When I read of historical conquerors and dictators, I always wonder where the heck do they get their drive to do all that.

Like, I struggle to wake up on mondays, spend wednesdays hoping that the weekend comes soon, and on saturday I lay on the sofa and do nothing for 24 hours straight.

This guy invaded a foreign land he didn’t need just because he felt barely offended by the words of its inhabitants. He should’ve appreciated the humour and moved on imo, but maybe that’s just me.