Every year at my school, on the Ides of March, one or another administrator is assassinated. This year two were offed. One at mid-morning break, the dean of students, and the high school principal at lunch. The assassination is announced with a fanfare played on trumpets. Classes spill into the hallways to witness the crime. The latin students as the be-toga-ed assassins engage Caesar in some small talk, and then the murder happens, all the students surrounding their prey with shouts and thrusting rubber daggers.
The cathartic nature of these “assassinations” diffuses lots of winter and academic frustration and helps spring seem just that much closer.
Julius Caesar’s real assassination in 44 BCE actually marked the end of the Republic and the beginning of the Empire. The irony is that he was murdered because of his adversaries’ fear that Caesar would end the Roman Republic. His death was the precipitating factor which led to a civil war and the eventual victory of Octavian (later known as Augustus), Caesar’s heir, who just happened to found the Roman Empire, which ended the Roman Republic. So much for killing actually resolving issues and getting you what you want.
Beware the Ides of March. You may end up with just the thing you are trying to get rid of.