Friday, June 25, 2010

This Day in History

1876 – Battle of the Little Bighorn in Montana resulting in the death of Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer and 262 of his men at the hands of the Lakota (aka Sioux) and Northern Cheyenne, and although his men did not deserve to die, he did. He became a national hero and stayed that way largely through the efforts of his widow, Elizabeth. This defeat was a result of gross stupidity on Custer’s part, and as a result, Americans have had to listen to one of the worst songs ever written, the kind that gets in your head, and you can’t get it out until you replace it with another god-awful song. So here it is:

Mr. Custer

That famous day in history the men of the 7th Cavalry went riding on
And from the rear a voice was heard
A brave young man with a trembling word rang loud and clear
What am I doin' here?

Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Hey, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
I had a dream last night about the comin' fight
Somebody yelled "attack!"
And there I stood with a arrow in my back.

Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (forward Ho! )--aaww

SPOKEN: Look at them bushes out there
They're moving and there's a injun behind every one
Hey, Mr. Custer-you mind if I be excused the rest of the afternoon?
Hmm, you're a little bit late on that one, Charlie
Hooh, I bet that smarts!

They were sure of victory, the men of the 7th Cavalry, as they rode on
But then from the rear a voice was heard
That same brave voice with the trembling word rang loud and clear
What am I doin' here?

Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Listen, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
There's a redskin a'waitin' out there, just fixin’ to take my hair
A coward I've been called cuz I don't wanna wind up dead or bald
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (forward HO)--aaww

SPOKEN: I wonder what the injun word for friend is
Let's see-friend-- kemo sabe, that's it
Nope, that itn't it
Look at them durned injuns
They're runnin' around like a bunch of wild Indians-heh, heh, heh
Nah, this ain't no time for jokin'


1903 – George Orwell, British writer (d. 1950)
1925 – June Lockhart, American actress and Lassie’s Mommy in the 1960s TV series
1945 – Carly Simon, American singer and songwriter, who proves that you don’t have to be able to sing to have a hit record
1961 – Ricky Gervais, English comedian, actor and writer – starred in Ghost Town, one of the funniest movies ever
1963 – George Michael, British singer and songwriter
1973 – Jamie Redknapp, English footballer – I put this one in for Tony.


1876 – George Armstrong Custer, American Army officer (b. 1839)
1876 – Thomas Custer, American Army officer, two-time Medal of Honor recipient, brother of George Armstrong Custer (b. 1845)
1876 – Boston Custer, American guide, forager, packer and scout, brother of George Armstrong Custer (b. 1848)
1997 – Jacques-Yves Cousteau, French explorer and environmentalist (b. 1910) - I never missed one of his specials.
2009 – Farrah Fawcett, American actress (b. 1947) and star of Charlie's Angels
2009 – Michael Jackson, American singer, pop icon and humanitarian (b. 1958)

And it’s National Catfish Day in the United States



    Farrah Fawcett, frêle et radieuse incarnation de la féminité à la face hyper sexuée d'où, paradoxalement, émanait une chasteté quasi angélique, créature magnétique à large dentition contribuant à faire de chaque sourire un pur ravissement, rêve incarné dans une chevelure luxuriante et un visage éclatant est morte en tant que mythe durablement momifié par la renommée certes, mais principalement en simple vieille peau qu'elle était devenue...

    Ce parfait produit d'une Amérique superficielle, artificielle, télévisuelle n'en fut pas moins dans sa jeunesse une authentique beauté, les fautes de goût de sa toilette yankee n'occultant point les charmes innés de sa nature.

    Blonde, charmeuse, séraphique, cette Eve typiquement texane fut tout aussi spécifiquement américaine dans la déchéance de sa beauté... Qu'importe ! Ses laideurs tardives ne feront jamais oublier sa gloire révolue tant il est vrai qu'elles furent plus éphémères encore. Farrah Fawcett aura vieilli avec un masque de grande douleur, celui du cancer bien sûr mais également celui de la Beauté devenue Hideur. Née sous le souffle de Vénus, elle finit ses jours sous le signe du crabe, avec pour uniques parures la ride et le sanglot, derniers cosmétiques déposés sur son front par la Camarde...

    La chute vers la tombe n'en fut que plus vertigineuse.

    On a de la compassion pour cette défunte si belle sur nos écrans, si épouvantable sous la stèle.

    En ce monde toute beauté est vouée à la putréfaction.

    Toutefois Farrah Fawcett aura emporté l'essentiel dans la fosse : sa superbe dentition qui, comme ses ossements, pendant des siècles témoigneront crûment, mais secrètement, de son passage sur Terre.

    Mais surtout, et c'est là la force et la consolation du poète qui partout ne voit que le beau, je crois que depuis sa sépulture le visage décharné de Farrah Fawcett -visage devenu crâne- définitivement dirigé vers le ciel, figé en direction de l'infini avec son superbe alignement de dents carnassières, continue de charmer l'Univers.

    En adressant un sourire éternel aux étoiles.



    Raphaël Zacharie de IZARRA

  2. Raphael (see comment above) has posted an obituary of Farrah Fawcett. She is obviously a fan, and so for those of us who do not read French, I am posting the obit in English:

    Farrah Fawcett, who soared to fame as a national sex symbol in the late 1970s on television's campy "Charlie's Angels" and in a swimsuit poster that showcased her feathery mane and made her a generation's favorite pinup, died Thursday. She was 62.

    Fawcett, whose celebrity overshadowed her ability as a serious actress, was diagnosed with a rare cancer in 2006. She died at St. John's Health Center in Santa Monica, said Paul Bloch, her publicist.

    Actor Ryan O'Neal, her longtime companion, called her cancer fight "long and brave" and said her family and friends took comfort in "the knowledge that her life brought joy to so many people around the world."

    Kate Jackson called her "Charlie's Angels" costar "an inspiration" who "showed immense courage and grace throughout her illness."

    "When I think of Farrah, I will remember her kindness, her cutting dry wit and, of course, her beautiful smile," Jackson said in a statement.

    Another "Charlie's Angels" costar, Jaclyn Smith, said in a statement, "Farrah had courage, she had strength, and she had faith. And now she has peace as she rests with the real angels."

    As an actress, Fawcett was initially dismissed for her role as Jill Munroe in "Charlie's Angels," one of the "jiggle" series on ABC-TV in the late 1970s.

    But she transformed her career and some popular perceptions in 1984 with "The Burning Bed," a television movie about a battered wife that brought her the first of three Emmy nominations. She further established herself as an actress in the play and later feature film "Extremities," about a rape victim who takes revenge on her attacker.

    Robert Greenwald, who directed "The Burning Bed," told The Times on Thursday, "She was incredibly gutsy, courageous and a risk-taker. She had this wonderful beauty, this very successful career and, unlike many people, she used it to open doors and take big chances."

    Yet for many, the poster of her wearing a wet, one-piece swimsuit and a blinding smile endured.

    "If you were to list 10 images that are evocative of American pop culture, Farrah Fawcett would be one of them," Robert Thompson, a professor of television and popular culture at Syracuse University, told The Times. "That poster became one of the defining images of the 1970s."

  3. I never knew there were so many Custers.

    Farah Fawcette, I'm afarid it's the hair I remember most. But she was a gutsy, brave lady.

    Now Mary, what made you think I would be interested in Jamie Redknapp?

    His father Harry Redknapp managed Southampton, my club, and oversaw their relegation from the Premiership.

    Jamie Redknapp was a great player for Liverpool and England in his time. His father brought him into the Southampton team to help our chances of survival in the Premiership league but to no avail.
    Jamie is retired now as a footballer. He is now what we call a television football pundit. He comments on football matches for ITV. Harry, his father, is very successful as manager of Tottenham Hotspurs at the moment taking them to fourth in the Premiership last season. Harry is a Londoner after all.

    I don't think Southampton was the right team for him to manage. He hated Southampton really.

    The Redknapps leave a bitter taste for a southampton supporter like me I'm afraid.

    Thanks for all the info, Mary.
    I hope you and your husband have a great weekend. I'd love to see some pictures of the Hudson River Valley.

  4. HI Tony,

    I didn't know a thing about Mr. Redknapp, but I had this feeling that you might.