Easter Sunday, 2024

Greetings all on this Easter morn. This greeting is not going to be popular with the majority, so I do not expect any of our crew to get with any but the last line of said greeting.

For a dwindling number, the old western tradition of saying, “Rejoice, he is risen!” still applies … commemorating the west we once knew where it was safe to do the things that those in the second group also once enjoyed in safety, without being raped, slaughtered, visited by rainbow coloured thug plod et al.

For maybe still the majority in these days of faith fallen away, it’s all spring, new growth, flowers, Easter bunnies and mushy choc eggs. A mix of gods … vestiges of the old, decaying Christian heritage, rampant consumerism, me me me hedonism … out with the lawn mower or doing all those other mending and repairing jobs. Easter Sunday lunch.

For the Nu Yoof, badly parented if at all, shockingly taught by non-comps and the increasingly sicko teachers in schools … spring break pagan orgies on the beach with anyone indiscriminately, glued to the iphone, furiously texting like insects with twitching feelers.

Then there is a new, equally worrying component, of which Khan in London is but the tip of the iceberg, Obama’s Biden in DC … not just godless or satanic but truly savages … these are the invaders and other rapid breeders swamping us, now in charge of the fractured infrastructure … the new orcs.

God help us all and by a lucky coincidence, the first lot mentioned above do have a way of turning this around and this is the day for it, all turning on one name … Jesus … not that many are interested any more in saving the west, saving Christendom.

A greeting which the old west can get behind though this day … Happy Easter, all!