I am saddened to learn of the death yesterday of Ricardo Montalban, by all accounts a class act. William Shatner was probably not at his bedside in a Starfleet uniform, and his last words were probably not “From hell’s heart, I stab at thee. For hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.” But I prefer to picture it that way.
And considering his diverse and accomplished career, he’d probably be annoyed at my fantasy of him walking through the gates of heaven saying “Smiles, everyone, smiles!” But still — I prefer to picture it that way.
Best mullet in any star trek movie?
You obviously never read the open letter Ricardo Montalban wrote to his son that Dear Abby used to publish every year or so. It was awful. The man was an ascot-wearing dwarf whose greatest achievement was his Cor-DO-ba tv ads.Good riddance.
Here it is:
As long as you live in this house, you will follow the rules. When you have your own, you can make your own rules. In this house we do not have a democracy. I did not campaign to be your father. You did not vote for me. We are father and son by the grace of God, and I accept that privilege and awesome responsibility. In accepting it, I have an obligation to perform the role of a father. I am not your pal. Our ages are too different. We can share many things, but we are not pals. I also am your friend, but we are on entirely different levels. You will do in this house as I say and you must not question me because whatever I ask you to do is motivated by love. This will be hard for you to understand until you have a son of your own. Until then, trust me.
Not as bad as I remember it. At the time, I found it very offensive.
Sounds like a loving father that wants his son to grow up with love and respect to me.
Read the letter and I agree. I see nothing wrong with it. Sounds like father and man I can respect. Don’t be so damn soft on your kids. 😛