reprobate

So it seemed like a good idea to see the new Tut exhibit before I fled LA. You know, art, culture, break from packing...

The objects were exquisite, the curation was atrocious and I swear to Christ, if I had to spend another fifteen seconds around the mouth breathers than knuckle walked their way out of their caves for this, I would have bitten someone in the throat.

How hard is it to:

Not press your 300 pound ass right up against the glass, so no one else can see a damn thing.
Read eight lines of text without tracing them with your finger.
Not park your entire goddamn group in the only doorway while your alpha chimp figures out how to work the audio tour.

Special bonus points for the Jebus freaks:
If you really believe that the people who created these artworks were evil, and are all in hell for creating these also evil heathen god worshiping items, stay the fuck home. No thinking humans want to hear your bilious misapprehensions of basic Christian doctrine while trapped in a crowded room.