Imagine being George III. The world will know you as a nutter but that wasn’t predetermined. You won the Seven Year’s war for whomsoever’s sake. You ruled over the world as no one had before. Even Alexander. So what happened?
You’re a major player in the world’s biggest conflict – oceans and hemispheres wide – and then you get a big nothing from history’s nomenclature, in no small part because another George pressed his point. Nothing. You are at best third fiddle. Meanwhile, some clown that can’t count cards who supposedly is bound to you by some feudal nonsense gets ensconced in the OED version of proper language.