On November 1, 1950, Griselio Torresola and Oscar Collazo attempt to assassinate President Harry S. Truman at the Blair House in Washington, D.C. Truman escaped unscathed.
In the autumn of 1950, the White House was being renovated and President Truman and his family were living in the nearby Blair House on Pennsylvania Avenue. On the afternoon of November 1, Truman and his wife were upstairs when they heard a commotion—and gunshots—coming fromthe front steps of the house. Indeed, the pair of would-be assassins had strolled up to the front door of Blair House and opened fire. They never made it past the entry steps, however, due to the quick reaction of police officers and guards. Secret Service Agent Leslie Coffelt was mortally wounded in the ensuing melee, but not before he managed to kill Torresola.
Collazo later revealed to police just how poorly planned the assassination attempt was: the assailants were unsure if Truman would even be in the house when they launched their attack at 2 o’clock in the afternoon.Torresola and Collazo were political activists and members of the extremist Puerto Rican Nationalist Party, a group fighting for full independence from the United States. The “Independistas,” as they were commonly called, targeted Truman despite his support of greater Puerto Rican autonomy.
Apparently unfazed by the attempt on his life, Truman kept his scheduled appointments for the day. “A President has to expect these things,” he remarked dryly. Oscar Collazo was sentenced to death, but in an admirable act of forgiveness on July 24, 1952, Truman commuted the sentence to life imprisonment.
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Interesting, that by commuting a convict’s sentence, Truman didn’t want to execute one of the men that tried to execute him.
Side note:
Harry’s shaving company, (online),
a play off men being hairy, has a model of blade handle named The Truman. True man?
I wonder if they’re paying any royalties to the former President’s next of kin. Hmmm.
Whatever.
Their quad blade cartridges are good quality, and are a fraction of the cost of what the rapists at Gillette charge for blades at Walmart. Not that I shop there.
Other monkeys around here advocate The Dollar Shave Club, too.
Still others have pitched the razor cuz it’s a pain taking a sharp edge to a mug. Figuratively and literally. Of these, there are two types. Real men, and the soy boys who project a false masculinity.
Interestingly, the Native American Indian purebreds have no such issue, I believe.
Pappy said as much to me, when I was a lad. No facial hair.
“You’ve never seen an Indian with a beard or ‘ stache, have you, son”
No, Pops, I haven’t. Hmmm.
That mustachioed clown banging his tomtom in Nick Sandman’s face in DC?
Diluted bloodlines, I’d bet.
There is no baldness in pure bred native Americans, either.
They were the first, and only ones who, IMHO, looked good with a Mohawk.
Long & straight in back, shaved sides, short and spikey along the top, front to back.
It’s a look that many nons try to project, but rarely looks appealing.
And mullets don’t count.
Unless as a Walmartian, to be laughed at.
Wrong, I can show you a Pawnee who is 2/3 bald right now at 55 years old.
All I know is that what I was told by a 100% Osage tribal elder. He was the grandfather of one of my classmates and would come to our elementary school every couple of years and put on an educational seminar for us.