All Jesus needed was a single donkey, a dozen disciples, a bunch of likely threadbare cloaks, and plenty of paltry palm leaves. Then later a meager Last Supper, replicated thousands of years after in musical form and on Prime Video. The Donald requires a $90 million military parade with its glitzy not gallant steeds and armaments.

Jesus Christ got on His ass, the four-legged kind, in a thus unassuming way at the first Palm Sunday but according to Christians soon saved the world, and in doing so got on many people. Edonald got off His ass and hit the golf course, then His own $90 million military birthday parade. Jesus was the guest of honor in front of 12 other guests at a meager Last Supper — fittingly with the name of the holiday that is coming also the title of a Black Sabbath farewell tour, and I think it featured Children of the Grave, in song and otherwise. Now, Donald is the guest of honor at a feast of the military industrial complex that will cost that $90K, or wait $90M, in the name of saving the world, by slicing what was keeping it turning.

Jesus was as humble as you might say Humble Pie, (more on that in a bit), when his disciples asked for the ass on which their Master (of Reality to reference the classic Sabbath album) would ride into gloomy glory, to borrow the small donkey and by thus unleashing it, unleashing love, not a Trojan Horse by which to march. He was greeted by people placing down their cloaks onto the street in front of him, not by mass protests from the impoverished masses whose social programs are at risk. That donkey was all this Master needed, not thousands of steeds to ride in on. And those asses are not Democrats.

This is not the only parallel to Palm Sunday, which begets Maundy Thursday, which begets Good Friday, which begets Easter, and also deals with the salvation theology of the Passover, quite absent these days in Israel (and Palestine) and even the USA (and thus Canada and Mexico.)

The crimes of which Jesus was accused, none of them capital like current administrative figures, included encouraging opposition to paying taxes, and compare that to baseless criticisms of social security fraud, which has been found to be accurate in 99 percent of cases or more, and even if true would only involve a relative pittance of money. These are like claims made against Jesus by the Pharisees, trying to dredge up anything that might stick if hitting the wall, and sticking it has not.

Barabbas, let go without due process in a different way than thousands of government workers, and for that matter many more thousands of immigrants, also was cited for inciting insurrection, instead of today other insurgents, such as soon to be if there is justice our current president.

Once mortal enemies, Pontius Pilate and King Herod even broke bread and became friends, according to Scripture, over the after-conviction blood shed from the body of Jesus. That rather than the capital gains for those conspiring in such a way in the cabinet from such weeping today, from the backs of others enslaved, all the time infighting amongst themselves and striving for rank, and that was perhaps the only manner in which they were like Christ’s disciples, at least on occasion for the 12. (Half of that amount, so six, were the number cut by Musk in one of his first department head purges.) Pilate had passed the buck more than once in not defending Jesus, washing his hands of such decisions like those in so many in our modern-day courts.

What does this have to do with Humble Pie, the band and the description? I am noting, as I indeed have noted before, that these days the narrative is constantly evolving, for good or bad, and hopefully gaining more clarity as time marches on. My own thought on these matters is altered daily, or more than once a day, sometimes wafting back and forth about things like tariffs and taxation and the toll they can take. Hope it all comes around in the end.

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