I will become the Theodore Herzl of the Hittites. A nation of chariot races, storm god worship, and lapis lazuli jewelry will be revived.
We will foster a large and parasitic fatass scribe class who sit in air conditioned schools all day copying limestone cylinder seals and quibbling over doctrine.
We will send our uncivilized and repugnant hillbillies out into the wilderness on the border with Iraq and Syria to clash with the Arabs and scream in the face of fat mustachioed babushka women.
Our people will flock to New Carchemish from all four corners of the world, from Krakow, Odessa, Minsk, and Novosibirsk.