I was talking with an acquaintance about a work situation. He was complaining that one of his co-workers seemed to have changed sides in a tense labor situation to join management's position. As a result, he equated the betrayer to Benedict Arnold. This told me that his feelings were pretty strong on the whole matter, but also made me realize that I hadn't heard the name in so long as to wonder if people at large still identified him with the same level of ire that he once held. Sure, no one's naming their kids "Benedict" that I'm aware of any more than I'm running across any little "Judas" or "Adolf" rugrats, but are they teaching these details in school?
My wondering made him wonder, so we snagged a passing twenty-something we both knew and asked him, "Who's Benedict Arnold?"
|Ruined the name "Benedict" for everyone|
This drew a puzzled look and an "ummmm..." so we quickly threw him a rope with "How about Nathan Hale?"
"ummmm...Wait," he said. His eyes were starting to light up. There was something going on under that hair! "War guys!" he said happily.
"Which war?" my partner in puzzlement asked.
|Not Nathan Hale. It's Patrick Henry, but he said ballsy stuff, too.|