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Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Nightingales sang in Leicester Square
Once a Plantagenet, always a Plantagenet, that’s what I say.
Actually, I’ve never said that before in my life.
Until now.
Archaeologists have discovered the remains of King Richard III, last of the Plantagenet kings, under a parking lot in Leicester, England.
They proved it with the mitochondrial DNA of Michael Ibsen, a Canadian carpenter living in London who just happens to be the 17th great-grandnephew of Richard’s older sister.
What goes around, comes around.
That’s what I say.
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of York.
I say that too.
Only Shakespeare said it first.
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<b>Closed captioning is still cuckoo</b>
We talked in a post not too long ago about the deficiencies of the current state of the art of voice recognition software (VRS) and closed ...
Did you see the photos of Richard's scoliotic skeleton?
ReplyDeleteIt's a remarkable find isn't it? By all accounts he wasn't a nice fellow and his injuries seem to prove your "what comes around goes around" statement!
ReplyDeleteI say, I say, I say.... Off with that traitor's head!
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