Tonight, my friendly local superette was prohibited from selling me a beer. Or any drinks at all. His coolstore doors were locked -- locked by the Easter Trading Laws that are based on a christian holiday.
He's a Sikh and I'm an atheist -- and neither of us has any time for christians -- but for him to sell me any alcohol today would be illegal. It's banned. It's banned by a law that is currently upheld by self-proclaimed agnostics and promoted by lion chasers, whose own idol was once supposed to have turned water into wine and whose death this day is supposed to commemorate. But without wine.
There's enough ironies there to turn a good man to drink . . . if only he could get one. There really is nothing sadder than a bottle store with no beer -- or at least no beer that he can legally sell.
And let's not even get me started on how the christians hijacked a good pagan fertility festival to mark the coming of spring to the northern hemisphere, and turned it into a sackcloth and ashes drama about suffering and death.
Speaking of suffering and death, let me exhort you not to be tempted to endure Mel Gibson's uber-christian gore-fest this Easter -- after which you really would need a stiff drink. If you really do feel compelled to watch something religious this Easter, please make it something worthwhile like 'Life of Brian' . . .