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Happy Easter, brought to you by a slaughtered bunny rabbit lying in a pool of its own blood. Thank you, bunny, for giving us your life so that we may enjoy your delicious flesh. (Kidding! It’s a molded French cream in raspberry sauce.)
Easter and Passover are just a hot mess of cannibalism, violent death, and resurrection/renewal, aren’t they? I myself dispense with the patriarchal sky-god religions and prefer the simpler pagan celebrations of spring, with bunnies, eggs, lambs, hams, and other celebrations of the pleasures of the body and the fat (and French cream) of the land.
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