Happy Easter, Cliven Bundy. Here is our Easter truce.
Hey, Cliven Bundy.
It’s Easter.
You’re probably on your compound feeling pretty good about yourself. I mean, in the short run, you gun-bullied yourself up and stood your ground against a black guy.
Kudos.
You know your son will pay for that, right? At some point, all your sins will come to bear and somebody will have to pay the price.
The price being, for what it’s worth, your fair share.
I post about you a lot here. Because I think you are everything that is wrong with this country.
Entitled and lazy.
I don’t like you for the same reason I don’t like Hipsters. You wake up and assume the world owes you something, and it does not.
Unless you cure a disease or invent something that makes everybody’s life easier, it does not.
And just to say it: You’re not the strong farm-hand that built this country, you’re the lazy son of a son of a son who believes they have some sort of right to prosperity.
So.
Here we are.
Easter.
You’re probably babbling on about Jesus, as though you practiced His teachings, rather than appropriated them for your own greed.
I don’t know you. But from what I know of you - and who you surround yourself with - I don’t like you much. Maybe you’ll surprise me. Doubtful.
But I hope today is a good day for you.
Because on Monday, I’m going to be wondering why the government isn’t clamping down on your everything.
Why your bank accounts don’t work.
Why your cows are still your cows.
On Monday, I wish you poverty and justice.
Which is why today I wish you peace.
Happy Easter.
