We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
And who the heck cares? Well, apparently some people do. (h/t, Jules). Some people need to get a life. What did Tut do anyway, other than get born into the right family, die young, and have the luck not to have his tomb ransacked before the Brit archeologists arrived.
What else would someone who calls himself, Molefi Asante, and who is president of the Association of Kemetic Nubian Heritage have to do in order to keep busy and well-paid?
It might come as a surprise to Professor Asante, but I have a friend who claims Nubian ancestors and who channels past lives, and swears that Tut is really Hoxa Beguchi, a proto-Albanian anchovy dealer whose fishing boat was beached on the Egytptian coast ,where he was hailed as a demi-god by Nubian camel traders. And he actually resembled a swarthy Elton John.