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The only thing I know about Dick3 is that he was a murderer, usurper, and poor horseman. There was a story about him written by the immortal bard which we were required to read in school; I still can't think of any justification for printing it. There was a movie based on that boring story that starred Sir Lawrence Olivier, and we were forced to view that travesty, as well. In what way my life was enriched by being exposed to such mediocrity in writing and acting I have yet to determine, despite 40+ years of trying.
The 'real' Richard III was a dick; so what? Most men of political power in those days were scoundrels and rapists. Now that I think of it, what's changed? Why would anyone expect more of tricky Dick? Put his bones back, repave the parking lot, and let's be done with him. Good riddance. And let's stop making kids read such trash! Maybe if we assign them reading that has meaning and value to them, they'll actually take an interest and learn the language. It's worth a shot, since Bog knows what we're doing now isn't working...
Well regardless of what kind of man he was I think the whole thing is fantastic. That they could find and identify his remains, learn about how he died and fill in a little bit of the history book is an achievement.
The experts can make any thing up they want to and no-one can contradict them.
The reporting has been getting right on my tits about it. Sky News yesterday said they had proved he was "buried underneath a car park in Leicester". No he fecking wasn't. There was no fecking car park when he was buried.
And the amount of people reporting the DNA was compared with that of a direct descendant, despite the bloke himself saying in every interview "I'm actually a direct descendant of his sister, not him".
There's dumbing down, and then there is simply being too dumb to report things properly.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.