December 16 is Boston Tea Party Day. It commemorates the 1773 protest where American colonists dumped British tea into Boston Harbor to protest unfair taxation.
This was a key event leading to the American Revolution and it is remembered annually with reenactments and commemorative events.
On December 16, 1773 memebers of a group called the Sons of Liberty, disguised themselves as Native Americans and boarded three ships in Boston Harbor. They destroyed 342 chests of tea by tearing them open and dumping them into the harbor. This was a protest of the Tea Act and "taxation without representation" from the British Parliament.
The already tense situation was met with the punitive Intolerable Acts and the colonists became united against England sparking the American Revolution.
Today in 1890 Lakota Chief Sitting Bull was killed by tribal police who were sent to take him into custody for his involvement in the Ghost Dance Movement.
The Ghost Dance was a late 19th-century Native American spiritual movement. It began with Paiute prophet Wovoka and offered hope for cultural renewal and driving out white settlers through sacred dances and rituals.
It envisioned a new earth with buffalo and ancestors returning.
US officials saw it as a militant threat. It ended tragically at the Wounded Knee Massacre in 1890, where US troops fired on unarmed Ghost Dancers. This is pretty unseemly given the fact that The Republic missed no opportunity to walk all over the native Americans otherwise.
The tribal police encountered his supporters which turned into a violent gun fight at his cabin at Standing Rock Reservation.
As usual the US Authorities believed they owned the lands because though they were actually intrusive interlopers fearing rebellion. They ordered his arrest. A gunfight ensued. During the gunfight Sitting Bull was struck in the chest by a bullet and died as the result. He was 59 years old.
Sitting Bull was killed, along with several others, including his son, Kangis Siha (Crow Foot).
Sitting Bull has two official burial sites. He has his original grave at Fort Yates, North Dakota. There is a second site where his remains were moved by his family to Mobridge, South Dakota which is near his birth place. Singularly, the US Government was the absolute worst thing to ever happen to the Native Americans who actually owned the lands that were confiscated.
Vlad III, commonly known as Vlad the Impaler was a Romanian hero making him the model for Dracula the vampire according to many accounts.
My youth found me enthralled by monsters and such and Dracula was one of those so — once I found out a little about him — Vlad naturally became an interest of mine over the years.
He was the second son of Vlad Draculis and is remembered as a brutal proponent of independence from the Turks — ruthless with all including enemies and his countrymen alike who did not live their lives according to his strict standards of morality.
His signature punishment was "impaling" where a sharpened wooden pole was used to suspend the victim above the ground typically causing death and great suffering prior to that moment.
He was called 'Dracula' because his father, Vlad II was a member of the Order of the Dragon which was a chivalric order created to defend Christendom against the Ottoman Turks whereby he became known as "Dracul" (or Dragon).
Dracula meant "son of Dracul" in medieval Romanian hence the name through out history. Modern Romanian maintains that the word for "devil" is "drac" and this became part and parcel of that association with the fictional vampire of literature.
It took me a long time to finally differentiate between the actual man from history and the fictional character from Bram Stoker's novel.
It's peckerhead Dick Van Dyke the insufferable woke asshole's birthday.
When I was a child I enjoyed his acting. I used to watch him and Mary Tyler Moore on the Dick Van Dyke Show.
Later he loosed his stupid politics on the world like the would-be influencer his dumb ass would like to be.
Richard Wayne Van Dyke has a history as an award-winning American actor, comedian, and entertainer. He has worked across film, stage, radio, and live theater.
Now he's just a political curmudgeon trying to force his backward opinions on anyone and everyone.
He was born born December 13, 1925.
He's turning 100 years old and as far as I am concerned he's outlived his value as a human being. I hope he dies soon.
That predominately red and green foliage that makes the Christmas season more special in my mind.
The holidays have made the poinsettia one of those recognizable icons of Christmas in particular ...
I was once sweet on a girl whose family grew and sold them locally.
Now we have National Poinsettia Day each December 12.
The poinsettia initially came to the United States via one Joel Roberts Poinsett, an American botanist and the first US Minister to Mexico.
In 1825, he sent cuttings home to Charleston, South Carolina.
The plant didn't really start becoming popular until the 1920s through the efforts of a California farmer named Paul Ecke Jr.
He developed a grafting technque which caused the seedlings to branch out and they became a marketable item along the roadside flower stands then via marketing and shipping the plants all over.
Now I personally can't see the season going down without the poinsettia making things look more like Christmas.
I used to travel up to the Blue Ridge Parkway most weekends. Nowadays I'm pretty much a homebody and don't venture out like I used to.
The vistas of the mountain tops were some of my favorite places. I recall spending hours on end at Craggy Gardens and the Pigsah Range farther South.
I never saw Sasquatch or anything untoward just the birds and other woodland creatures known to me. I was actively pursuing bigfoot at that time, however.
I contained my disappointment and let it all go for the other benefits of hitting the mountain range close to home.
Today is International Mountain Day. It goes down each December 11 and is here to emphasize the importance of mountains. With mountains comprising around 27% of the Earth's topology, conservation is the major thrust of the observance.
The late Michael Clarke Duncan was born 12/10/1957. He rose quickly among the thespian fray to become one of my favorite actors ever and I have mourned his loss over the ensuing years since his death at age 54 on September 3, 2012 from respiratory failure secondary to myocardial infarction.
He was born in Chicago and raised by his mother along with sister. He wanted to become a pro football player but opted for acting instead when his mother refused to allow him to play because she feared injury from the sport.
At 6 foot 5 inches he was an imposing figure on the big and small screens playing some of my favorite characters of all time.
I enjoyed his performances on Two and a Half Men, The Green Mile, and Armageddon among others.
However, it was his portrayal of one of God's true miracles, aka John Coffey in The Green Mile which struck my heart and placed him there forever.
Presenting the themes of miracles, redemption, and justice are most certainly difficult acts to follow.
At the time of his death, Duncan was involved with reality television personality Omarosa Manigault of The Apprentice fame (or infamy, depending on your perspective).
Her place in his life was contested by his family during probate and the ensuing mess was the stuff of interpersonal relations legend.
Michael Clarke Duncan was taken to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center after suffering a heart attack on July 13, 2012. He was relocated on August 6, 2012 from the intensive care unit but remained hospitalized. On September 3, 2012, while in the hospital, he passed of respiratory failure at 54 years old.
A private funeral was held for Duncan in Los Angeles on On September 10, 2012. There were a lot of big name celebrities in attendence and he was interred at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in the Hollywood Hills.
I mourned his loss with many others at that time and later as well.
My old friend Fred McCurdy passed recently and this is my first Christmas since that day.
He was the local area Santa Claus and I must say he really did strike a stunningly memorable Saint Nicholas with his holiday regalia and knowledge of the toys and such children request while sitting upon his lap.
This is Christmas Card Day.
It is that time when people start mailing holiday greeting cards to one another as a function of the joyous holiday season and it's a reminder to get your stamps, envelopes and greeting cards in order so you can participate.
These days we mail a lot of different Christmas cards during the holdays. The designs and styles are as varied as the people who send them.
I designed one myself in memory of my old friend Fred..
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It's a picture of him in a very iconic pose as Santa Claus and I remember that jolly old elf he portrayed.
On this day in 1980 John Lennon was shot and killed in New York City. He died after being shot four times by one Mark David Chapman on December 8, 1980. He was returning to his apartment building, the Dakota, in New York City. As Mr Lennon and his wife Yoko Ono arrived home, Chapman called out his name. As Mr Lennon turned, Chapman fired five shots.
Four bullets struck Mr Lennon in the back. Mr Lennon staggered into the building before collapsing. He was rushed to Roosevelt Hospital but was pronounced dead on arrival. Mark David Chapman, who had previously met Lennon and asked for an autograph that day, was arrested at the scene and was the assassin. He later said he killed Lennon because of the star's fame and for self-glory.
Daddy was interred on National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day having passed on December 4, 2001 from just about everything bad smoking for a lifetime can do to you.
He suffered from emphysema, cor pulmonale, empyema thoracis, and bronchopleural fistula. For reasons unknown he miraculously escaped lung cancer. The surgery was his downfall having sped up the end — but without it he would have passed anyway in the same approximate timeframe. Nothing could save him from his cigarette addiction.
We saw December 7th as a fitting day for his funeral given his career in the United States Navy and retirement as an E-9 Nuke Machinist Mate. With daddy it was "The Navy Way" all the way. He saw "the Navy way" as "the right way" and that was all that mattered to him.
He really went down hard trying to stay with us but in the end it became obvious that it simply was not to be. Though I was a grown man of 46 years at the time I cried and cried unashamedly at his passing. We have missed him all these years.
Steven Wright's humor has always struck me right where the laughter is ...
Steven Alexander Wright was born December 6, 1955 in Cambridge, Massachusetts to Lucille "Dolly" Lomano and Alexander K Wright.
He is an American stand-up comedian, actor, writer, and film producer.
He has a presentation which smacks of lethargy which has actually become a trademark of his.
His deadpan delivery includes irony, philosophical and sometimes nonsensical jokes, various rhetorical plays on words, as well as a plethora of one liners alluding to contrived situations.
Life is a bitch ... and then you die.
Steven Wright
On the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson
Wright has ranked high in the annals of comedy with accolades from the Oscar through the Emmy.
I have enjoyed his career immensely and today is his Birthday.
I stoppped drinking some 30 years back. It was a decision to cease and desist with all recreational drugs and this included tobacco, cigarettes and cigars, marijuana, pharmaceuticals, and of course alcohol. The consequences of this were not NEARLY as severe as I thought they would be.
I pretty much went cold turkey and never had the desire to resume any of it from that time forward. I have always been surprised to hear others speak of their difficulties putting these things down.
The United States went through a period called "prohibition" where the consuming of non medicinal alcohol was forbidden.
As always the crooks had all the liquor they could imbibe and the stupid government was unable to curtail anything toward that end effectively.
The 21st Amendment was ratified on December 5, 1933. This repealed 18th Amendment and ended nationwide Prohibition of alcohol and the governmental incompetence associated with it. This amendment was ratified by state conventions, not state legislatures, and the final state to ratify it was Utah. President Franklin D Roosevelt was the Chief Executive so he proclaimed the 18th Amendment repealed on the day of ratification.
Prohibition appears to have done nothing except cause problems and further promote backward thinking among the voters.
I recall the day that I was told I was "diabetic". I thought it was the end of the world.
In the vernacular, my condition is formally known as "metabolic syndrome X" which has the exact same ICDM code as diabetes mellitus so no distinction is made between the two conditions because medical people are basically stupid.
One of those things I practice as the result of the findings imposed upon me is the wearing of white socks which I change daily and sometimes more often. This is in conjuction with regular diabetic foot care by a professional.
My hope is not to lose my feet as I have seen others with "diabetes" suffer.
Today is National Sock Day. It is observed since 2016 under the auspices National Day Calendar and Pair of Thieves. to recognize that socks are important to the warmth and padding needed for a diabetic to protect their feet from the trauma imposed by walking and moving about.
There are other aspects others find important but these are not significant in light of my personal needs.
I enjoy my feet and intend to keep them. The white ankle length socks I consistently wear go a long way toward that end as do the deep knee bends I do for circulation.
I recall the day my mother requested permission to build her house in my front yard. Though the request certainly took me back — there was no way I would decline this request.
She had a deed for half of the acreage the next day. Today she dwells in her home, which I respectfully refer to as "Casa Beatrice" and she seems quite content to be there still.
Today is National Roof Over Your Head Day.
Today is a day to think of the homeless. The winter months mark extra difficulty for those without a place to call home. A warm place with running water and peace and quiet.
It is a day to be thankful for having a home. It happens each December 3rd in an effort to create awareness regarding homelessness in the nation. HUD reports that figures from January 2024 revealed an estimated 771,480 homeless citizens at that time.
Being homeless affects everyone. It crosses all racial and ethnic boundaries with some segments of the population being particularly vulnerable such as military veterans, persons with disabilities, families with children, and those who have experienced domestic violence or trauma.
While the complexities of homelessness make it a formidable socioeconomic problem with which to cope the coordinated efforts of government agencies, non profit organizations and the private sector can go far in the provision of help to those in need.
When my mother made a request to live here it was a serious consideration on my part. She has access to assistance when she needs it and all the technology she can utilize on demand. The day she moved in she had 150 megabits of wireless, a 50 inch color television, blueray player, Roku streaming device, and an intel NUC computer fit for a demanding engineer. Her computing needs are comparatively modest.
I hope your mother has similar success with your assets should the need arise. My parents were there for me when I was a child. As an adult I am always happy to be there for my remaining parent. Love crosses any and all boundaries thought to be insurmountable.