I must be getting lazy these days.
I means besides waiting around to die from the "Toyota Corolla" virus what else is there to do?
Not much.
It does give one the opportunity to pause and reflect.
So, I did that.
I was thinking about all those Men and Women who died in WWI.
Where was this "God" in Heaven.
WWII comes along and millions of men and women are killed while in service to their country.
Gays (who were made to wear a pink star), Lesbians too, the disabled and millions of Jews were incarcerated and gassed in camps in Germany and Poland.
Where was this "God in Heaven".
Don't tell me "he" has a plan because if "he or she" did he or she would be real and not an imaginary figure.
Let's not forget The Spanish Flu and any number of other sicknesses that happened around the world.Then this current pandemic.
Where was, where is this "God" in Heaven.
Again, some say it's a plan- his plan, he's waiting. Why that Orthdox Jew in Israel who is head of the"health" department is waiting. He blames this Pandemic of covid-19 on the Gays. He says it's God's way of making human's pay for the curse of being Gay or Lesbian or Trans or, or, or....
Don't even get him started on Gay Weddings.
He is waiting for the Messiah to come. And soon.
Now, we've proclaimed the Easter Bunny to be an essential service. My Goodness, the Christians must be pissed that the "Bunny" gets a mention- an exclution and NOT The Christ.
Jesus!!
What a world eh?
Anyhoo, I have a little verse or two to repeat here. It's from my "Book of Stories" called-
The Gospel of Rob.
Okay. I just made that up...
Flip to Chapter 3, Verses 1 through 56.
Then, read at your leisure...
Happy Easter Everyone... and I mean that in the secular,
non-religious way.
You know, Easter Bunnies, Easter Eggs, Colourful Easter
Baskets. The way Easter was meant to be.
Maybe you buy a new shirt.
A new pair of pants.
A chic little, black, cocktail dress and a huge hat
festooned with ribbons and pearls which you proudly wear while strolling down
the avenue arm-in-arm with Fred Astaire.
Peeping, yellow Chicks and chocolate and sunny, spring
days and chocolate.
Then, there's the other less popular Easter
Story that scares small children and adults half to death for the
rest of their lives- when they buy into it.
That other less happy-go-lucky yarn concerns a youngish
Jewish man who lives with 12 other men and a Hag called Mary. They skip around
the Judean countryside in little more than rough, cottony shift dresses-
cinched at the waste with rope, all the while charming all the
little old ladies and men by turning water into wine.
THE best party trick of all!
The story turns into a horror show however- like
Carrie, with the young Jew nailed up to a tree of sorts by bad men who
speak Latin but have indoor plumbing and slaves to cater to their every whim.
A gruesome death follows for the handsome- unmarried Jew.
His parents- by the way, are sick about the fact their son is in his early
thirties and not married. Even Aunt Sophie asks him every Christmas and
Easter- "So, Jesus Christ do you have a girlfriend already?"
Back to the story...
A couple of days pass. The body rots and smells something
terrific inside a tomb yet- miraculously, the stone covering the entrance rolls
away and the young Jew rises up. He steps outside the tomb into the brilliant
morning sunshine, sees his shadow and waits a few more weeks for Judean Spring
to come.
Pass the chocolate Easter Eggs please.
