Theirs was a love story that will be told and retold for centuries. Florence Henderson passed away this past Thursday night and, to the surprise of no one, Fidel Castro decided life was not worth living in a world without Mrs Brady and took his own life at age 90.
“Flo-Fid,” as the celebrity couple was called, were an odd mix from the start. Over the decades Florence Henderson would often express her feelings toward Castro by calling him “that murderous thug dictator” while the lovesick Fidel would simply restate his undying love for her.
As Henderson once tenderly recalled “That sickening piece of garbage just cannot understand that I’m not really Mrs Brady from The Brady Bunch. I despise him and everything about him. The world will be a better place when he’s gone.”
Castro would simply reply to such sentiments from his beloved by saying “We are like the Sam and the Diane from Cheers, no?” People magazine often stated that “the lady doth protest too much.”
CNN reporters stated that the way the deaths came so close to each other is a clear rebuke to Donald Trump … But they also said that about the sun rising this morning. Continue reading
Anteia was written by the comic poet Philyllius. This comic poet’s career seems to have spanned approximately from the 410s BCE to 390 BCE. One of his comedies won 1st prize at a Lenaea festival in the 390s and he won 1st prize at an unknown Dionysia. His fellow comedian Strattis credited him with being the first Attic Old Comic to use real torches on stage.
A hetaera could move from man to man or keep one man for extended periods. What they were was openly known but the hetaerae occupied the top rung in the open “sex for pay” business in ancient Greece. Political figures could be publicly known as a hetaera’s steady man and it was not a career ender, but the man would be in for a lot of ribbing in the comedies of the time, usually as the butt of jokes pointing out how such an “ugly” man could ONLY get such a beautiful sex partner by paying her. 
Recently I had the chance to interview the weak, inept and crooked little man named Barack Obama. It was pretty easy to set up the interview. I claimed to be a Muslim family who would be happy to go on television and pretend America is an Islamophobic death-trap run by Jewish conspirators. Less than a half-hour later Obama and a film crew arrived at my place by helicopter. ***
