If your sense of humor is a bit warped, like mine, check out J-Walk’s Easter Story.
I don’t want to get involved in political correctness or gender or racial jokes, but it seems to me that freedom of speech should be just that: Freedom of Speech. If we can make jokes about God, Jesus Christ, the President, the Pope, and on and on, why do we have to be prohibited from laughing at ourselves? I was raised in a primarily Italian and Polish town, and the jokes flew back and forth and if you were smart, you just changed them in the retelling. They were all funny, and everybody laughed.
One of the first religious jokes I heard was when I was in about seventh or eighth grade, and it concerned the letter that the three children at Fatima received from the vision of the Blessed Virgin. It was to be opened, I believe, in 1960 by the Pope. That, supposedly is the true part of the story. The jokes were about what the letter revealed, and one punch line was that it was “the bill from the Last Supper.” Kinda hokey now, but we all thought it was funny.
Were we just redneck jackasses, or were we just human beings able to find something amusing about the human spirit?
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Agreed: freedom of speech is just that. Of course, there are always consequences to every oath muttered. Taking ourselves too seriously and not being able to laugh is the worst sort of crime to commit against life.
Your Easter sounded lovely. You didn’t need the camera: I see the man and the boy and the road and the beauty, just fine.
I love pierogies, but I always fry them in butter after the boil.
Best,
Owen