tyrannicide

I may not be able to describe real life with the word "tyrannicide" but there's always Shakespeare. I'm going to eat my words if Al Qaeda kills Bashar al-Assad when he's meeting with Vladimir Putin, or maybe I'm going to double jinx myself expecting al-Qaeda to kill Bashar al-Assad.
I suppose the death of Stormfront was a tyrannicide of sorts. Also, I don't believe that Google's caching mechanism has caught up to webshites. That actually was a typo because the time of writing this is 1:04 AM but I'm leaving that.
I read something about Vanguard America and was super-excited because I thought that meant that Vanguard News Network was dead too.
They're distancing themselves from Trump comparisons in a hilariously suspicious way. In no way is this based on recent events in no way are you to draw your own conclusion about current times. Besides, Trump is more like Crassus.
In lieu of a plot summary, we get a program full of collected minutiae and cool things. Anachronisms are not unusual for Shakespearian plays and you can't complain about time-shifting Shakespeare plays because Shakespeare staged Julius Caesar with Elizabethian-era language and dress due to budgetary concerns. Or they can use bedsheets, although actual togas are long semicircular pieces of cloth. But they definitely wouldn't be able to get Roman-style armor. Theaters were in competition with bear-baiting arenas and so Caesar's death is portrayed as a prolonged attack. Et tu, Brute might mean "You as well, friend Brutus?" or "you're dead too, Brutus," depending on how it's spoken. Romans believed that the dying could peer into the future. The Romans as well as the Elizabethian British were in the midst of a calendar crisis. Caesar made an edict that made the year 46 BC 445 days long because time was out of joint. Wait, wrong play. Before that, typically, certain years would have eleven months instead of ten so that the first of March begins again on the Vernal Equinox. Meanwhile, in England, the Protestants wanted nothing to do with the Gregorian calendar and in those days, they used water clocks to calibrate their mechanical clocks and that depended on the seasons.
Russia kept the Julian calendar up until the Russian Revolution. And for religious events, they still use the Julian calendar. Yeah, so what if Christmas will eventually be in July. Probably won't exist anyway. Muslims don't particularly care about synchronizing their months with the seasons. Saudi Arabia has two seasons: hot and fucking hot.
Cassius has no idea what his birthday was so he declared it to be the day he died. Neither did Frederick Douglass and he knew no slave who knew his birthday.
The assassination of Lincoln was just John Wilkes Booth revenge against his brothers not casting him as Brutus. This may be apocryphal. In the Inferno, Brutus, Cassius, and Judas are in the innermost circle of Hell. On the other hand, American revolutionaries and Italian Red Brigades considered themselves heirs to Brutus. Malvolio, Angelo, Jaques, and Shylock are caricatures of Puritans, who wanted to shut down the theaters.
If plenilune is a full moon and demilune is a half-moon, then a new moon must be a cavilune.
They had to move some bicycles but reassured them that they'll have 22 toga-clad Romans chase after anyone who tries to steal them. There are a lot of characters in this play; many of the players have three or even four roles.
We read this in 8th grade and put on a very abridged version in which we all wore bedsheets: Soothsayer tells Caesar to beware the Ides of March, and meanwhile, Cassius is gathering up fellow nobility who fear Caesar becoming a king, and Calpurnia tries to convince Caesar that bad things will happen to him, Brutus believes that the further prosperity and freedom of Rome takes precedent over the life of his dear friend, and Caesar reveals a dream he has but Casca dismisses it, and Caesar is slain and Marc Antony delivers a eulogy that whips up the plebians into a frenzy, Cinna the Poet is killed, there's a war between the conspirators and the triumvirate of Marc Antony, Octavian, and Lepidus. Octavius and Marc Antony go to war and Marc Antony has a love affair with Cleopatra VII but that is a story for another time.
Cinna the Poet is played by a man who plays no other role and is on stage for just that one scene.
Overhead, a bat flew.
In a way, this could be interpreted as the tragedy of Brutus or a prelude to the tragedy of Marc Antony.

I drew one of the stage managers, either Elizabeth or Rachel, who was wearing a pendant that was a silver trefoil with a jeweled core over a black floral lacy tetrafoil that she got online on clearance because she thought it looked cool, and I drew an actor, possibly Leilani or Susannah or Angelina, most likely Angelina because her parents were taking pictures of the scenes with Metellus Cimber, who has a Yorkie named Zeus.
I said to the woman playing Portia, Dawn, that I just finished reading a book with genetically modified superintelligent chimps named Caesar, Brutus, Cleopatra, and Boadaeca. I couldn't remember the last one and she never shows up in Shakespeare anyway. Caesar might be a reference to Planet of the Apes.

Porter Station has stairs leading from the outbound platform to the inbound platform, then the 199-step stairs and 143 foot escalators with the cast bronze gloves and then the gates and even more stairs and a currently inoperative escalator and then the outside and a kinetic sculpture.

I saw that woman with the red until death tattoo and Ronald McDonald, Mickey Mouse, and Phan Thị Kim Phúc tattoo riding her bike but she rode away before I could say hi. That part of Cambridge is filled with gardens.

There was a woman with purple hair and facial piercings walking through the park.
The bathhouse has a brightly colored bucolic mural on the side and on the doors.

Amy told me that Alewife Station is a lot closer. What Amy didn't tell me is that the paths were treacherous.
Amy has pink hair and she had with her a female Bernese Mountain Dog. She has the word aurora tattooed on her back along with a design.
I said that the big difference between males and females is that males have the compulsion to pee on everything taller than them while females will just squat.
Alewife is vast and over one of the train tracks hangs a thousand tall thin neon lamps, and scattered throughout are images of plants and animals found around Alewife Brook, and there are murals of cows grazing and abstractly painted sky blue tiles. It was designed so that the Red Line could extend to Lexington once Arlington pulls their collective heads out of their god damn asses and STARTS FUCKING HELPING US. I think Miu from City Data lived there but now lives in New Hampshire.

The operator predicted the automated voice would screw up. So she reassured us that the next stop was Davis, not Porter.

burning question: whose story is Julius Caesar, anyway?