We had class today; a rarity around here. We were making up for Wednesday of next week when half of us go to Ireland, some of us go other places, and some of us stay here.
I will be going to Ireland; I may have wireless, I may not. It remains to be seen.
Due to massive infighting in Celtic Anthrax today, my whole night has been spent *gasp* catching up on homework. I have figured out that Richard III really, really, REALLY needs a good timeout with his mother. Possibly even a spanking could be arranged. The man actually sits there on his horse and disrespects the woman (she's kind of asking him why, by his subtle design, he had killed every male member of the family and one female).
He basically tells her to shut up and go away and stop nagging him.
This has me thinking to myself that if any other really nasty person in history, say, Attila the Hun, had been in the same position he would at least have bowed down, kissed her hand, and said, "Mummy, I've been bad. I suck. But forgive me?"
It just proves to everyone what a bastard he really is when he can look at his own mother and tell her to shut up, especially after killing brothers and cousins and nephews and God knows who else. The man either is heartless or he has a hell of a lot of nerve. Probably both.
Rich gets cut down in battle anyway, so he gets punished for his crimes against...well, everyone, but I kept thinking the man deserved it merely because his mother was trying to make him confess and the humpbacked idiot sat there and ignored her pleas.
And now it appears I should be getting to bed, as it IS nearly midnight. Talk to y'all tomorrow.
Cheers,
Bec
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