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.
