My title might be a little ambiguous.
I don't mean that King Tut is on Mars.
Only a crocodile.
Or at least a formation of rocks that resembles a crocodile.
And the main point of this short letter is to complain about persons who feel the need to dig up “whoever”---whether it is Ricard III or King Tut
---and then tell us what they “really” look like (by "they" I don't mean those who are doing the digging, but those who are getting dug up...in case I was being ambiguous once again.)
Good Heavens, let the dead sleep the sleep of the dead, and don't bother them.
I don't want to know what kind of teeth they had.
I don't need to know what their cholesterol level was.
I don't need to know what killed them.
I don't want to know what they looked like under their clothes, in their sarcophagus, or inside their bones.
Stop doing this sort of thing.
As for a crocodile on Mars....
Whoever is saying this needs to be tested for drugs.
There are no little green men, crocodiles, cannons, or balls on Mars.
But when it comes to knowledge about the origin and history of sex I am all eyes, arms, ears, and (fill in the blank):
"The planet’s first act of sex 385 million years ago, as documented in fresh research published in Nature, wasn’t a gentle affair. It involved what paleontologist John Long described in an interview as 'a bone with a strange groove on it,' 'plates that helped lock the male organ into place like Velcro,' and a strange jig that was sort of like square dancing. It wasn’t poetic. It wasn’t touching. It was the awkward origins of sex.
'We didn’t expect these little suckers to have reproductive organs' Long, the study’s lead author and a professor at Flinders University in Adelaide, said.
IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES OIL AND PREHISTORIC SEX!