Annual Pointless "Holiday" #2

So, it's Easter in 2 days. Technically one, cos I'm writing this just past midnight. But anyway, I digress. It's another pointless "religious" holiday forced down our throats. It joins the group of St Valentine's and Hallowe'en. But not Christmas. That's in the bullshit section. But that's another blog post, for another time. But like these 3 days (well, fortnight for Christmas), it's pointless. First of all, my very basic grasp of Christianity and the Bible (featuring Jesus H. Christ as himself) tells me that Easter is celebrating the rebirth of Jesus. Why's it, therefore, a movable holiday? Another thing about Easter is, like Christmas, it's an excuse for spoilt little brats (sorry, children) to be even more spoilt than they already are. And if something's slightly wrong, they whinge. Ungrateful little sods.

What's the deal with eggs? (No, this isn't a crappy lounge comedian joke) They cost, what, £2-3? £2-3 for a chocolate egg, no bigger than a bar of chocolate, and 2 other bars of chocolate. Cost of a mars bar (last I checked) is 40p. So you're paying £2-3 for summat which you can get for £1.20 at most. So that's £0.80-1.80 for packaging. 1-0 to the corporate companies. People used to paint normal eggs, until the big corporate business got their greedy little snouts in the trough. It's no longer a religious holiday (don't get me wrong, I'm not the religious type). Just bullshit. Actually, I'm merging the two groups together. Hallowe'en, St Valentine's, Easter AND Christmas are pointless and bullshit.

Hallowe'en's harmless enough. Well, mostly. Then you get the little cunts that go around egging people/smashing windows/slashing tyres of anyone who happens to not be in that night to give neighbour hood kids sweeties. Any other night of the year, and that's grooming. Except they go to your house without you asking. It's like Domino's for paedophiles. We rarely get people knocking on our doors, despite living on one of the busiest streets in Horwich. Thank God. Last thing I want is my "busy" schedule interrupted by some fat little brat, who's already had too much sweets, demanding more on my doorstep. Trick or treat? You've already got your treat. I've not thrown you in front of a moving car/bus/truck.


As I say, Christmas is a whole different blog post.


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