Well, it’s Easter weekend and time for the same of media revival of my God is bigger and better than your God. The Ten Commandments” and all the schmaltz that C.B. DeMille could muster under his booming overblown Old Testament elocutions. Mind you that these cinematic statements are provided by the same people that believe more in the gold upon the back of that calf in the last part of the Saturday’s version. Saturday or Saturn, the old sun God of the ancients versus Sunday, or the new God that deposed him. By the way, I’m not talking about Jesus Christ risen from the dead but “Revenge”, “Celebrity Apprentice”, or “The Good Wife.” Yup, that’s right folks! Hebrews 1, Christians 0. You see in the media rivalry department under the protective banner of political correctness they determine that all who live in sin shall get a government sponsored marriage certificate. And maybe some good land recently purloined with olive and date groves.
“Hey! None of that hate filled bible talk buddy, we protect everyone’s freedom here!”
In our new enlightened time, ‘WE’ can’t tolerate anyone who would interfere with business as usual by knocking over the big money changers! That’s why ‘WE’ replaced that creche with that big candelabra on the White House lawn three months back! The best you can hope for during this season of resurrection are some deep cut values at Walmart on a GMO chocolate bunny. Just think of the symbolism behind that martyr filled snack. Plastic Easter eggs and synthetic jelly bellies. Nothing left in the the garden tomb of Joseph of Arimathea beyond unpaid bills left over from the birth of even more shame based buying debt enacted during the previous solstice. It’s clear that as far as any current broadcast TV programming is concerned, Jim Caviezel, will definitely not earn any residuals. Nor will Max Von Sydow be shown publicly, except as an assassin spy in something about three condors. Nope, the dirty little secret is that Hollywood is done with that old martydom fairytale now that their richer cousins in banking have just about got everybody in the world by the financial shorthairs. While we’re at it, good luck Bhudda and Krishna, you’re next! We’re all here to worship their one God now, and his name is, the almighty dollar!