Pirates and Senators

My Stories

I’m Greek, so as far as Romans go, I’m not much of a fan. But there is one who I simply cannot put down as being like ‘all the rest’.

Julius Caesar.

Et tu Brute? Yeah that guy.

Despite his well-publicized death, I want to talk about his early life. Julius came from a significant, but not exceptionally wealthy family and had more than his share of hardships, in addition to becoming the dictator of the most powerful empire in Europe at the time.

When Julius was just 25 years old he traveled to Rhodes to study. While en-route his shipped was attacked and seized by Cilician pirates, who were unaware of his identity, and kidnapped him for ransom. When the young Caesar discovered that the pirates had demanded 2o talents of silver (about 620kg or 1375lbs) he became incensed, demanding they ask for more. He considered such a low request demeaning and told them to raise the ransom to 50 talents (1550 kg or 3400lbs) of silver, which they did.

The pirates dispatched several of Caesar’s companions to fetch the ransom, leaving Julius mostly alone. But did he cower and wait for the payment? Not in the slightest. Reports from other captives later claimed that Caesar all but bullied the pirate captors the entire time, at one point even demanding that he not be disturbed at night because he needed his rest. During the day he made them listen to poetry and speeches he composed, directed them in their chores and daily routines, and even exercised as well as played games with his captors. Collecting the ransom took forty days and there is no disputing that by the time it was paid most of the pirates treated him more as their superior than their hostage. Some later claimed to greatly respect him, despite his young age.

At his release Julius informed the pirates that while they had joy, fun, and a season in the sun, he did not appreciate the whole captivity thing and he planned to hunt them all down and have them crucified. Apparently none believed a private citizen had this sort of clout, so when he arrived a year later with a private fleet he hired, he captured them quite easily and reclaimed his silver.

After their capture he did follow through, as a man of his word and got the authorities in Pergamon to find them guilty and execute the entire lot. Moments before the crucifictions, however, Julius showed a modicum of compassion and slit all their throats to ease their suffering, rather than the hours or days it would take to die on their crosses.

What a soft-hearted guy. I suppose that summer frolicking in the summer Med with them meant more to him than maybe he let on.

Interesting fact about his death. Sixty senators plotted against Caesar to kill him and they all agreed to stab him so none would be able to determine who made the actual kill. When his body was examined post-mortem, Caesar was found to be wounded by twenty-three stab wounds. Of those, only one was actually a killing blow.

That means barely a third of the people who signed up, actually did what they promised to do.

And of those who did do what they promised? 95% did an ineffectual job and were useless.

Let this be a reminder the next time you get forced into a group project at work or school. Because from experience? These percentages still ring true.

And finally, always remember, politicians are more always vicious and blood-thirsty than common pirates and thieves.

Until next time,

God of Hate & Jealousy

Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay


The Season of Tomorrow & Yesterday


Days are longer and brighter as
the sun awakens from it’s month’s long nap and
flexes muscles slowly like a
morning stretch that tests the body without inviting a cramp

Birds are restless and
waiting for any opportunity to
share a cheerful chirp or
even flash their wings in exuberance over
the upcoming change of seasons

We trace the sun across our horizon and
watch it’s course over and over as
we measure moments, solstices and equinoxes in
addition to all the days in between that
measure our lives and define our years

Once again we steal the sun from
our neighbors south of the equator with
the promise to return it in six more months when
they have likely grown weary of the
gloom, the cold, and the dreary muck that
comprises the depths of hard winter on
this giant blue marble careening through space in
it’s captive course

Enjoy your days, don’t wish for future ones
No one is guaranteed the promise of tomorrow since it
never arrives, but rather becomes another
today which will give way to an
addition on a mountain of yesterdays that
comprise where we have been.\

Today is the day that matter so
live it to the fullest, then
freely relinquish it that scrapyard of yesterdays

Image by Jorge Guillen from Pixabay

It’s Enough to be a Good Person


So often we get caught up in the expectations and demands of others, regardless of their reasonableness. Remember, when you are doing your best for others then you are doing enough. There are those who will never be satisfied, no matter how much you give.

Take care of yourself, for if you fall victim to the energy vampires you will not be available for those who truly need assistance.



The Unseen
a deity of force
who mortals fear
and offer remorse
a priest spoke his word
Felt his call
Walked his hall

a coven of envy
who demand worship
from the mortal frenzy
they control the Unseen
made their rules
stoked the fuel

So it went
Unseen gave Trinity
wealth and riches
The priest they did torment
threw him to the jackals

recognize faithful
while remembering
the brazenly hateful
Unseen withdrew blessings
cursed their name
squelched their fame

Now they weep
for the return of glory
A deified muse
to tap for a story
he remains elusive
out of sight
fueling blight

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay