Imagine yourself in an ancient army. You're a Barbarian. Uneducated.
Primitive. Reading and writing are out of the question. As to
counting. you've only been able to count to three. You're on a march.
You have to keep cadence with your troop's marching rhythms while
keeping a 4/4 beat. How? Simple. You sing the Barbarian Marching
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And now time passes. The army and the world is more "au courant".
Progress nuzzles its way into the future. It is rumored that soldiers
are now able to count to four. Hup... two. three... four. Hup....
Clearly the heavens are showering miracles upon the Earth's populace.
The year is A. D. 286-306 or so. The Safety Pin has not yet been
invented. But its predecessor has made its way into the Roman
Long heavy woolen cloaks are worn by all. And in lieu of a safety pin
to hold it closed against the biting winds. they used Crossbow
Fibulas. They were quite often made of bronze. However and of course.
some things remained as static and as ancient as the setting sun.
Among them ... elitism. My chariot is a four-wheeled Coupe de
Ville... drawn by mighty white steeds. What's yours. a two-wheeled
hatch-back drawn by a couple of poor withered asses? Hah! Peon.
And so it was with the military officers of the day. Any
self-respecting Roman elitist would rather be dead than seen with a
bronze Crossbow Fibula. Silver for the lesser military. Gold for the
upper crust. The system has remained the same over the eons. You all
know it. Stripes for the lesser. Stars for the upper. Today it's a
Four Star General. Back then it was a pure gold Crossbow Fibula.
They were made at the imperial workshop and presented with all the
rites and pomp befitting an officer of high rank. And now we present
this golden Crossbow Fibula to a brave officer who has shown himself
to the worthy of belonging to the Royal Order of Regal Righteous
Romans. Would Markasitus Benjyhoohah please step forward.
And the Hoohah Soldier. as he would thenceforth be known. received
his golden Crossbow Fibula and wore it with fierce pride as he strode
off into the Roman sunset... his Fibula glinting back the sun's rays.
blinding his opponents. thereby assuring him of great victories.
And here is the best part as regards this golden Crossbow Fibula. I
have one to show you. Yes I do. A most magnificent specimen. All gold
and shiny and of the highest elitist quality. guaranteed to elevate
snob-appeal to an art form for any and all "My perfume smells better
that your perfume" types. You wanna see?
Then go. Now. Look. You know where.
. Scroll down. Left side. Tidbits.
Click. And Crossbow Fibula away.
And there ya have it. That's it for this week folks.
Catch you all next week.