Confession, and if Hamlet had killed him, he would have gone to heaven. Hamlet wanted vengeance.