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Easter Thoughts...

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As I sit hear sipping my morning coffee on Easter Sunday, I felt it necessary to type some thoughts.

When I was a child, Easter meant an Easter basket.  And it meant a trip to the church.  Of course, back then, we went to church every Sunday.  But this particular Sunday was important because we wore new clothes.  Mom and Peryn would wear their new dresses (I take it the had white in them... I can't remember though).  And I would have a new tie with pastel colors.

As I got older I became like so many who would essentially only go to church on Easter Sunday.  Like students who only attend class for the tests, I would pack into an otherwise empty church to here about Christ rising from the dead.

But nowadays I don't buy it.  Nowadays I'm pretty much a complete atheist.  I lean between atheism and agnosticism.  I mean, I dig on the buddha and really like his teachings.  And as I get older and more spiritual, I will definitely devote my attention to buddhism.

Christianity never materialized to be anything other than a big shake down.  I'm sure that in sermons around the country (and especially in the south) that the preachers are scaring the congregations about Muslims and Jews and all the others.  They're telling them about the evil sinners- the gays, the liberals, and all the non-believers.  And how Christ died for our sins and then rose from the dead.  Yada Yada Yada.

Like many atheists, I'd just like for everyone to shut the hell up and leave me and everyone else alone.  We don't believe, so don't try to convert us.  We don't believe, so don't try to kill us.  The Muslims, Jews and Christians- the big three- are going to wipe us all off the planet.  And all in the name of made-up stories.  Sad, my friends, so, so sad.

I myself don't recognize this holiday so I don't think we should be closed.  But so many people last night thought it was terrible that we were open on Easter.  That says it all.  Imposing their damn religion on me, like they need to say how sad it is that I might be working on Easter.  Leave me alone with your fucking religion folks.  Thanks!

Some thoughts on Easter.  At least I get a basket of chocolate every year! 

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