The Blog That Killed NewWest

Four years ago this blog appeared in NewWest, a  Missoula-based site for whom I spent five years writing a humor blog. To their credit, they never rejected any of my writing, even when they knew it would bring some heat down on them.

When this bombshell hit the internet, the digital shit hit the fan. At the bottom of this page you’ll find a link to the original post, which includes the readers’ comments. One of these apoplectic readers announced that he was forwarding this blasphemous column to each and every one of NewWest’s advertisers.

Well, apparently he was true to his word. NewWest’s biggest advertiser, Vann’s, promptly yanked their account, crippling the already cash-strapped website. I will always hold in highest regard Courtney and Jonathan, the editor and publisher, for putting our right to free speech ahead of any financial kowtowing.

Unfortunately, NewWest never was able to replace Vann’s with another anchor advertiser, and the site eventually went dark. Was it totally my fault? Depends on your perspective. I know there were a lot of other factors at play, but several good writers jumped ship just before the end, and I know this Easter blog, at the very least, caused a huge financial broadside from which NewWest never recovered.

A new publisher came aboard and relocated the sites’s headquarters to Denver. I was the ugly furniture that came with the apartment, and the new owners were never big fans. But nothing lasts forever. Whenever a door opens, you’ll see me, over there, diving out a window.

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Jesuscakes [Note: If you are a devout Christian, even a casual Christian, you WILL be offended. Before reading, ask yourself if you need the blood pressure spike.]

Easter, the Most Bogus of Holidays

It’s probably a good thing that all the religious holidays—Christmas, Easter, Halloween—have a large candy aspect, and some fanciful, imaginary characters to symbolize them. That way those of us who are not followers of organized religion can still go to WalMart and buy hundreds of dollars in holiday-associated crap and decorations, so we can celebrate with everyone else, without actually believing any of it.

Now we’re coming up on Easter, the most far-fetched of the Christian holidays. A bold claim, to be sure, but let’s take a look at this springtime celebration, shall we? First off, why in the hell can’t they just pick a date and go with it? I never know when Easter is, because it falls on the first Sunday after Opening Day, but before the next new moon, unless it happens to be a year that’s a prime number, or a week with two Thursdays, and then add three days. Your guess is as good as mine.

Then there’s the resurrection itself. For those of you who always choke in the “Bible Quotes” category on Jeopardy, I’ll break it down for you. Easter celebrates the resurrection of Christ, which is the very foundation of the Christian faith. According to the story, the perforated body of Christ was placed in a tomb after he died on the cross. Three days later the tomb was discovered to be empty, and rather than call the cops, his followers declared that he had risen from the dead and bolted.

Now, I don’t want to turn this into CSI:Gethsemane, but I can see several holes in this story. First of all, the cave into which Jesus’ body was placed was sealed off with a large rock. By all accounts, Jesus was kind of a “scrawny dude,” (Spicoli, Book of Duderonomy, 4:20) and did not possess the strength to move a massive rock by himself, especially in his wounded, emaciated condition. Not to mention being dead. So he had some help. One popular theory is that a band of opportunistic Roman soldiers crept into the cave at night, and stole the body of Christ so they could later sell the shroud he was wrapped in on eBay.

For argument’s sake, let’s say Jesus was able to overcome his mortal wounds, spring back to life, and muster the strength to slide a heavy boulder aside enough to escape the cave. Where did he go? Did he check into the Mount Olive Super 8 to get cleaned up and chillax with some Domino’s pizza and SportsCenter? No one knows for sure.

According to legend, I mean the Bible, there were several sightings. In 1 Corinthians 15:3-6, Paul said the following: “For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; And that He was buried, and that He rose again the third day according to the scriptures: And that He was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve: After that, He was seen of above five hundred brethren at once; of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep.”

Cephas (real name Simon; Cephas was his street name) was a bit of a boozer (“And the one called Cephas shall be known to linger with thy grape wrapped in thine bag of brown paper”), and was likely blotto when Jesus appeared to him after the resurrection. Jesus said, “Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona…I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven.”

Cephas had no idea what he was talking about, but reported it to the authorities anyway, in exchange for enough shekels to buy a short dog of muscatel. And as for the “500 brethren,” it sounds like your typical mass hallucination, common to UFO sightings in the Midwest. I’m sorry, but these “eyewitnesses” just don’t supply the hard evidence we need to prove this resurrection theory. I know there was no photography 2,000 years ago, but couldn’t somebody who saw him post-burial have sat down and whipped out a quick oil painting? Maybe one of Jesus holding that day’s newspaper?

From miracle worker to death-cheater to Son of God, this Jesus was one magical cat. I’m sorry if this article offends the devout among you, but I just wanted to point out why I do not buy into the whole Easter story. But, as they say, whatever gets you through the night. I could get behind the original Easter celebration, which was a pagan rite of spring and rebirth called Estre. The Christian sect absorbed it, however, when enough pagans were converted to Christianity to obtain a majority in the House.

So this non-believer will be joining in the whole Easter Bunny ritual, eating chocolate rabbits for breakfast while the kids roam the yard, searching for colored eggs and candy. I just hope there’s not a piñata. Those things give me the heebie-jeebies.

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Word on the street is that NewWest is regrouping, and working on resurrecting the site. I wish them well, and I hope this time around they have the focus and statement of purpose that go lost somewhere along the way with the traditional site. Click this link to see the original Easter blog. There you’ll find the raging torrent of comments, which most people found more entertaining than the blog itself.

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One Response to The Blog That Killed NewWest

  1. Eli says:

    Is it any wonder Vanns crashed and burned? Or is it some sort of divine coincidence that they seem to now be resurrected? Talk about creepy.