Sunday, February 25, 2024


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There really was a Macbeth:

Shakespeare’s Macbeth, king of scots, was a real person.

The historical facts concerning him, as they are given by writers at all close to his lifetime:
He was the dux (or general) of King Duncan, whom he killed—probably somewhere in Moray—in 1040.
He succeeded to the throne, ruled for fourteen years, resisted at least one English attack, and in 1050 visited Rome on pilgrimage.
In 1054 he was defeated in battle by Siward, the Anglo-Danish Earl of Northumbria, who installed Malcolm, son of Macbeth’s predecessor, as king.
Three years later Malcolm defeated and killed Macbeth at Lumphanan in Aberdeenshire.

Macbeth’s successor:

Macbeth was initially succeeded by his stepson Lulach.

Lulach was know by various epithets – Lulach the Idiot, the Unfortunate, the Simple-minded and the Foolish.

Following the death of Macbeth, the king's followers placed Lulach on the throne. Lulach appears to have been a weak king, as his nicknames suggest, and ruled only for a few months before being assassinated and usurped by Malcolm III.

It is also plausible his nicknames are the results of negative propaganda, and were established as part of a smear campaign by Malcolm III..

Stanley Kubrick, who gave us cinema classics like 2001: A Space Odyssey, The Shining, and A Clockwork Orange, funded his early career by playing illegal chess games for money in New York parks.

During the 1950s, Kubrick would often be found in Washington Square, a park in New York City, playing chess from 12 noon until 12 midnight:

“When I was waiting for things to happen, you know, when I was waiting to get a reply which could take several months to come, many times I would go to the park, I did that from 12 o’clock at noon until 12 o’clock at midnight,” he once explained to The New Yorker. “I could stay there twelve hours a day, with some breaks for food. During the day, I tried to get a table which had shadow, and at night I would try to get a table under the street lamps.”

The illegal games in the park after hours could earn him around $20 a day.

In 19th century versions of Cinderella, her sisters called her Cinder-slut:

"When she had done her work she used to creep away to the chimney-corner and seat herself among the cinders, and from this the household name for her came to be Cinder-slut; but the younger sister, who was not so ill-tempered as the elder, called her Cinderella."


Benigno Simeon Aquino, who wasPresident of the Philippines from 2010 to 2016, was known as Noynoy and PNoy.

His sisters are called Pinky and Ballsy.

In 1895, the only two cars in Ohio crashed into each other.

Firenadoes, sometimes called a fire whirl or fire devil is a whirlwind induced by a fire and often (at least partially) composed of flame or ash. These start with a whirl of wind, often made visible by smoke, and may occur when intense rising heat and turbulent wind conditions combine to form whirling eddies of air. These eddies can contract a tornado-like vortex that sucks in debris and combustible gases.

The phenomenon was first verified in the 2003 Canberra bushfires and has since been verified in the 2018 Carr Fire in California and 2020 Loyalton Fire in California and Nevada.


Galileo was born on the day that Michelangelo died – 18 February 1564

Rearranging the letters of 'President Clinton of the USA' gives:

To copulate, he finds interns.

The tallest ever human was a man called Robert Wadlow.

Robert Wadlow was an American man who grew to be 8 foot 11 inches tall! That's nearly three metres! Sadly Robert's height wasn't good for his health, and he passed away at only 22 years old.

Johnny Cash became a pain killer addict again after an ostrich atttack.

The incident took place at the “House of Cash” in Hendersonville, Tennessee, which featured offices, a museum, a recording studio, a gift shop—and an enclosure for exotic animals, including ostriches.

According to Cash:
That day, though, he was not happy to see me. I was walking through the woods in the compound when suddenly he jumped out onto the trail in front of me and crouched there with his wings spread out, hissing nastily.

All he did was break my two lower ribs and rip my stomach open down to my belt, If the belt hadn’t been good and strong, with a solid belt buckle, he’d have spilled my guts exactly the way he meant to. As it was, he knocked me over onto my back and I broke three more ribs on a rock—but I had sense enough to keep swinging the stick, so he didn’t get to finish me. I scored a good hit on one of his legs, and he ran off.

Those five broken ribs hurt. That’s what painkillers are for, though, so I felt perfectly justified in taking lots of them. Justification ceased to be relevant after that; once the pain subsided completely I knew I was taking them because I liked the way they made me feel. And while that troubled my conscience, it didn’t trouble it enough to keep me from going down that old addictive road again.


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