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The imperial coat of arms with the eagle was first created by Charlemagne when he was crowned in 800.
By CC
It was a good day for a picnic at the beach. Pepin the Short tossed Charlemagne a stack of towels. “Here, boy. Just take them down to that bench.”
Charlemagne threw the towels in the sand and kicked a rock out of his way. Pepin wasn’t long for this world.
In his mind, Charlemagne toyed with ideas for a coat of arms. He had to devise something soon. He grabbed a chicken off the bench and tore into it with his teeth. Bertrada raised her arm to swat at him but turned away tiredly. There was no controlling this one. He would break away soon.
For the family snap, they gathered by the table, littered with bottles of wine. Charlemagne stood at the left, arm around his girlfriend, Himiltrude. He had completed the design in his mind. But he needed to fact check first.
After the photograph was taken, he went back up to the car, looking for Pepin’s bible, a tattered copy of Einhard: The Life of Charlemagne by Samuel Turner.
How profoundly Charlemagne wanted to be free of his father’s bizarre historical obsession! He opened the book to a marked page: The imperial coat of arms with the eagle was first created by Charlemagne when he was crowned in 800.
Well, there’s a clue, he thought. An eagle. He looked out over the ocean and felt the pull of its vastness and power. He decided to kill his father over the weekend, took a note book out of his pocket and began to plan the event.
Later, during the manhunt for Charlemagne, Chuck and Hilda slipped into Mexico and bought a food truck with Pepin’s secret treasure. They lived happily thus for years until buying a sailboat that later sank off Mazatlan, after which they were never seen again, though, as no-one ever actually looked, it could not be verified.
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The collective influence of the executive council was appreciated in London.
By TNT
Collective influence of the executive council had enormous power of control and the ability to consign any written or spoken words. Fake News was all that was allowed. Bookstores were closed and the black market literature was exceedingly popular.
The last bookstore in London sold all its books to one dealer who would send children out in the streets to hawk classic authors – even Charles Dickens was banned. The collective influence of the executive council was appreciated in London.
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No matter how much money you make or how much you have in the bank, finances are stressful.
By MD
When Pam and Tim won the lottery, they did the smart thing, the thing “conventional wisdom” says you must: They kept their winning a secret until they acquired an attorney and a financial advisor. “After all,” Pam said, “No matter how much money you make or how much you have in the bank, finances are stressful. Now that we are the lottery’s first billionaire winners, we have to learn how to manage our money and avoid the scalpers and the hangers on.”
“Right you are,” Tim said. So the two of them spent a month seeking advice, conducting interviews, and winnowing down the selections to one learned gentleman who was both an attorney and a financial advisor and a real estate agent.
So it happened that they followed his advice and bought a tropical island, away from the “money grubbers,” as their advisor termed it, where Tim and Pam could retire in peace and enjoy a new life with the primitive tribes who lived there. The couple was pleased with this solution to their financial anxieties and felt they had acquired their island at a bargain price – their attorney/financial advisor/real estate agent sold them his island for a “mere pittance” as he termed it. They paid just under a billion dollars. That was, in fact, all of their lottery winnings, but the ambiance and solitude of the island made it ideal for them.
So it was on their first night there, after settling all the furniture in their cozy nest, Pam laid out a romantic beach side dinner for the two of them, to celebrate their good fortune. Unfortunately, their attorney/financial advisor/real estate agent, whose name, by the way, was Dewey Cheatem, failed to mention the active volcano looming in the center of the island. Just as Pam finished putting the finishing touches on the table setting, and Tim had poured the wine, the volcano erupted and the island sank into the sea. Which meant it was Dewey Cheatem who was the actual lottery winner and it was his turn to learn the lesson “No matter how much money you make or how much you have in the bank, finances are stressful.” And ain’t that the truth?
