Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris went up in flames, today. From what I've read, they got a lot of irreplaceable things out, but...
They're not sure, yet, what started it. I've heard everything from accident to malice. Either way, I'm more than a little angry about it.
Let's say it's an accident, that the renovations did something that sent the building up in flames. I've heard that it was possible that they may have had something ignite from soldering the leaded roof. If such is the case...I'm still bloody angry. I can't call it negligence, but I can call it shoddy workmanship that should never have been permitted within a hundred feet of the front door of the eight hundred year old cathedral. I really hope the contractors wind up bankrupt for this, if this is the case.
If it was malice...well.
Charlemane...Charles Martel...Charles the Great...However you want to call one of the great heroes of Europe, he had offspring. Descendants on both sides of the sheets. One of the most famous was William the Bastard of Normandy. JUST because he moved address from Normandy to Britain doesn't mean he was the only one. I'd be willing to bet that any...individual...who decides to take credit for that will discover that, while the politicians are weevils and roaches and other slimy creatures lacking spines, the country as a whole is getting sick of their shit.
And that's assuming that the French are satisfied with simply crushing the Saracens, instead of following in the footsteps (metaphorically) of that most infamous Prince of Wallachia.
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