Good Friday, everybody. Though I’m not sure what there is about a person getting nailed to a cross that can be considered “good.” Hell of a way to end the week if you ask me. Bloody Romans.
Apparently in England, New Zealand, and Australia (if Wikipedia can be believed), they celebrate the day by eating hot cross buns. Catholics are supposed to observe fasting and abstinence today (my guess is I’ll go one-for-two), and in Ireland they ban the sale of alcohol and close the pubs . 😯 For yet another reason to move to Canada, consider that today is part of a four-day weekend that runs through Easter Monday (legal pot and the Easter Bunny – good thing insulin’s cheap up there). For the record, I think we ought to get off for all of Passover, Chanukah, Kwanza, Black History Month, Chinese New year, and any other holidays I may have left out.
Speaking of left out, have I somehow missed a big stink and cry over the “War on Easter” from John Gibson, Bill O’Reilly, and the rest of the Kritstian Krusaders? I mean, Easter’s the money shot, Christ-wise. Not that I claim to be an expert (being a religious-ed dropout, I learned most of what I know from movies like “The Robe” – which they showed on TV every year when I was a kid – and “The Ten Commandments.” For instance, did you know they had very perky breasts, back in bible times?), but X-mas is really pretty minor compared to Easter (I mean, anybody can get born, but that resurrection stuff is quite a trick).
Anyway, whatever your faith (or lack thereof), have a good Friday.