Yes, it’s International Stab a Roman Tyrant Day. Caesar deserved to get stabbed. He was ambitious. I know this because Brutus told me he was ambitious. And Brutus is an honorable man. So are they all, all honorable men.
Actually, I don’t recommend any of you go out and stab a Roman dictator today. You’ll have a hard time finding one, first of all, even before we consider the legality issue. You can’t just go around knifing a high-ranking official today and expect that Cicero will get you off with clever Latin word constructions. I instead recommend that you celebrate the day by either reading Shakespeare or taking a plastic knife and jabbing the guy at the office who hogs the copy machine. If he doesn’t yell out “Et tu, Brute?”, then you really need to give him a history update. He will thank you for it next year at this time when somebody again lunges at him with a plastic knife in mid-March.
Today is also the anniversary of the death of H. P. Lovecraft. He, however, wasn’t stabbed to death by furious pro-Republic senators. It was just Bright’s Disease, which is a lot less tragically romantic. Lovecraft's last writing was a description of his symptoms. A writer to the end.
Since today is an excuse to read Shakespeare, I’ll just post a chunk of “The Speech” so you have shortcut to enjoyment. Ah, the joy of public domain!
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,—
For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men,—
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.