Easter on April Fools’ Day, where does a fool like me even begin…

Easter, The Resurrection of Christ

The modern English term Easter, cognate with modern Dutch ooster and German Ostern, developed from an Old English word that usually appears in the form Ēastrun, -on, or -an; but also as Ēastru, -o; and Ēastre or Ēostre. The most widely accepted theory of the origin of the term is that it is derived from the name of an Old English goddess mentioned by the 7th to 8th-century English monk Bede, who wrote that Ēosturmōnaþ (Old English ‘Month of Ēostre’, translated in Bede’s time as “Paschal month”) was an English month, corresponding to April, which he says “was once called after a goddess of theirs named Ēostre, in whose honour feasts were celebrated in that month”. [WIKIPEDIA]

Ostara, Goddess of Spring and the Dawn

Easter is named for a Saxon goddess who was known by the names of Oestre or Eastre, and in Germany by the name of Ostara. She is a goddess of the dawn and the spring, and her name derives from words for dawn, the shining light arising from the east. Our words for the “female hormone” estrogen derives from her name.

Ostara was, of course, a fertility goddess. Bringing in the end of winter, with the days brighter and growing longer after the vernal equinox, Ostara had a passion for new life. Her presence was felt in the flowering of plants and the birth of babies, both animal and human. The rabbit (well known for its propensity for rapid reproduction) was her sacred animal.

Easter eggs and the Easter Bunny both featured in the spring festivals of Ostara, which were initially held during the feasts of the goddess Ishtar | Inanna. Eggs are an obvious symbol of fertility, and the newborn chicks an adorable representation of new growth. Brightly colored eggs, chicks, and bunnies were all used at festival time to express appreciation for Ostara’s gift of abundance. [GODDESSGIFT.COM]

#happyeaster
#prayforthefools

 

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On Being Irishman Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde

The world is a stage,
but the play is badly cast.

 

Quantum Mutata*

THERE was a time in Europe long ago
When no man died for freedom anywhere,
But England’s lion leaping from its lair
Laid hands on the oppressor! it was so
While England could a great Republic show.
Witness the men of Piedmont, chiefest care
Of Cromwell, when with impotent despair
The Pontiff in his painted portico
Trembled before our stern ambassadors.
How comes it then that from such high estate
We have thus fallen, save that Luxury
With barren merchandise piles up the gate
Where nobler thoughts and deeds should enter by:
Else might we still be Milton’s heritors.

#happystpatricksday
#gogreenandgohard

 

Image courtesy of WIKIPEDIA
Quote & Poem courtesy of
POEMHUNTER


 
*I know, I know… it’s a poem less about Ireland and more about the United Kingdom. Okay, granted — it’s all about England and its fall from dynastic grace but it sure seems applicable to today’s current United Empire, no?

 

For all you unabatablely persistent* Irrational Types, and you know who you are…

It’s not like you needed one, but today’s your day.

 

 

WIKIPEDIA

 

#happypiday
#prayforthemathnerds

 


*Yeah, so what, I like adverbs and redundancies… what’s so irrational about that?

 

La La La La La La La…

Missed Trump’s big speech last night.

Not because I was balled up in the corner of my dark and damp basement with my eyes closed and ears plugged chanting la la la la la la la to drown out any possibility of hearing it until it was over.

No, I missed it because I mercifully went to see the almost Oscar-winning La La Land instead.

It wasn’t released to my local theater the first time around.

Been wanting to see it.

The almost wasn’t Oscar-winning Moonlighting wasn’t released here its first go-around either.

Still hasn’t been.

I do live in Southern Pennsyltucky, remember…

But if it, Moonlighting, ever does make it to my local theater on the wave of its Oscar win, chances are I still won’t go to see it.

For me, there are movies that are made to be seen in the theater publicly — big bold banging colorful gregarious gun-filled types, a la La La Land — and there are movies that are best watched in the privacy of ones home — ones without all the boom boom blasting effects and/or which might make me cry and/or reflect on myself as a person, a la Moonlighting.

La La Land is good, fun, modern-day family entertainment (there was one gratuitous F-bomb that I recall, no guns, no skin). Beautiful colors.

But…

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Following in the Footsteps of Humanity

 

#PROTESTART

 

@therealbanksy just tweeted this:


 
#banksyatartspointyendofthespear
#prayforbanksy
#prayforprotestart
#prayforhumanity

 

With Eloquence: Booker T. Washington

Remember when we as a people wrote and spoke with informed eloquence?

Yeah, me neither…

But I was reminded such a fairy-tale time did, in fact, exist when watching former senator and Secretary of Defense William Cohen introduce retire Marine Corps General James “Mad Dog” Mattis to the Senate Armed Services Committee prior to its hearing regarding the general’s selection to be President-elect Trump’s Secretary of Defense. At the end of his introduction, which was eloquent in its own right, Cohen quoted from the famous 1884 Memorial Day Address delivered by the renowned law scholar, author, and orator Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

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The Political Semantics of Designating Evil Properly

Silver Sun Day

So, I was cleaning out my dashboard’s cluttered “Draft” folder when I happened upon this article that, apparently, I, with my lingering chemo-clouded brain, forgot to post after penning it so long ago.

Because I’m lazy and don’t feel like writing something fresh, I’m posting it now.

To be honest (my Spidey senses always tingles whenever someone premises a statement with “to be honest,” so you may or may not want to be wary of what lies ahead), I’m not exactly sure what I was trying to accomplish with this rambling post, other than attempting and failing to make myself seem witty and smart; however, at some point it does seem to be taking George Dubya Bush to task for his black-or-white view of the world and all the damage it did.

Sadly, considering what’s before us, I’d take Dubya back as president as an alternative in a New York Minute…

Honestly.


 

The Political Semantics of Designating Evil Properly

Or

Black & White & Bloody Red All Over

 

Ah, semantics

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Fake News is so Poe-thetic

I read an Edgar Allan Poe story today entitled The Angel of the Odd.

It’s a fun, fast, Kafka-meets-Twain, easy to forget kind of read.

But what is most memorable to me about the story is that it is entirely set up around the protagonists drunken dismay over what we would call the “fake news” of the day…

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#BLAMEOBAMA

In case you’ve never watched the following video of President Obama roasting The Donald to a humiliating crisp thereby motivating him, The Donald, to not just run for president (he had already kind of done that) but to run and win regardless the cost or the damage done in order to destroy Obama’s legacy you should, just so you’ll understand exactly when the end of the world had its beginning and why…
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