Well, I suppose you could call it a resurrection of sorts, or at least a make-believe one. Martha Stewart got a dead rabbit for Easter, stuffed into what she says was the most beautiful Easter basket ever. "Stuffed" being the key word, a taxidermic bunny. You can click here for a look-see on Martha's blog. I'd copy it, but frankly the bitch scares me and I'm afraid to pilfer her stuff. Also, that rabbit is just plain creepy.She also got an iPad, which made reading the comments there entertaining; her blogger buddies should learn specificity, which exactly of the uncalled-for two they were commenting about. At least for me it was amusing, but then again I'm admittedly depraved. "My husband really wants one of these just to try out & see what it's like ... Enjoy it and let us know how it is!" Heh. Oh well, I thought it was funny anyway.
Of course, Jesus wasn't just pretend resurrected, He raised up from the dead for real; no Evolution (← they did Martha's hare) to account for that, a one-off Divine quirk, that was. Which is why there is Easter, after all, to celebrate His Resurrection from being executed a couple of days before, getting for us eternal life notwithstanding our bad selves.
So that's very cool, to be sure, and definitely something deserving a day set aside, commemorating Him doing that for the mess of us. My preferred way of celebrating is with lots of blue Peeps and lots more Natty Light, thank you, Lord. This year, though, now that I am unfortunately sober, Easter just wasn't quite the same as past ones. To tell you the truth, I would contend that redemption really is best enjoyed under the influence, but c'est la everlasting vie.
All right, I had intended to write mostly about Jesus instead of what I ended up with here. Martha Stewart's fault I veered totally off-course, with that freak show Easter basket, candy and carrion. So I'll do my Jesus jabber later on, and leave it for now with belated happy Easter wishes (or happy Passovers and whatever other Sundays to the heathen remainder), hoping everyone had an awesome day. It's 5 a.m., going to bed now, probably have nightmares. Later.
You aren't the only one scared of Martha. There wasn't one PETA comment in the bunch.
ReplyDeleteHappy belated Easter, D-Ro. I hope your basket is always filled with nothing but good stuff.
ReplyDeleteI read this at 7am and it is 9:45PM---what a day, finally I can comment. Martha scares the crepe out of me! The fact that she was a Diva in prison with the other dykes, er, ladies, speaks volumes. I would never cross her, and there you have it---the Jesus connection.
ReplyDeleteI noticed that, too! Martha makes good Kool-Aid.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds dirty, but I like it, and hope so, too. :)
ReplyDeleteCrepes and crosses, love you!
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