Friday, April 3, 2026

The sun refused to shine

Today is Good Friday for Western Christians—commemorating the death on the cross of Jesus Christ. It is one of the most sacred days of the calendar, a time for reflection on the sacrifice made to wash away the sins of mankind.

So I don’t know what blasphemy the Kleptocrat will be committing, but I imagine he might revive hawking his “God Bless the USA” Bibles at $59.99 a pop (plush S&H). That was his contribution to the season two years ago, thus bringing the practice of simony into the 21st Century.

This is a guy who cannot quote a single Bible verse; who only appears in churches for campaign photo opportunities and funerals, because services conflict with his own worship, on the golf course. (Although, okay, he has broken most of the Ten Commandments.) So it is seriously cherce to watch the video in which he proclaims multiple times that the Bible is his favorite book and that “religion and Christianity” are what’s missing from this country. (It’s still out there, but I’m not linking to it. It may even be on the White House site.)

This was a day after he wished everyone “Happy Holy Week,” and .shared something allegedly sent to him comparing his travails to the sufferings of Christ during this time. (People all over the Socials offered to give him a chance: die on the cross (or, TBH, just die) and if he rises after three days, okay. I myself would appoint multiple monitors to watch over him for the three days, sticking pins into random places every few minutes before I'd accept that he had actually died. This is not personal, I wanted to do it for Kenny Lay when he evaded prison for his Enron crimes by allegedly dying.)

Anyway, since the crucifixion of Good Friday is the setup for the resurrection of Easter, today we’re having the old spiritual “Were You There When They Crucified My Lord.” I can think of no one better to sing it than Mahalia Jackson.


©2026 Bas Bleu

 

 

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