It Is Sunday...

... and the Easter bunny has returned to his burrow, without seeing the groundhog shadow, to lay chocolate Easter eggs to hatch next April.

Now it is next Sunday, and I will go to a church of my wife's choosing and give what I have to offer because I am something close enough to call Xtian. I'll offer a smile, a silent tongue, and a contrite heart bent on forgiving myself and others for being so tragically human.

Regarding Jesus and all that, here's a song for Him and whatever He was about. Love ya, J.C.:

Tobacco Road


I was born in a bunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road

Grew up in a rusty shack
All I had was hangin' on my back
Only you know how I loathe
This place called Tobacco Road

But it's home, the only life I ever known
Only you know how I loathe
Tobacco Road

Gonna leave, get a job
With the help and the grace from above
Save some money, get rich and old
Bring it back to Tobacco Road

Bring dynamite and a crane
Blow it up, start all over again
Build me a town, be proud to show
Give it the name Tobacco Road

But it's home, the only life I ever known
I despise you 'cause yer filthy
But I love you 'cause yer home

Songwriter: John D. Loudermilk
Tobacco Road lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

(painting is Christ in the Desert by Ivan Kramskoi

P.S. Turn Me On

Giant

Bet-tay!

On Demonizing Well-Known Miscreants for Crimes They Didn't Commit...

...and similar inanities:

https://www.theautomaticearth.com/2019/04/fake-news-after-mueller/

Today's Singing Frog...

...sings Le Carillon de Vendome

But you probably know it by this:

Orleans

which sounds even better live a few decades later despite being recorded by someone's cellcam:

Orleans live

But originally, it was for the bells alone:

Le Carillon

Who Is Diogenes?

Why, my favorite hero. Why do you ask?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diogenes

We Has Met Ze Enemy und It Iz Uss

Monsters of the Id by Mose Allison

Monsters of the id
No longer stayin' hid
And terrors of the night
Are out in broad daylight
No need to knock on wood
Don't stop to say a prayer
It won't do any good
They're multiplyin' in the air
Creatures of the deep
Are going without sleep
And phantoms of the dark
Have their own place to park
No need to lock the door
They're sprouting through the cracks
They're making room for more
They're deputizing maniacs
Prehistoric ghouls
Are making their own rules
And resurrected huns
Are passin' out the guns
No need to cause a fuss
Don't go and make a scene
They know what's best for us
They're fightin' fire with gasoline
The creatures from the swamp
Rewrite their own Mein Kampf
Neanderthals amuck
Just tryin' to make a buck
And goblins and their hags
Are out there wavin' flags
Oh, when will we be rid
Of monsters of the id
Monsters of the id

"Up Your Noses with Rubber Hoses"

And the roasting begins...

"ATLANTA, GA—Fooling thousands of readers in a prank that the cable news organization said was "just for fun," CNN published a real news story for April Fools' Day this year.

"The story simply contained a list of facts, with no embellishment, editorializing, or invented details. The story also didn't cite shaky "anonymous sources" and only quoted firsthand witnesses to the event. It was completely factual without any errors whatsoever.

"Baffled CNN fans immediately knew something was up."

When you've out FOXed FOXNews, you've outFOXed everyone, including yourself. Now you're really FOXed.

No nose, no hose, no glory.