A week to go until Christmas. Those of strong religious disposition might want to turn their sensitive eyes somewhere else today- keeping with the Christmas preparations I'm about to engage in some blasphemy.
I know I might have painted a somewhat bleak picture of the festivities to come. But hey, it's all for the baby Jesus, right?
About celebrating the arrival of yet another Jew with some serious identity issues? And a mother so overbearing that she actually had the chutzpah to invent the poor sod a fictional father figure- God no less (no wonder no girl will ever be good enough for her golden boy...)? And on top of all these, delusions of grandeur about how his torture-related death can redeem the sins of all people, even those yet to come?
Oh, if only he had arrived after the birth of modern psychoanalysis and the creation of Geneva Conventions...
But what I find particularly fascinating is the fact that in Scandinavia, traditional enclave of homogeneous societies based on Christianity, this celebration is centered around eating massive hams. The event that kicks off the New Testament is celebrated by eating the very animal banning of which most of the Old Testament revolves around? How is that just not... plane weird (Haha. A joke. Referring to the picture below. Haha)?
And anyway. I really struggle with this whole Jesus guy. He's supposed to be the fulfilment of all the prophesies of the Old Testament; the redeemer of all promises made in the original Book. Yet, once the sequel (a.k.a. New Testament) is out, so is all the stuff listed in the original. All of a sudden people don't need to worry about kosher and Shabbat and mixing fibres and keeping niddah.
I mean, I just don't get it. Those two books are so totally different it's like they were written by two completely different authors. You know, the way they did with the Bourne franchise. All of a sudden the runaway agent isn't even Matt Damon anymore! That is just so totally uncool...
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