Easter is, and always has been, my least favorite holiday.
#1, I hate the fucking palette. It makes me want to KICK ASS.
#2, I hate scufflin’ shoes a-white. They make me want to BEAT ASS.
And #3, for many, Easter means Jesus and Spring and the coming of new life, both literally and figuratively. But for those of us who are proud, avowed pantheists who also suffer horribly with reverse seasonal mood disorder, it means the coming of THE INFERNO…also both literally and figuratively. The soul-destroying swelter of Summer and institutions that both harbor and protect monsters who rape little children — as well as stifle and condemn the extraordinary power, beauty, and perfection that is inherent to our being — CAN BOTH FUCKING SUCK IT.
Happy Easter! I’ll see you in hell, boys — it is there we will share out our sentence.