Letting out the bunny

On this day, this Easter eve, when Jesus became a martyr so that Ray McCauley could become a millionaire and the Klu Klux Klan could have a cause, i seem to have different things on mind.


I have a rabbit in my hat. Or a bunny. But no Easter eggs.





The more I try to be like all the other church-going 'Unbelievers', the more I realize that, to me, this is another opportunity to let the bunny out - and fuck like his cousin, the rabbit.


All the gig-guides on this internet thingy are confirming what I have always suspected: we are a sentimental people.


Don't get me wrong, i mean, i respect the teachings of most religions and participate - as much as my capacity will allow - in the grandioso and celebratory rituals like eating fish and buying new clothes for Christmas but the fact remains: we are a sentimental bunch of people.





I guess i should explain myself...

Firstly, I find growing criticism at my refusal to do the whole church affair on these Public Holidays that commemorate White Jesus. It doesn't bug me much but it does make me somewhat curious. An uncle once asked me if I am atheist. I was taken aback. Does going to church on these occasions make you a believer? In turn, does going to the gym make you a fitness fanatic?

The reasons behind my boycott of the holy ground on these auspicious occasions largely entail the sentimentality I feel and see at the whole ritual. Let's be serious. Unless some new 'Truth' has been discovered about The Immaculate Conception or what really happened in the tomb, you will be getting the same Bible verses that have been read to you every Easter/Christmas/Passover for your entire church-going life. So why go? This is the sentimentality I speak of.

What is sentimentality? It is defined, in most instances, as a literary device used to induce a tender emotional response disproportionate to the situation. In laymen's terms, it's an exxageration causing one to feel things that don't really belong to the situation.

How is the crucifixion of Mr Christ related to a bunny? I don't know. Was Santa Claus related to Christ? I doubt it.

Yeats wrote, "Rhetoric is fooling others. Sentimentality is fooling yourself."

So, I tend to watch my peers in their reveries of sentimentality and, honestly, I've been the scapegoat for many a 'sinful' thing that's happened to myself, as a result. "You will never succeed in anything because you're a heathen".

I'm no heathen but my religious beliefs are undefined. I do have some semblance of a relationship with a supreme being. Should there be more than that?