weirdIt's Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent. Been thinking about the Lenten Fast and about the life of Christ and thinking that by the time Christ was my age, he'd been dead for 6 years. And before he died, he had made enough of a name for himself that he had the devotion of a large number of people. Enough people that the government thought him a threat. "Live fast, die young, leave a megalithic cult." Well, since I'm now too old to die young, I guess I can give up that illusion. I've got my own sacrifices in mind for the Lenten season (none of which will make me lose weight or gain back upper-arm muscle tone), but at this point I think I just have to accept that the only hearts and minds I've won are those I've married or given birth too. Not that that's bad.
Speaking of "hearts and minds," if John Hormel, of Hormel meats, leads a military campaign, would it be a "lips and assholes" campaign? Not that he's alive anymore. And Geordie Hormel is hardly the army type.
Okay, obviously I've given up mental clarity for Lent. And I'm not Catholic.
