Today is the anniversary of the beginning of the Great Fire of Rome in A.D. 64.
I’m just sayin’…
Today is the anniversary of the beginning of the Great Fire of Rome in A.D. 64.
I’m just sayin’…
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Ah yes. . . those were the days. Nero playing his lyre while Rome burned. And now we have the liar in the White House telling us there’s no problem with a $14 TRILLION debt ceiling; Americans LOVE new taxes, we want more!!
I mean, ya’ know. . . .
Get your copy of Annales imperii Romae.. Decide for for yourself whether Tacitus wrote sine ira et studio. It was a hard lesson in “urban renewal.” [LOL]
Romans rejoiced when the property was recycled as the Flavian.
Salutationes omnibus .
And what tune did the Emperor play on the fiddle? I’m told it was “Nero, my god, to thee”.
‘Nero, my god, to thee’-oh, that’s bad, chonak! : ) Then again, wish I could have thought of it!
When I think of the Great Fire of Rome, I always remember the book and the film, ‘Quo Vadis’!
As an ItaloAmerican Chi town gal, I am pretty sure there was a Celtic Cow really to blame for my ancestors’ conflagration.