A Great American Resurrection

Why is this night different from all other nights? Easter is a very special day for me. Jesus rolled a stone. Good Friday is coming. But not this week. Maybe not even next week, while the angel of death stalks the cloudy Nisan moonlit nights. Ramadan, as usual, rides quietly into town any old time of year, even when we don’t even know it. Wouldn’t it be great to have all the churches full? You’ll have packed churches all over our country. I think it’ll be a beautiful time.

The high priests and wizards throw their stones and cast their spells, the storyteller makes his choice but soon you will not hear his voice when the news cycle rolls out scores, stats, pontifications and predictions for the men in skinny ties. We all put the yeast in but on this night we eat only unleavened bread. Some rise, some fall, some roll into Fennario.

How long before the fever breaks, the bars open, the markets rise, the refugees get off the boat? Who pays the riot squad when info gluttony chokes the first world and the copay breaks the International Monetary Fund? Who? What? When? Where? Why? And how? One day, it’s like a miracle, it will disappear. If your mother says she loves you, check it out.

Power is a force to be reckoned with, or by. The trolls don’t sleep. They drink all day and they rock all night and it’s never a fair fight in the dawn’s early light. This is no time to be too nice. It’s morning in America. Opportunity knocks for the shameless. The law will come to get you if you don’t walk right.

Let the patterns be your road map. Set your conscience free and navigate your principles by the colors in your mind. I think any Jewish people that vote for a Democrat, I think it shows either a total lack of knowledge or great disloyalty. There are ten plagues, ten commandments, ten sephirot, ten fingers, ten toes and ten Jews in a minyan. Sheldon Adelson was born too late to open a booth at King Herod’s Temple. But George Soros still has the Wandering Jew on the payroll. The golden calf was the world’s first successful Jewish fundraising event.

The moneychangers at the Temple were an essential public service, for offerings commanded in pilgrimage festivals and life events. Consider the poor schmuck from the desert schlepping his unblemished burnt offering all the way to al-Quds. The moneychangers let you make the trip freehanded and all you had to do was buy your offering once you got to the Temple. It smelled awful but it was so convenient. We’re opening up this incredible country. Because we have to do that. I would love to have it open by Easter. I would love to have that. It’s such an important day for other reasons, but I’d love to make it an important day for this. I would love to have the country opened up, and rarin’ to go by Easter. Overturning their tables in the Temple was a real dick move.

I know a girl that lives on the hill. She won’t do it but her sister will. Rabbi Akiva branded Bar Kochba a messiah, too. Look here, honey. I know you. Run in your stocking and a hole in your shoe. The days of your life refers to this world only, but all the days of your life includes also the time of the messiah. I’d rather drink muddy water and sleep in a hollow log than stay here and be treated like a salty dog. Messiahs are cheap, come a dime a dozen. Ramadan caught the Nisan moon, but there ain’t no baseball season this year.

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