by Kenny J Baez
Saturday, March 27, 2004
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Spartacus undermined the good works of the Roman Empire,
destroying legion after legion with his army of slaves and gladiators.
Like Asterix the Gaul, he was a chronic problem for the Senate.
If Batiatus, the gladiator broker, hadnít come along to the quarry
and seen him breaking rocks, Rome might have been
spared the spectacle of a slave rebellion. How did it happen?
The smarmy gladiator trainer, Lentillus, kept goading Spartacus.
He knew he had a soft spot for Varinia (Jean Simmons),
- Do you like her, Spartacus?
Varinia would eventually (once she got to know him)
carry a torch for the brave gladiator.
Lentillus, then, ignited the spark of fury that led to mayhem!
Spartacus and his followers broke out of the barracks
and headed straight for the cookhouse to arm up - cleavers, meat hooks,
any sharp instrument or object that would do the damage.
They poured on their captors like lava, busted out, and headed for the hills.
I poured the wine
I washed the togas
I fed him grapes
I cut his throat
and joined the slave army:
Bring down the goalposts, Spartacus,
for all us wage-slaves!