amatesura:

I love Easter.
Oh, many do.
Some for the rabbits, some for the resurrection.
Most think of the food.
All that fucking sugar, huh? They don’t think of the truth of the day.
And why would they? Well, yeah, you could you could call this Easter.
Or we could call it what it really is: a pagan ritual, the celebration
of the beginning of spring dating back about 12,000 years.
So, when you see children dipping eggs in vinegar the colors of their
favorite toys, or when you see the nation’s youth fleeing south for
copulation, or when they spread their seed over that sinking mass that
is the great state of Florida, they all without realizing it do it in
her name.
Ostara