By now the Easter Bunny has been and gone, and all that’s left is finding eggs and eating chocolate (and a bit of ham, which is what I’ll be eating later today).
Luke will mostly sleep, eat and watch me attempt to do a little gardening … and play with his bunny (yep, that’s him up there in the banner). He loves that thing.
These cats, though, don’t seem to be too enamored of Easter.

No, I don’t want to be the Cadbury Easter Bunny, so stop yelling “bock, bock” at me!
GIF found on PetBucket.

Of course I laid these. What, did you think I mugged the Easter Bunny or somethin’? Because I didn’t, no matter what that bunny says.
Image found on CutestPaw.








I thought it was interesting for Leslie Rutledge to schedule 8 executions during the Easter season. Ironic? If we are going to insist on killing prisoners, I think we should schedule them all for Good Friday. Nice sense of history.
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That way, the rah-rah death-penalty people might get a chance to kill ’em again if they rise from the dead? 😉
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Like the song says, “I will rise when He calls my name.”
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I’m going to be really careful about bringing up certain dead dictators…
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Many years ago in a sermon which I heard, the preacher asked the question what do you think might have happened if Jesus had said “Come forth!” instead of “Lazarus, come forth.” All of the dead bodies might have come forth as well as Lazarus.
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Specificity is encouraged. 😉
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