I'm sorry Mr. Eliot, but for me, April is no more cruel than any other month, particularly in the large part of the world wherein it represents no particular change of season. Yes, the jasmine blooms explosively here in April, but something always fills the wind with fragrant joy even if too many of us have had our cars repossessed, our homes foreclosed on and our assets ravaged by medical bills. Even the tired old Bunny had to walk home this year, or so I hear.
But hey -- In Western lands it's no longer open season for pogroms and persecutions and so far, Rupert Murdoch's dogs haven't got round to inventing the war on Easter they truly need to prop up their ridiculous fantasy about a war on Christmas. In April, people can still wish you a Happy Holiday weekend without stirring up one of O'Reilly's passion plays and even our Islamic Jihadist President had himself a sorta Seder, his ears sticking out from his yarmulked head like Mercury's winged helmet.
Still, this Easter, drunken bikini-boaters clogged the waterways with their springy-breaky recklessness and the Sunday morning roads teemed with ridiculously dressed people making their one annual excursion to the Church of their choice, but Captain Homebound in his bathrobe enjoyed his smoked salmon and Blue Mountain coffee at poolside in peace.
I hope yours was just as good.
Has anyone remembered that MLK was shot to death on April 4th? Yes that's cruel, but something did rise from that, didn't it? May something good arise from our troubled times and may everything bad pass your house by this year.
Om shanti om.
I don't want to waste your time with the ridiculous examples, but yes, unfortunately, there have been claims in the right wing blogosphere this year of attacks on Easter.
ReplyDelete"... so far, Rupert Murdoch's dogs haven't got round to inventing the war on Easter ..."
ReplyDeleteBecause it reminds me of what I saw out my window this morning ... a mockingbird molesting a scrub jay while a bright red cardinal, perched high on a tree, watched in silence.
Adding to what Green Eagle said, I read somewhere on the intertubes this morning that Mr. Obama took Christ out of his Easter Message. I have no idea if this is true or not, but I'm sure the spittle fleckers are having a righteous conniption fit over it if it happened at all.
ReplyDeleteCharles DeGalle once asked how is it possible to govern a country with 365 different cheeses.
I wonder how it is possible to live in a country where I read of a conniption fits over the Birth Certificateless Kenyan every day.
[We here in New England had a warm, balmy Easter Sunday. I actually saw Mr. and Mrs. Mallard fly across the Charles, perhaps on their way to that islet in the Public Gardens?]
(O)CT(O)PUS,
ReplyDeleteHilarious!
Shaw ...
ReplyDeleteFIAT LUX
God said, "Let there be light!"
So the electric company came
With a truck and crew.
They erected a wooden pole
And hanged a transformer.
When their job was done,
The foreman left a sign that read:
"Go where the boss cannot see you
And sin there."
Fiat Sux
ReplyDeleteI once had one of those
trying to avoid a wreck
I made a sharp turn
It rolled over in a ditch
6 times
Both doors came off
but I lived
"Mr. Obama took Christ out of his Easter Message"
ReplyDeleteAnd one of the T-brain groups found a picture of him without shoes which proves he's a Muslin.
There are three months to St. Swythins' day. Should we convene the war council?
Is it Fiat Lux or Fiat Sux then? You people can be so confusing.
ReplyDeletehis ears sticking out from his yarmulked head like Mercury's winged helmet
Priceless.
IMO, any month that can, for any reason, turn the irrepressibly cheerful Mr. Bunny into a forlorn creature from the picture has to be cruel.
The bun in question is Esterhazy, the product of the bizarre mind of Michael Sowa, a German illustrator (with a Polish name, I think) I'm fond of. He does children's books as well like the one this came from.
ReplyDeleteEsterhazy you see, sounds a lot like Österhase - Easter bunny.
I like the idea of attaching animals to holidays though - like the St Swithyn's Squid.
Today is Saint Crescentia's day. I'm thinking the St Crecentia squirrel. . . .
I've heard of Sowa, Captain. Yes, it's a Polish name and it means owl. No wonder he's ended up drawing animals in fantastic situations. His are delightful -- so full of life and whimsy, and so... resolute. Well, Mr. B. Esterhazy is, in this picture especially, in spite of his dejection.
ReplyDeleteGreat stuff.
St Swithyn's Squid and St Crescentia's Squirrel? -- that's a new side of you, Captain. There is a children's (or not!) story brewing right there. :)