From the YouTube video of the Doors’ performance of “Riders on the Storm.”
“I hate everybody’s guts,” he said as the Priest watched him being strapped in, “and everybody hates mine.”
“May God have mercy on your soul, Billy.”
“Even God hates me Father, so you can go screw yourself.”
Father James Buchanan looked over at the Warden who shook his head. Then he turned to the executioner whose name the Priest preferred not to know. They and the two prison guards filed out leaving William Edward “Billy” Cook Jr. alone to his fate.
Rafael Moody, the executioner, closed the hatch to San Quentin State Prison’s gas chamber. Then he tightened the door handle making sure the seal was airtight. Father Buchanan took his place back in the gallery with the others. God had given him a mission inside these prison walls but certainly this was the most heart wrenching part of it.
Buchanan looked over at Warden Anthony Barnett who was staring impassively through the gas chamber’s windows at a still defiant Cook.
Rare color photo taken by the U.S. Navy of the capture of the U-234 at the end of World War Two
Kapitänleutnant Johann-Heinrich Fehler commanding the U-234 had been convinced by Luftwaffe General Ulrich Kessler and the two high-ranking Japanese passengers that the radio message to all U-boats from Admiral Karl Dönitz ordering them to surrender to the Allies was a fake. Dönitz was supposedly now German Head of State following the death of Adolf Hitler and the Soviets were reported to have captured Berlin. The orders commanded all U-boats to surface, hoist a black flag, and to surrender to Allied forces.
Fehler was not terribly fond of the two Japanese, respectively a naval architect and an aircraft specialist, but Kessler’s loyalty to the Reich was without question. The General kept emphasizing how their mission to deliver Germany’s remaining cache of 1,200 pounds of uranium oxide to the Japanese occupied harbor at Konan in Korea was vital.
American alternative rock band “Marcy Playground”.
“Jemmy, who’s this bloody tart sitting in my chair?”
“That you, Danno?”
She was calling from the bedroom. Dan had come home high as usual. Having closed the door behind him after spending three minutes just getting the key in the lock, he was leaning back against it so he wouldn’t fall over.
“Yeah, Luv. I say though, who’s the bird sitting in my chair looking like she wants to cut off me neither bits?
“It’s a bloke.”
“Looks like a bird to me, giving off a sort of angry Grace Jones vibe. What, you bringing home transvestite hookers, now?”
Dan laughed frantically as if it were someone else who’d told the joke and he found it fantastically funny.
Lake Rotoroa, New Zealand – Found at The Venturing Angler
How many times must we tell the tale?
How many times must we fall?
Living in lost memory
You just recalled
from “Pretending” written by Jerry Lynn Williams
Performed by Eric Clapton
“Janice, please stop pretending. We both know you stopped loving me a long time ago. Every time I try to talk to you, you act annoyed, as if you can barely stand to be around me.”
“It’s not like that, Harry. It’s not you. It’s me.”
“That’s what they all say when you really mean when it’s me, Harry. You’re just playing games.”
Janice and Harry had been married for 35 years. They’d raised two kids together. Ben got married and divorced in less than a year and was now on this third tour of duty with the Marines in Afghanistan. Elizabeth married Raoul two years ago and was expecting. It would be their first grandchild, but then again, they weren’t going to get that far.
When you touch me my heart melts
(And anything you did wrong I forgive) Yeah, yeah. So you play me and take advantage
Of the love that I feel for you
Why you wanna hurt me so bad
I believed in you that’s why I’m so mad. Now I’m drowning in disappointment. And it’s hard for me to even look at you
-Recorded by Heather Headly
“I wish I Wasn’t (Radio Edit)”
Songwriters: James Wright, Terry Lewis, and James Harris Iii
Four strong, brutal men held Andre motionless in the tiny cell of the North Tower as the unholy Priest locked the iron mask over his face. He didn’t resist, though in fact, it would have been impossible for him to do so. He had failed and this was the consequence and his penitence. If she would have just killed him as she had so many others, at least his soul would have known peace. To be kept alive like this though was worse than an eternity in Hell.
Only after Andre’s handsome and nobel visage was encased in the cold metal did she finally appear. With a nod, the four armed thugs accompanied the Priest out of the cell. Katia took the key to the mask from the Priest and in return presented him with the only key to the door of the tower’s solitary cell. The eldritch clergyman ceremoniously locked it and then returned that key to the Princess as well.
Once the door was secure, she spoke solemnly to the men, “Leave us.”
They obeyed immediately and without a word. Everyone did, everyone except Andre.