Kind of a rest day in the Tour, but different
You may still be gone. Maybe you’re back again. Maybe you are panting from the fact that yesterday you pelted cops with ammonia, cornered them, attacked journalists, demolished the city, called for the extermination of Jews, threw clinkers at others, the whole lot. you have littered with your edding 3000, destroyed historic buildings and received approval from your gender studies teacher, or the biology teacher who turns left three times and cuddles with her dog for a little too long in the morning. “Because yes Israel.” Well, today is ASCENSION DAY. The anti-Semitic scum is still lying in bed with armpit hair because they don’t have to work (just like during the six other days of the week), the gender studies teacher picks up the rake for a session of gender-conscious gardening, the riot police fighters get a well-deserved day of rest and the rest can kick the bucket with a beer in their hand, because Jesus saw that it was good and went to his father in heaven. Things are being made quite a mess here, aren’t they? Jesus?
