'Tis the season when I contemplate giving something up for lent --to show camaraderie with my Catholic brethren. But I want to make a grand gesture. Say, give up shoplifting or heroin. Something really big. Forty days without chocolate or swearing doesn't seem to emulate the suffering. I mean, was Jesus thinking, "damn, I wish I had a Snickers"?
Passover too evokes a similar response. Does a week without bread make me a better person? I can attest that the only thing eight days of matzoh makes you is constipated. I envision the ancient Jews wandering the desert for 40 years in search of an apothecary that carried Ex-Lax.
For my money, I'll stick with the pagans. So bring on the Easter bunny (or beagle), let's color some eggs and go for a hunt.
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