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It was on the hanging tree, that we Romans got from the uppity Greeks, that they 

pinched from the perishing Persians. A fitting death for a criminal from where else but 

Galilee, great for a soldier's leave with its women and their dark dangerous eyes and 

the warm sometimes wild weather but the men there weird; notorious for its pathetic 

prophets.  We can't ignore rabble rousers, especially at Passover too, so we hanged 

him with two thieves for company making a chorus of the dying. This 'King of the Jews! 

Just three, so nothing really to write home about. One wonders why our officers even 

bothered when long ago in putting down Spartacus' revolt we Romans crucified five 

thousand or twice as many; our famed Imperial officials must have got so tired or too 

bored to be accurate; anyway they were only slaves and if we ever allow scum to win 

then our great civilisation, our liberty , would be under threat and we, our families too, 

being tortured to death! 

 

A common death, still, what if it is true that this Jesus came alive after three days? 

Many shrug their shoulders today as yesterday. How many for Easter Sunday lunch? 

What sports on the telly? Others annoyed. Why do these pesky Christians  insist 

on spoiling our well deserved holiday by marching through places in 'Christian' lands 

on - wait for it - 'Good Friday', with their dismal story that is not the Dawkins' truth? 



Today Christianity maybe is the world's most popular religion but it all happened so 

long, long ago in a land that still festers, annoying other lands, with no sign of justice 

and peace in the cradle of Christianity. Yet aptly named Von Ranker, founder of the 

scientific study of history, said this of Jesus Christ, "In the annals of world history He 

was incomparable!"

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