Thursday, 21 April 2011

The Father, The Son And The Confectionery Dispensing Lagomorph

Hey everybody!

Yes indeedy, it sure is Easter!

We all know what that means...right..?  Well, maybe not.

Some study or other that doesn't even warrant an indolent Google search may well have you believe that X percentage of schoolkids/U.K. Citizens/Doggers aren't remotely aware that the 'holiday' is a marker of great importance in Christian dogma.

The account goes that the son of God - omnipotent creator of all things Heavenly and Earthly - was persecuted, tortured and ultimately murdered in a horrendous manner in front of a baying crowd by the very people he wanted to help.  Alternately and for the more skeptical, a genuinely pious or mentally troubled man was persecuted, tortured and ultimately murdered in a horrendous manner in front of a baying crowd by the very people he wanted to help.

Whichever way you look at it, the question remains; How in the World do these events equate gorging on chocolate in the shape of eggs that were handed out by a sentient rabbit?

'Happy' Easter.

2 comments:

  1. I like to think of easter as that time of year when fatties cant help but look around themselves and see chocolate effegies of their big ol' round guts where ever they turn. the guilt that then struggles to flow through their cholesterol crammed viens and arteries is much akin to that sort of emotion the beardy wierdie one was stapled to a plank of wood for. so, well done greedy buggers. a man died. now go eat yourselves.

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  2. Don't question it, just appreciate the chocolate madness :)

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