Good morning, it gets Tuesday, so today I want to tell you an amazing story about a monkey who was hanged for treason, and then many years later in a roundabout way kind of became the leader of the people who had executed him. But first I have to tell you how I learned this story. So Hank, as you know, Nerdfighteria and I sponsor a fourth-tier fan-owned English soccer club called AFC Wimbledon. We're the back of short sponsor, our logo occupies that criminal space between Buduck and Thigh. And not to brag or anything, but AFC Wimbledon have won three straight games, including most recently a two-nil defeat of Hartlepool. So I was reading up on the game and I came across an odd headline, Hank, Don's Down Monkey Hangers. This led me to Wikipedia, and you know, Hank, usually when you fall down a Wikipedia rabbit, or nothing good comes from it, but occasionally, monkey hangers. So Hank, journey back with me, if you will, to the early 19th century. The French Revolution, which promised democracy and freedom and equality has failed spectacularly, as revolutions often do, and in the end, all they've done is replace a desperate named Lully with a desperate name Napoleon. To celebrate his success within France, Napoleon bowed apart to science to star in a 13-year-long conflict, aptly known as the Napoleonic Wars, in which he conquers and then eventually loses most of Europe. Except, of course, he never conquers Great Britain, and he also never conquers Russia, because you cannot invade Russia in the winter unless you're the Mongols. So, okay, the story goes in, sadly, it is probably just a story, that during the Napoleonic Wars, a French warship, sank just off the coast of Hartlepool, which I should mention, I guess, is a city in the northeast of England. Of course, like a lot of British place names, Sunderland, Snaudland, Brain Tree, Hartlepool sounds like a place where hobbits live, but in fact, is a real city of like 93,000 citizens. Right, so this French warship sinks right off the coast, and the only survivor of the wreck is a monkey wearing a French army uniform. Now, the good people of Hartlepool, living as they do in the far northeast of England, have never seen either a French person or a monkey, so they naturally assume that this monkey is a French spy. An impromptu trial is held on the beach, so the monkey is found guilty of treason and hanged. Now, what probably actually happened is that an old folk song was adapted to history, but whatever, the people of Hartlepool have embraced this monkey-hanging business unreservedly. In fact, in since 1999, the mascot of Hartlepool's football team has been a monkey named Hangus. Get it? Hangus is a name, and then Hangus is a pun on monkey-hanging, but it gets weirder. In 2002, the guy inside the Hangus, the monkey costume, was named Stuart Drummond. And mostly as a publicity stunt, the team supported Stuart Drummond's run for mayor. The only campaign promise he ever made was free bananas for all school children. There were also lots of real politicians running labor, conservative, all their standard UK parties, but Stuart hangus the monkey won. And then, despite never getting those bananas to school children, he was elected again in 2005 and again in 2009. To summarize, Hank, a city in England hung a monkey who became a mascot, who became the mayor. I guess there are really two lessons in this for me. Hank, the first is embrace your history, even if it's bananas. Ta, I made a pun. And the second lesson for me is that we are always in the middle of history. Like, Hank, imagine that you're that monkey. Things could not really have gone worse. You're conscripted into the French army. You're sent to see, which is not the ideal place for monkeys to be. You're forced to wear this ridiculous French army outfit and then to top it all off your hung by a bunch of Hartlepool liens. If you're that monkey, you're probably thinking, phew, this is about as bad as it could have gone. But there was this whole future the monkey couldn't possibly have known about. As indeed, there is a future that all of us can't possibly know about. And in that future, this monkey becomes a weird symbol of the community that hanged him and then gets its ass kicked by AFC Wimbledon. So I guess it is kind of a sad story now that I think about it. But we are in the middle of history and there's something encouraging about that to me. I mean, maybe we can make things better for that monkey. Probably not at this point, but, you know, I don't know. I remain weirdly optimistic. Hank, I'll see you on Friday.