Yesterday was Ash Wednesday.  I didn’t realize that it was ash Wednesday until I saw a couple of dudes and dudettes wearing their ash crosses on their foreheads with pride after work.  I’m a reformedex-catholic and I’ve almost forgotten the significance of some of these celebrations/rites/sacraments/sacramentals.  The two most important things to remember about ash Wednesday are: 1) Carnival/Mardi Gras is over (i.e., it is the beginning of lent), and 2) You are going to die.  Like I said, what a bummer.  Not only does it announce the lent period has begun, where there isn’t supposed to be any flashing tits, heavy drinking,  meat eating, or buggering animals, but it is supposed to remind you that you are going to end up like the ashes pasted on your skull.  Now as an ex-catholic, I’m allowed to view flashed tits (or flash my own), drink heavily, and then eat a great big steak after I corn-hole the cow.  God bless America…

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