Chinese tomb belonging to eldest son of Han Dynasty emperor kicked out just a month into the job

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5316645/Giant-panda-gives-cub-cuddles-tries-escape-hugs.html

A road-tripper rescued two abandoned puppies from the desert... then took them on a 30,000-mile trip around North America

The 2,000-year-old Roman pots containing magical offerings - including an INTACT eggshell

Did toxic wine kill Alexander the Great? Scientists 'find plant behind ancient leader's agonizing death over 12 days'

Journal of an Asiatic Expedition, 1793, NY Mag

Journal of an Asiatic Expedition attempted by me, Alexander the son of Olympia, (and perhaps the son of Philip.)

446th Olympiad, June 23. Eight o'clock in the evening. Confoundedly tired with marching through this sun-burnt oriental country. A puddle of fresh water is a natural curiosity, and my canteen is half full of sediment. But the hope of filling our knapsacks with Persian gold keeps us from repining. I mean to measure my mattrass in less than an hour, and if that slut Thais keeps me in bed till six o'clock to-morrow morning, I'll know why. There is no campaigning with or without these trollops.

24th. Ten in the morning. Just finished reviewing my troops -- Adjutant-general Parmenio is as formal as his old maiden sister -- to receive and return the salutes of a thousand fellows is worse than to be engaged in a decent skirmish. I ever hated ceremony. Give me a girl, a bottle, and a battle, sans souci.

25th. Three in the afternoon. My scouts have this moment come in and inform, that I can easily reach the banks of the Granicus in two hours; and that the Persians, gay as gems and gold can make them, and numerous as locusts, line the eastern shore as far as the eye can reach. My men expect a scratch, but I and Darius's general perfectly understand each other. I have promised him a province when I shake his hand at Babylon, and I know the coward will rely upon me. I am to make the onset with great play fury, and he is to retreat as ostentatiously as he pleases.

--Seven o'clock. Well, the farce is over, and we Invincible Macedonians have got the Granicus in our rear! My opponent behaved pretty well; although he ought to have pretended resistence a little longer than he did. I believe the rascal thought more than once that we were in earnest. I will give one of the half starved poets that hang upon me, a pistareen and mug of grog, to describe this days' bustling as a battle of amazing magnitude: Paint Bucephalus as plunging thro' the foaming current, and bearing me resistless at the head of thirty thousand veterans on a foe, valiant, tho' unequal -- describe the eagle of victory hovering over my helmet -- and the Fates fainting onthe shore. The fools of posterity perhaps may read the nonsense and believe it. [clip]

Is this the world's oldest wine cellar? Jars containing remains of mixture made 4,000 years ago hint at recipes using cinnamon, mint and honey

Dickens' London brought to life: Fascinating snapshot of Victorian street traders taken at the dawn of photography

PING - miscellaneous, including Victorian London street photography

That bottom one is a ‘Victorian Roach Coach’

Wow, I bet those are the 2 most loyal dogs ever, good for him!
I would not have guessed part German Shepherd at all, except maybe from the shape of their puppy heads.

I was thinking Bernese Mountain Dog, but I should have recognized Border Collies. I had two. Great dogs. I just love the way his head is bent down toward the puppies.

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How sad to think there’s a actual dumping spot out in the desert for unwanted animals. Bomb the perps with a drone!

I’d consider bombing to be ethical.

“He was dethroned by the royal faction for his lack of morals and talent.”
He was unable to program an abacus and had an insatiable appetite for the controversial dish Kreem of Sum Yung Gai?

What was the Dickens novel about the fisherman family living in an old, beached boat? David Copperfield?

I despised Dickens and have managed to erase from my brain every novel of his that I was forced to read. But there have to be real Dickens enthusiasts here who would know.

>.and had an insatiable appetite for the controversial dish Kreem of Sum Yung Gai

ANTIQUITY and UNIVERSALITY of the ENGLISH LANGUAGE, 1791

THE people of the United States are almost generally descended from Englishmen: he that proves therefore that the language of Englishmen (like the old fashioned Hebrew) was once that used by all the world, will add a considerable bolster to occidental vanity.

The venerable empire of China got its name from the following circumstance, if the memoirs of Fo-hung-fo are to be credited. Some thousand moons ago, one of its monarchs happened to be as great an epicure as any modern monarch need to be: he used to summon up his cook every morning after sipping his gin-feng beverage, and demand the bill of fare of the day. Among other viands, the cook once mentioned a chine of pork -- it happened not to be the king's favourite morsel, and in a voice of thunder he reiterated Chine-ha! -- China-ha was echoed from every nook of the palace -- from palace to the city -- from the city to the provinces -- and, finally ended in giving name to the greatest empire the sun ever illumined.

In the capital of this very country, a bevy of young girls took it in their heads to wear their conical bonnets uncommonly peaking - the reader at a blush sees whence came the name of Peking. Some authors, however, and they too of tolerable reputation, say, that one of the emperors of the dynasty of Chung-tchi, was so immoderately fond of pease, that he got the name of Pea-king, and gave it to the royal residence.

The city of Nan-kin, it is well known, took its name from one Nancy Keene, a trollop, who kept a gin-shop in Liverpool. Her business there growing dull, she tramped over to China, and set up the trade of brewing tea-toddy, in the town which now bears her name without having suffered the least corruption. -- How fickle is fortune! This vagabond slut has stamped her name upon one of the first cities of the world; while the great Columbia, with much ado, communicated his to the paltry mud heap of St. Kitts!

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Lack of morals and talent. Who does that remind you of.

Please list in priority order.

Obama
Obama
Obama
Obama
Obama
Obama
Obama
Obama
Obama
Obama

I suppose you have to go pretry far down the list before you can cone up with another name. Lol

Have to admit I have trouble counting that high.